Tristram - Part 3

The day of the the meet with Tristram had arrived and I was nervous but also very excited.
Leading up to this night, we had continued to chat on MSN, Gaydar and on the phone. I had even been lucky enough to see his bare butt. We had been chatting on MSN and he got up to grab a drink with only a towel wrapped around him. Of course, the towel dropped and revealed his bare flesh. I liked what it revealed.
Anyway, back to the date. I caught the train to Bradford and met up with my friend Marc and his then boyfriend. Tristram was due to meet us within half an hour and like the perfect gentleman, he was on time. He glided down the escalator like an advertisement for Next.
I did the required introductions and we made our way to the theatre. It was packed and there was very little space to move.
We decided to have a drink and Marc suggested we seperate so I could have a chat with Tristram. The show wasn't due to start for twenty minutes so I agreed.
Both of us were nervous but we still managed to have a decent chat. I complimented him on his outfit as did he with me. To be honest, we both looked fabulous!
The twenty minutes flew by and before we knew it, we were making our way to our seats.
First on were Four Poofs and a Piano and they were really good. They sang about six or seven songs and chatted with the audience a little.
I had seen them on the Jonathan Ross show and remembered that one of them was a little on the chunky side. He had obviously been working out as the first thing I noticed was how trim he was looking. He confirmed his loss of weight a little later.
Then they were finished and received a raptuous round of applause.
We waited about ten minutes and then it was time for Joan Collins.
The tour was basically Ms Collins chatting about her life in front and behind the camera. Things like her early start in movies and her time on Dynasty.
She looked gorgeous, was very interesting and I was loving it.
Whilst watching her, Tristram had his arms crossed and every now and then he would accidently brush my arm with his. If it wasn't his arm, he would brush me with his thigh. Every time he did this, it sent a tingle up my spine.
The interval came and we went for another drink. We stayed together and chatted about the show so far. I remember I didnt have time to finish my drink as they announced the show would restart in a few minutes.
We made our way back and Ms Collins proceeded with the remainder of her chat. Like the Four Poofs, she received a rousing round of applause and a standing ovation of which you could see, she was rather pleased to receive.

We made our way to the exit of the theatre. Marc asked if we were going for another drink. Unfortunately, Tristram's train was due in ten minutes so he couldn't. We walked to the train station which is literally over the road from the theatre. As there were other people waiting for trains, I couldn't really say much about the night to Tristram or even give him a kiss. He said his goodbyes to Marc and his boyfriend and then it came to saying goonight to me. We decided to shake hands which may sound strange but if you could have seen how we actually shook hands. It was done in a way where we both saying this is actually me giving you a kiss. It was rather sensual and seemed to happen in slow motion.
I walked back towards Marc occasionally turning to wave to Tristram as he made his way up the escalator. Then he was gone.

Marc and his boyfriend were looking at me in a rather strange way. I asked them what was wrong. They said nothing. I then asked them what they thought of Tristram. They replied it didn't matter what they thought, it was what I thought of him.
I told them I liked him but knew from their previous reply and the funny looks both continued to give me that something was troubling them. Once again I asked what was wrong.
Marc replied "Did you not see his shoes"? I have to admit, I had not taken the blindest bit of notice of his shoes. I had been too mesmorised by everything else.
Marc proceeded to tell me how the first thing you should always look at when dating a man, is the condition of his shoes.
They had looked at his and they were rather shabby. I had never heard of this and was quite bemused at how the condition of a gay man's shoes could tell you what kind of person he was.
I decided they were talking noncence and said I would be seeing him again. They said it was up to me but he would not have got a second date with either of them. By this time we were at Marc's car and he proceeded to drive me home.
We said our goodbyes and I thanked them for the extra tickets.
I had only been home for about two minutes when I received a text. It was fom Tristram. His text said he had enjoyed the night and particularly the time he had spent with me. His exact words were "When I saw you from the top of the escalator, I knew I liked what I saw".
That was what I called a result.
We chatted a little more, the emphasis being how we both really liked each other and how we couldn't wait for the next date. I also mentioned how I noticed his accidental brushes against me whilst watching the show and how I liked them. He was rather pleased I had noticed and of course, the brushes were no accident.

Tune in next Tuesday for the next instalment and don't forget my next guilty pleasure on Thursday.

