Monday, May 30, 2005
The Drought Is Over
The fucker? A very nice chap from Gaydar. Yea, I know, I remember what I've said about Gaydar in the past...
Well. He arrived, and we chatted for a bit. Then I took him upstairs and we stripped. Got him in my mouth, little by little, and it was nice. Starting out gently with long slow strokes. Then I really start going for it. Lots of nice moaning up above me and I was really getting into doing my thing. At one point I nearly stopped to say 'just let me know when you get bored of me doing this!' but I didn't. It was a cock I could have eaten for days. Not too fat, not too long. Just the right size for a nice cock-sucking session.
I was just about to go for the balls when he held my head and went 'I wanna fuck you. And I wanna fuck you NOW!!' Ooohh. So I get off and he rubbers up. I finger lube into myself and then grease up the rubber. Instead of sitting on him from a kneeling position - where I can grind away, tee hee hee - I lower myself down balanced on the balls of my feet. SHLUUUURRRRRPP. All the way in in one motion. I'm surprised 'cos he aint a little boy down there! And then I start to bounce. He hee. We like this. Then I grind. Listening to his moaning and I'm thinking he's gonna cum. Oh no!!
We change position 'cos he wants to be in control. So I swing myself round trying to keep this wonderful piece of meat inside me. For the first time ever, I manage it. Yay me!! We try with him bucking up into me, but its not working for either of us. Slight re-arrangement of position and he's banging away doggy-stylee. Ahhhhh. So much better. And still we kept his cock embedded in my ass. My language was atrocious. Don't know where half of 'the encouragement' was coming from. But it was certainly working for both of us. 'Show me you own my cunt', 'Tear me apart' just don't have the same ring to them after the fact, strangely.
And all too soon came cum-time. So I got a load on my second-favourite location. A very healthy one too, but he did say that he'd not cum in over a week. Well I sure don't mind assisting him next time he wants to blow his load. Had a quick taste of it too. Yum yum. He he. Naughty boi.
So I'm sat here writing this now and my arse is still vibrating. Either that or its working out how to talk to me. I already know, as does he now, that it knows how to belch!! What's that joke about Essex girls and refrigerators....?
An End To Warty-Face-Thing...
So, I'm imortalising the last remaining 'thing' - I really have only just noticed that there's only one left - in picture:
my nasty jawline
nastiness from underneath
close-up of 'it'
If you look to the left of the growth on the last picture you can just make out what is left of the previous growths after the meds did their job. It's still a little rough there, but is much better than a week ago.
Remember how your parents always told you that if you keep playing with it, it'll drop off? Well I can't with this, 'cos it hurts. A lot. So what, I'm a nancy, I'm allergic to pain. I'll get a doctors certificate to prove it...
Saturday, May 28, 2005
An End To The Drought?
Reason for pissed-off-ness: family thing back home. Fair enough.
So he's coming over on Sunday. Yay!!!
Christ I'm so horny I could swallow a traffic cone.
I'm admitting here, from the off, that I don't have an answer either way. And I can't make up my mind. I'm using the term 'kink' simply 'cos I've learned that I don't understand 'fetish'.
Lets look at a couple of things:
- as a gay baby the thought of genital piercing (of any description) was a huge repulsion
- since getting pierced I've wanted to see/touch/'experience' other people with piercings (primarily genital, and not too pierced, though)
- a few years ago simply the thought of being restrained for sex scared the shit out of me, yet as a slave boi I loved it
- I now own my own set of wrist cuffs
- I have rope in my bedroom
- I have had sex with someone whilst wearing a dog collar with a metal chain connected to my PA
- I don't like spanking
- I've been told that I'll look stunning in a pair of leather or rubber chaps
- sex in a sling is absolutely amazing
- a recurring fantasy of being gang fucked by a group of horny scallies
- I like the feel of metal against my skin
- it usually does take more than one man to satisfy me (or is that just greed?)
