Friday, August 27, 2010

Thursday, August 26, 2010


Dear Sir,

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Please fuck off.

Yours truculently,


We don't need no stinkin' deodorant!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


Okay ... this might be a bit weird but, hey! you know me!

So, you know about quoits, right? Those rubber ring things you try to throw over a stick for some damned silly reason?

Has anyone ever used them in a more ... sexual manner?! I've been using them for years but was just telling a friend about it. At first he was horrified by the idea, then intrigued and then declared that it was the most brilliant thing he'd ever heard of. Now, this guy is fairly sexually adventuous so I figured that if he'd never heard of the use of quoits then maybe it was a little more unusual than I had assumed. I did a quick Google search and came up with no references anywhere ...

So ... in the spirit of education, here we go.

First, get your quoit. Make sure the ring itself is reasonably thin (walk before you run ...) and flexible. I'm sure your local sport shop will happily oblige.

Next, tie a piece of cord (leather, nylon, whatever) around the ring somewhere. Make sure this firmly attached cos this is your safety line ... literally! It's gonna be the only way you're gonna retrieve the ring!

Next, lube up your ass and the quoit.

Then squeeze the quoit in to a sausage shape with the cord at one end (you know where we're headed now, huh?).

Insert the quoit into your ass and go "Wow! Fucking hell!" as you feel it expand in your rectum. Just make sure the damned cord is sticking out of your ass!!

When you've had enough and you've phoned your mother to tell her that you have a quoit up your ass and it feels fucking amaaaaazing, pull on the cord and ease that nasty little fucker out of there.

Quoits. The newest sport at the Gay Olympics.

A man's gotta do ...

.. what a man's gotta do!

Spring is nearly here ...

... time to explore our numerous outdoor recreational facilities.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Pictures at an Exhibition

Picked up Rory after classes on Friday and we drove about an hour-and-a-half to a brilliant little restaurant. Afterwards we decided it was too late to drive home ...

We ended up booking in to a rough little rural motel where we fucked around (literally, of course) for a while before deciding to go for a late night walk across the paddocks out the back.

It was too bloody cold to do anything outside (don't forget, we're still at the end of winter here!) so we curtailed our walk rather quickly ... but not before discovering an intriguing little run down barn ...

Next day we went into 'town' and bought swandris (dunno what they're called outside NZ - heavy wool shirt/coat things) and a decent pair of boots for Rory (he only had his Nikes and dress boots) and wool hats/gloves.

We ate in the local pub that night then had a few beers in the bar with the locals. I'm pretty sure Rory is the first customer they've ever had who was sporting a butt-plug, cock ring, ball stretcher and tit clamps ...

At about 10pm we said our goodbyes, went back to the motel to don our woolies and then trekked off across the paddocks to the barn...

So what did you all do this weekend...?