Until then, I beed thee farewell.

Guilty Pleasures

As part of my confessions I will present to you a occasional 'Guilty Pleasure', an unlikely Adonis I find myself attracted to for some truly bizarre reason.

Today I must confess my unholy desires for...

Johnny Robinson

Yes, I know...please don't judge me. I know he's not much to look at but there is just something about Johnny. His personality seems to dazzle me. You just know deep down he's got a heart of gold. He would make you a nice cup of tea on a morning, sing you a little song and have your crumpet buttered just the right amount...believe me, I'm fussy when it comes to crumpet!!!

BUT, he looks like an extra from a bad zombie movie! He dresses and looks like a chav who has just robbed the local Primark. That is, until he speaks and you hear those lady like tones. Look at him! Just give him a black robe and a scythe and you'd think he'd come to take you to meet your maker!






















"HEEEEEERE'S JOHNNY!"

But, despite all this, his personality shines through, like a beautiful sunset from a classic Disney movie.


SO, here's the science bit;

As you can see from this pie chart, personality counter balances any flaws. Believe me I always go for hotties, usually way out of my league and definitely younger than me! But somehow Johnny has managed to light a spark. So if you're reading this Johnny...well, the balls in your court!!!

Tristram - Part 2

Hello folks, it's that time of the week again.

Now where was I? Oh yes...Tristram and I had hit it off but I wanted to make sure he was genuine by asking him to be on Gaydar the next day at a specific time.
The next day arrived as did the time and to my surprise, he was there. I was absolutely thrilled.
We chatted for ages about everything and nothing. After about an hour, Tristram asked if I had webcam as he thought it would be a good idea to chat on MSN. I did have an account but not webcam. He however had both, so whilst he could not see me, I would be able to see him.
We said our goodbyes on Gaydar and then hello again on MSN two minutes later. I have to say, he looked even more handsome in the flesh and he had obviously taken notice of what I liked as he was wearing clothes from Next.
We continued to chat for at least another hour and it was nice being able to see him smile and laugh every  time I wrote something funny. Eventually it was time to call it a night and we decided we would exchange mobile numbers. I still wasn't ready to meet up with him, at least not yet. He was fine with this.
I logged off from Gaydar and started to watch a bit of television. A few minutes passed and then I received a text. It was from Tristram and it was a rather sweet message. He said he liked me and was looking forward to eventually meeting me. My reply basically said the same and  I said I would catch him on MSN the following night.

The following night arrived and then the next and the one after that and it became more than obvious that we were both into each other. We continued to text and chat and even spoke on the phone. It was going very well and I decided a meet was definitely on the cards.

One night I received a call from my good friend Marc. It was the perfect opportunity to tell him all about Tristram. He was over the moon for me.
I told him that we hadn't met yet and that I wanted to, sooner rather than later. Marc had an idea. He and his then boyfriend had tickets to go see Joan Collins and Two Poofs and a Piano in Bradford and he had two spare. He suggested I had the spare tickets and ask Tristram to join us.
It was a good idea but I wasn't sure he would like to, not only meet me for the first time, but also two of my friends.
I phoned him and asked. To my delight, he said yes to the idea. We were, at last, going to meet up and I was really looking forward to it.
The Joan Collins gig wasn't for another week but all the arrangements had been made. We would meet at the train station, go for a drink and then on to the show.

Find out how it all went and what happened after the show next week.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.

Tristram - Part 1

It's that time of the week again folks and I know I said that this would be the week of the big confession but I have had second thoughts. Don't worry, it's only postponed and I do have another one to tempt you with.

I also have plans to improve my blog. The idea is to make it a blog that people will remember and want to visit again and again. If you have any thoughts on what you would like me to include, just leave me a comment.

