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Chavs!

April 5, 2007

I was walking through town today, it’s Easter holidays, chavs were out. Have you seen chavs? Skinheads. Hands down their tracksuit bottoms, spitting on the floor, they have attitudes along the lines of the fact that they couldnt give a shit about anyone. Probably got ASBO’s. Annoying to everyone. Fuckin’ hot to me.

There was this group of Chav’s all about 18/19 years old, skinheads, fuckin attitude, had a few cans on them drinking, causing trouble. I instantly stood hard. In the heat of the day I was imagining these chavs coming up to me, making me their submissive slave, making me their dirty little hole to be used for their pleasure. My mind was racing. I was imagining these chavs pissing all over me, marking their territory. These lads, as far as they were concerned were not gay.. they just hated the fact that I was staring at them and thought that I deserved to be taught a lesson…

Here I am walking through an alleyway to get home. Jumped by chavs. A punch in my stomach winds me and knocks me down. These lads are hot but I am in pain. These lads gob on me.. my face was covered in their spit, it was a turn on. I wanted more from them. I look towards the leader and he shouted, ‘he loves it, this fuckin’ little poof loves it’. ‘Will you love my nine inch cock up your ass?’ I probably wouldnt because it would be painful. His mates looked at him disapprovingly, ‘what you talking about?’ Chav the leader responded, ‘this lad needs to be taught a lesson and I havent had it in a while’. He takes out his cock as he tells me to strip. I didnt. I got a punch in the face for that and a bleeding nose. It was damn painful. I wasnt falling for that again. I was shaking. I was in fear. They were hot but I wanted home. Two lads ripped my t-shirt from me as the lad in charge pissed over my chest. It smelt bad. Strangely it turned me on. He moved closer and told me to open my mouth as he placed his foot on my balls and pushed hard. The pain was too much, my jaw dropped. He pissed in my mouth. He then shoved his nine inch cock in my mouth. It was covered in cheese.. dirty little chav, no matter how dirty I thought he was, he was in control. He told me to lick off his cheese. It was tasty to me and he realised I was getting hard. “This poof is getting turned on, lets show him lads’. He quickly took his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me and turned me over. Three lads grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. The main guy forced his cock in my ass, no lube. Pain. He pushed in and I screamed. Fuck I wanted him but it was painful. He push his cock deep into me, raw, i feel sheer pain. As he pushed close I could smell the sweat on his body. It was a turn on. He started fucking me hard, raping me. I wanted him. I wanted his cum up my ass.. I wanted all of their cum up my ass.. I wanted to be their whore….

The light dazzled and I snapped out of my trance like state. I was on a bench. My shorts were wet with pre-cum, my dick was hard.. shit I had to get home and wank and that I did!

Sexy female knickers.

February 27, 2007

Image this. Sexy women’s lingerie. Short. Pink. Knickers. lacey. curvy ass. close to the body. Real sexy.

Now, imagine those on a guy? Is that picture as still atractive?

I dont know why but I woke up this morning wanting to wear the aforementioned attire. To know what is like to have pink, lacey, knickers, hugging my ass, as you see my abs over the top. This may be strange but, to me, it was fuckin’ horny.

Then I thought more…

Stockings. Suspenders. A baby doll set. Me dressed in the finest and sexiest female clothing.

But that was not the end of the thought….

Me, wearing all this and then a hot lad, a typical rough lad, fucking my ass, whilst I am wearing this, calling out for me to be his slut as he pounds me ass. He is in control. He likes the sexy clothing. It turns him on. He is knows that he is the dominant, I am submissive and he pounds and pounds. He fucks hard. I feel every inch of him as he pounds deeper. I wince. I wince both in pain and pleasure but I long for this stud to go deeper, far deeper. I want all of him. I want to feel his cum deep within me. He races. Faster. Faster. He moans, ‘yes bitch’. I start to groan. His cock is giving me pleasure. He moans out load as he cums deep within me and I long for it to remain there.

That was my thought this morning, I subsequently had a wank and then endured the rest of my business-like day.

Anyone else have exciting fantasies? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.

On your knees boy… yes, sir

February 2, 2007

There is something about a master / slave scenario that completely, utterly and foolishly turns me on. In fact, it not only turns me on it literally makes me go wet at the thought.

In this fantasy this is what happens…

I walk into a room, the door is shut beind me. As soon as I walk in and at the sound of the door shut my life is not my own the purpose of my existance is purely to please my master and this is my single aim.