- fisting is good to watch, but there's no way I could try it
- I still don't like spanking
- I find young lads in leather harnesses very very horny
Then this morning I come across a pair of these:
and am really tempted to get a pair. However, I think I'm gonna have to make do with
from CloneZone. The difference being that there's nothing at the back.
Thoughts, comments, orgy invitations
Monday, May 23, 2005
Sex. Oh Yeah. Wassat Again?
This is not to say that I've been completely inactive. No. The last thing to assess my mailbox was Ant's finger. Mart was pimping me out for some weed. I didn't mind I was hyper-horny. Though was seriously pissed off (with Ant) when the only thing he delivered (apart from the weed) was his finger. Grrr. Started out well enough. He gets me out of my clothes and I start eating his cock. I'm just really getting into it when he pulls me off. Ok, I know where this is headed. I'm on my knees with my arse in the air. He begins to dine (think about it). Then we get to the fingering. Bottle of poppers up my nose and I'm loving it. Two fingers and I'm growling away like a tiger. Then we try the cock. Knock Knock. I open the door. But little Jonny doesn't want to play. No problems, I think. Now I know that lying infront of him while he fingers me from behind really turns him on. So we lie on the floor and try that. Still na da.
Then he has the cheek. The barearsed cheek to say that it's 'cos I'm too tight. He asks me when I was last fucked. I lie, and say the Thursday, when it was really the previous Sunday by 7 cocks at Mcdonalds. I mean, just because I can be greedy (erm ok, slutty) every now and then doesn't mean I have to admit it to him?
And since then it's been blow jobs all round. Oh, and I appear to have acquired a taste (if you'll excuse the expression) for rimming. Well, it seems like another thing that they say I do pretty well at. Hmm, interesting. I like having it done myself, and fair enough, I was brought up with 'do to others as you'd like to be done by', so I guess what comes around goes around. But you can give me a nice juicy cock anyday.
Tee hee hee. That r
The first is to learn how to deep-throat (without throwing up over the other guys crotch). I did manage it one night cruising with this enormous thing - it really was thick and long. Guess I was pissed, horny, and greed succeeded for once. But its only ever happened that once.
And the other is to share a cock with someone else. I've had it done to me and I love it, and I did it once to someone with Scott and we all enjoyed it. I know it sounds like a small thing but there's something about even just thinking about it. Don't ask me what it is. So someone might get a nice Christmas prezzie if I ain't done it by the time I start thinking New Year's resolutions...
Oh, just think. In the not too far distant future I'll be able to shave properly.
I'll be able to moisturise.
I'll look... well... beautiful again!!
well I can dream, can't I?
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
A Grudge With Glue Sniffing
Grudge Fuck: A fuck to get back at another person. I know there are other definitions here, including: to fuck someone painfully hard because you have a grudge (or are very angry) with them.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Browsing the catalog starts off interesting. But sometimes I know I'm gettin bored, normally means I can't find what I'm looking for, that's if I can remember what I was looking for.
But it's not only compulsive, I'm finding it's bringing a competitive side to my nature out. Yesterday I bought a pair of shorts that I'd been 'watching' for a few days (don't worry, there will be pictures). Put a single stupid bid in before I left for work knowing that I wouldn't find out whether I'd got them until late afternoon. Straight in from work in the afternoon and I'm checking whether I won the auction. Crazy. Well, they are pretty sexy, just have to hope that they fit ok. And then tonight I'm full of elation because I buy a pair of trainers swooping in with four minutes to the close of the auction to outbid the one and only bid on the item, then checking every 30 seconds to make sure I've still got them [you're not gettin' away without a fight you bitch!!]
Am I taking this too seriously? Ok, so maybe it's time to break out a previous ebay bargain (£13!!):
Friday, May 13, 2005
Whoa!! Rewind a Sec...
He rang me twice last night on my mobile. I was busy at the time (kindly fill in your own reason here... you'll probably be right) and so didn't get the call. Noticed a strange, as in not known, number had rung twice when I checked my phone later on. It was a London number and I was wracking my brain as to who it could possibly be. I know, someone with more fore-thought would have probably rung it back to see. But I didn't think of that at the time.
