Saturday, February 27, 2010

Ha!

In Intermediate School (11-13 yo here in NZ) I was 'experimenting' with 6 other boys but really lusted after a slender blonde with long loose curls and huge "come-fuck-me" eyes ... he showed no interest whatsoever so I gave up the chase.

A week ago I did some digging on OldFriends and found him!

He now runs an orchard in HB, is divorced with 2 kids.

When I contacted him he was in Welly on a conference.

I met him in his hotel bar, we went out for a meal, we came back to my place, I showed him the playroom ...

Rory is SO pissed off that he wasn't home for it!

Fuckin' WOOOOOOOF!

The hair is cropped but still very blonde. The slender bod has filled out to a 'work'-muscled bod and the 'Come-fuck-me' eyes? Well - how could I resist???

Virgin territory - but so willing. He'd used fingers, toys before but his joy at being fucked for real was just so much fun!!

I'm not writing this properly ... It was rough, sweaty, pig-grunt sex ... but at the same time it was sweet de-flowering sex ...

Damn! it was fun!!!

The Mens Room

Y'just never know what you'll find in there ...







"Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia...?

Lydia the tatooed lady..."

If you don't understand the reference then I feel very sad for you ...







As for Lydia ......




Okay, okay ... so I got carried away ... but I'm in a silly mood!

Friday, February 26, 2010

Dammit!

In case some followers haven't noticed, I'm quite fond of men ...

I like their muscles ...

I like their hair ...

I like their attitude ...

I like their smell ...

I like their piss ...

I like the way they fuck ...

I like MEN.

Now, don't get me wrong - I like kids, too ... in small doses.

But ... and here's where I get to the point of this entry ... I like men in a DIFFERENT way to the way I like kids. See if you can spot the subtle differences ...








Y'catching my drift here? Good.
So the next person who hassles me to link to their boring little kiddie-twink site can just go fuck themselves!!!

Thank you.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Mentor Program

I have a semi-regular guy who comes to 'visit' - cute, lean body, late 20s, married, intelligent, well-educated and who loves to be fisted from time to time. After our session the other day he told me that he used to be a Goth - a goddamned black clothed, heavily made-up, grave sleeping Goth. He said it didn't last long - 18 months maybe - because he was too happy for the rest of them to cope with. I couldn't believe it!

Then I told him that I used to run with the Skins in London, brawling with baseball bats and broken bottles. He couldn't believe that someone like me could have done all that.

Interesting to delve into people's past and see what unexpected quirks lurk there ...

















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