I stand there as my master gropes my penis. I am still fully clothed. He is fondling me. The world is shut out and I am here, completely for his pleasure, completely for his use. After some time of groping my master pulls out his cock. His cock is beautiful to me, his rod is strong, it is mighty and it is a tool which I can use to make my master feel like he is the most important person in my world, in THE world.

My master merely has to pull out his cock and I know what my role is. I drop to my knees and eagerly take his cock in my mouth, all of it. I so desire to have the taste of his cum in my mouth. My master’s cum is like honey, it is precious, it is sweet, it is something I want to taste again and again if only I was fortunate enough to recieve this. I start to take his cock in and out of my mouth, in and out and I hear him moan. The sound of my master moaning makes me go weak at my knees. The very fact that my master moans because of something that I have done to him, for him, is a humbling experience. My master grabs my head and pushes himself deep into me, I feel him going further and further. I feel like I don’t deserve his honour, why should he chose me, why would he allow ME to please HIM. It doesnt seem right. I taste his cock, I feel it going back and forth and I feel as if I am in another world, a moment of ecstacy that no drug could induce. As I remain in this heaven I dream, I dream of everything that I would love from my master and I give him a glance that signals my desire to speak to him; “What boy?”

“Sir, I know that I dont deserve even to ask this but Sir is there any chance that I could have your piss? I want to feel your warmth, I want to taste that which is so intimate to you. I want to bathe in something of you that is so beautiful. Please sir?”

“How badly do you want it boy?”

“Oh Sir.” I am not sure that my master would ever understand how humbled I feel when I taste his urine. To some this may seem dirty to me it is as though some inner part of him that no-one else has, he has given to me. “Sir, please sir, I would do anything. I know that I sound pathetic Sir but your urine is heavenly to me. I would be so grateful master.”

With that he lets me head go and I am face to face with his cock. A warm golden stream comes out of his cock, it hits my face and I feel as if I could cum there and then. I open my mouth and his golden juice rushes inside of me, my body craves it like it would crave alcohol. I feel so honoured. So humbled. So unworthy.

After the piss stops I get to work on his cock. My master has given me his urine, I didnt deserve that and now I focus on pleasing him. I manipulate his cock, his glands and he moans with other pleasure. I suck his cock, I lick his balls, I lick the head of his cock and take him in deep, to the shaft. I want to please this man. I feel his body start to pulsate as if the damn was about to burst and I work harder, his cock is more sensitive and he lets out moans of pleasure. I am pleasing my master, I could cum myself. All of a sudden his body twists and turns in pleasure and his hot, sticky, creamy cum hits the back of my throat. I want it. I want it all and wait for it all to come out, not missing a drop. I then lick his cock ensuring that I have every last bit, that I taste him.

My Master sits down looking content. I am feeling content. I know that my place is never to reach orgasm, my place is never to cum. I don’t deserve that. My role is to please my master in whatever way he desired and, with that knowledge I am so happy.

I love this fantasy, but is it just a fantasy?

Back to hollywood

January 18, 2007

Some of you more regular readers to this blog may remember my ‘challenge’ to another british bi-blogger back before Christmas, you can read all about this challenge: A challenge & end of chapter. Al replied and said that he would be happy to go on a date with me. We had to prospone this date until after Christmas, we have been talking, e-mailing, texting and mostly flirting since then and this week I recieved the following poem in my inbox from Al.

Now,
I think,
I ponder.

Life;
feelings;
I wonder.

Will I throw it away?
Will I screw it all up?
Will I lead it all to squander?

No.
I won’t
I cannot.
Hell, with this life and the chances I’ve got?

Fear?
For sure.
But strength, I have more.
The barriers must fall and courage must pour.

So,
heed clear:
me and you:
we’ll make this happen and meet as two.

And I may screw up,
I may cause you pain,
I may be annoying,
I may be a strain.

But,
I care,
so I’ll learn.
Try to be the man that you yearn.

And if I fail,
or it was never meant to be,
at least this way; at least we can see.

If it doesn’t go right,
or if something goes wrong,
I can fight back tears;
I can stay strong.

Whatever happens,
I’ll never regret
boarding that train.
Knowing we’d met.

You know,
I’m not without doubt.
But perhaps that’s what this is all about.

Maybe we’ll meet once,
then a girl will catch your eye.
You’ll lose interest in me,
and I’ll not know why.

Maybe I’ll realise,
I need to explore.
About those feelings;
I may need to know more.