Then he rings tonight:
'Hello?' I answer,
'Hi' he goes,
'It's Jay, from London.'
'Oh, hi there.' I say, feigning recollection of who it was.
'How you doing? Not seen you online in ages.'
'Oh, I'm doing ok. Just been busy.' And I still haven't got a clue who you are!!
Then all of a sudden, the penny drops. You know how on MSN Messenger 7, when it tells you that someone has logged in theres sometimes a delay before it shows you a picture of who they are? It was a bit like that.
'Ohmigod!! I've just realised who you are!!'
He starts laughing
'Oh, I'm sorry hon. You doing alright...?' and so the conversation continued.
So now he knows for certain what a dizzy fucker I can be. Ended up talking to him for about 20 minutes on the phone. Then we spoke to each other for an hour online. It was only supposed to be for a few minutes as he was due to be going somewhere. Guess I put paid to that.
Funny thing is that I've been thinking about him over the past few days and thinking that I must get in contact with him. I even checked today a couple of times to see whether he was logged into Messenger. And then he rings and it was so good to hear his voice. He gave me some advice a while back that I took and it really paid off for me. He asked about it tonight and I told him it was working. Working very well, actually, so I said I'd have to treat him when we do finally meet. He started to giggle, and he's got such an infectious giggle. And I know he's thinking of the I-wanna-jump-on-your-bones kind of treat which he's gonna get anyway (who called me a slut?!?), but I want to do something else as well Don't know what yet but I'll think of something.
I've already got an epitaph from him. Not done in any morbid kind of way, just related to something we were talking about at the time:
Here lies Homie, gay, but dead.
Got paid well for giving good head.
As he lies beneath this grass,
Bet your life he's still takin' it up the ass.
Later on I told him I'd missed him, and he said not only that he'd missed me too, but also that he loved me. It didn't sink in at the time, only just dawned on me now. And I know I'm not reading into it. He flirts with me like crazy, and I love it. And he'll tell me off, or jokingly call me something, and I'll respond '...yea, but you know thats why you love me.' I've made no secrets about me having a very big soft spot for him.
I'll admit that I want him. Not just in a sexual way. But in a 'boyfriend'-y kind of way. You know, a bit like the best friend that you shag, that fills out your life, that something 'serious' could've happened once but you're both way beyond that point now.
I like this feeling. I like it a lot. And I don't know where this is headed, and frankly, I don't care. Because I know it's only going to get better as time goes on.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Toby Jug Fuck: diametrically opposite to Trophy Fuck.
Monday, May 09, 2005
I've already had Mart's fella try chatting me up over D-Day. But this weekend something else happened that came like a bolt from the blue.
Went to see Mart on Friday night (Chris was there). We got completely and utterly cunted. It was brilliant. Also gave us chance to play with the new camera and we got some very nice pictures including a very good one of Mart's arse (and because of the digital zoom the detail is amazing!!). I might share that one, dunno yet.
Later on on the Friday Mart rang Kyle. A stranger answered. Mart was furious, Kyle was supposed to be in work not getting pissed and shagging. It was funny to watch Mart shouting at Kyle, though Kyle said later that he was shit scared of Mart. Anyway, we get to meet Kyle's new squeeze when they came over on Saturday night. My reason for still being there: Mart had put me on curfew: not allowed out after dark, or allowed to be on my own, no misbehaving, and no talking to strange people (that one never works, somehow).
Kyle's new fella, Jeff, very nice guy from Cardiff moved to Manchester late last year. Then on the Sunday morning something dawned on me. I'd met him before. Shit!! Mardi Gras!!! He'd tried chatting me and Chrissy up in Bar Risa on the Sunday.
I told Kyle about it this morning on the phone. He's cool about it. After all, nothing happened between us. But then he doesn't know about all of it, only the edited highlights. I don't think Jeff remembers, though I was stretching whilst topless on the Sunday morning and he took a very keen interest in me by the looks. I can't help being so hot at the moment!