Maybe it’ll just be one kiss.
A special moment and something to miss.

So,
who knows?
I surely don’t.
It could be forever, but maybe it won’t.

But it should be once,
at the very least.
Upon your eyes,
mine should feast.

We’ll try it; we’ll see,
learn how it feels as you and me.

But most of all, this must remain fun.
So remember that when I grab your bum!

Isn’t Al just gorgeous? I have much respect for him, his intelligence and his beauty and I cant wait to meet him. We are planning ‘the date’ soon! I need to stop I am swooning! Erm.. hold on… what is a ‘swoon’?

“This is a random question, but give me a blow job?” And a possible regret.

January 8, 2007

What an amazin’ weekend! Saturday night was awesome, I went to town with some mates and there is nothing like it. I went to town with some mates, all lads, they had drunken a lot before I got to them but, being a health freak I don’t like to over-do it. We all headed to a bar and had a few shots and then headed over to a nightclub. There is nothing like it, heading to town with your mates, all lads, all single and all up for a good time, the music is pumping and you just have an awesome time. This night was no different to any other awesome night!

I am enjoying the benefits right now of being bi-sexual and there are many benefits to being bisexual in a nightclub – you can flirt with both genders! So here I am in a nightclub, dancing in a very sexy manner with a beautiful girl. The lights were flashing, the music was pumping and this beautiful girl was dancing with me. Okay, all going amazing so far, however I notice a guy dancing on the stage. This guy was beautiful, he had a very muscular body that was emphasised by a tight t-shirt and he had tattoo’s on his body, he looked incredible and I gave him a few looks, we both glanced in each others direction on a number of occassions. To be honest, I thought nothing of it. It wasnt worth it. He was, just, well, awesome to look at.

The night continues, still dancing with this girl and moving on to one or two others, just playfully. My mate suddenly turns around to me and points to the guy that I was previously looking at and explains that he is a footballer for his favourite, well known, local football team. I hadn’t got a clue about football and so I didn’t know but I did wonder why there were a number of girls around him.

Okay. So over to the interesting bit. The night has continued. More flirting has taken place with this girl and this guy, who I now know is a local football celebrity and I had certainly see him down quite a few more pints. The evening is over. The music has stopped. The lights are silent and everyone is walking out of the nightclub, en mass. So. I bump into this football player in the street and he pulls me to one-side. He says to me, ‘Okay. I am risking everything in order to ask you this. This is a random question but I have been looking at you all night, will you give me a blog job?’. Fuck me. This guy was amazing. He was beautiful. He was damn fuckin’ sexy and you know what. I said no. Why did I say no?

1) I was damn scared. What if my mates found out.
2) He is a local celebrity, if anyone found out it just wouldnt look good.
3) Where the fuck would we have gone? We were in the middle of no-where, really.

I declined. He was gutted. That was it. I went back to my mates and they asked why the hell this local football player wanted to talk to me. I made some bullshit up and as we drove back in the taxi my mind was miles away as I regret the decision that I had made.

Damn. I wanted nothing more than to have this guys cock in my mouth, to feel him push deep into me and to feel his cum shoot down the back of my throat.

Rimming

November 22, 2006

I know that some people think that rimming is gross but, I love it. I am proud to say that I love it. Obviously there are basics here, the main basics being cleanliness but there is nothing like it. Strangely enough my rimming desires are only associated to the male of the species.

Picture (well dont ACTUALLY picture) but two amazing situations:

Situation numero uno:

A guy is laying face down. Legs spread. A nice firm ass. A nice hole. Ahhh to get in their with my tongue, rimming the edges, slowly sliding my tongue in as I play with his balls as I hold his firm ass. I love it. I flippin’ love it.

Situation numero (erm..) two:

This is one of my favourites. I am laying on my back and a guy lowers his ass over my face. It gives me more leverage to get deeper inside him. I love being in this position and hearing him moan at the sheer pleasure of the whole experience.

Okay. So I do not do this often and I would only do this with someone who I knew was real clean which does limit your numbers in the male species. Oh and he has to be completely fit. I suppose the reason that I like it is because when I have done it the guy gets real pleasure out of it and I absolutely love giving a guy pleasure. I love hearing him moan because of what I have done to him. I dont care if I reach orgasm, if I cum. I love pleasing a guy, so much. Usually both of the above scenarios end up with me being deep throated by the guy until he cums in the back of my throat and then, we are both happy.

Fuck, I am so hard right now…