Are you sitting comfortably.. you are? Then let us proceed:

I was on Gaydar doing the usual when I received a request for a private chat. He had a picture so I accepted. His name was Tristram and he was in his early 30's.
I checked his profile and have to admit I liked what I saw. He had decent looks and dressed well. You could tell he shopped at Next and I do love their clothes so he was off to a very good start.
He had obviously looked at my profile as he commented on how young I looked for my age. That was another point in his favour. I do get a thrill when people compliment me on my youthful looks.
Tristram lived in Heckmondwike, had his own place, car and a job. I was beginning to think I had hit the jackpot here but didn't let it go to my head.
We chatted for absolutely ages and were hitting it off rather nicely.
 One has to know when someone just wants dirty talk and when someone is genuine.
I do have one private chat buddy who likes the dirty talk. It can be such a giggle and it's also that feeling you have knowing that whatever you say is helping that person to maintain an erection and eventually climax. The way I look at it, I am helping that person with their sexual activities though sometimes the chat can become a little crude. Do I really need to know that someone likes to be urinated on? I think not!
Tristram appeared to be genuine so a little bit of tasteful flirting took place.
It was getting to the point in the conversation when the question of a date pops up but I was unsure of which direction to go. He did seem really nice but surely there had to be something. It couldn't be this perfect.
I decided to set him a little test by asking if he would be on Gaydar the following night.
Most guys are on there for one reason only and that is a shag. If Tristram was one of those guys, then I wouldn't hear from him again. If he wasn't, then he would be in the chatroom waiting for me tomorrow.
We agreed a time and said our goodnight's.

Was he there the next night or was he a no show? Tune in next week to find out.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.

Lawrence

Hello folks. I hope you are all well and eager to read my latest confession.
You will pleased to know that this will be rated PG rather than the usual 15 or 18. For those of you that are disappointed, wait for next week. It's going to be a corker!

During my younger years, I always tried to go out a couple of times each week. Monday and Thursday was cheap night at Queens Court so these were usually the nights I went.
This particular week, my friend Richard and I decided to go out Thursday, mainly due to the fact that it was cheap night at Mission too and it is less than a minute walk from QC.

The plan of action was to arrive at Queens Court for about ten, stay there until midnight and then go to Mission, where we would dance the night away or at least until it closed.
Whilst at QC I had several drinks and was feeling quite merry. I had seen very little action so that was all I was feeling.
A little bit of dancing took place and a few more drinks and soon it was time to head off for Mission. You always knew when it was that time as Queens Court suddenly resembled a ghost town.
We made our way over and were confronted with the usual never ending queue. This meant we would have to wait at least twenty minutes to enter the club. We didn't mind that night as it was really warm and we had nice people in front and behind us. When I say nice, I mean they didn't smell of sweat. There is nothing worse than standing near someone who doesn't know what deodorant is and even in the gay world that still occurs.
We were moving closer and closer to the entrance and soon we were within two minutes of entering. When we reached two minutes, this was usually the time I would flirt with the doorman. If I'm doing the flirting, you know I've had a drink but on these occasions it was always in jest.

The time had arrived. We were allowed to enter the club. Upon entering Mission, you are hit with that smell. Not a nasty smell, more of a sweet aroma. The cause of this aroma was the smoke machines that would blast out big puffs of smoke every few minutes on the dance floor.
We paid the usual five pounds, had our hand stamped and headed for the bar. A drink or two later, we were dancing again, occasionally being engulfed by the clouds of smoke which kind of makes one feel like a rock star. Don't you dare try denying it doesn't.

After a few dances, I needed the toilet and informed Richard of this and that I would be buying another drink. The toilets at Mission are unisex which is always interesting especially when  you are greeted by a couple of lesbians partaking in a little domestic.
It was whilst I was washing my hands that I bumped into Lawrence. Was that a "at last" I heard from all of you then?
Lawrence was in his mid 20's, quite attractive and had ginger hair. Ginger is usually a massive turn off for me but there was something about him  that the colour of his hair just did not bother me.
I said hello to which he reciprocated. We exchanged names and then I headed for the dance floor alone.
Don't worry. That wasn't the end of Lawrence. I went there to let Richard know I had met someone and that we had clicked. Richard was more than happy to continue dancing and leave me to chat with Lawrence.
Mission has four bars or at least it did way back then and one of these bars was based in a chill out area. It was in this area that I found Lawrence again. I asked him if he'd like a drink. He did and so I bought him one along with my usual of course.
We chatted for ages and he made it more than obvious that he was attracted to me as was I with him.
After a while we decided to go for a dance. This was the perfect opportunity for me to introduce him to Richard. I did just this and I think he was rather relieved that he wasn't on his own again.
After a little chat at the edge of the dance floor, a song came on that I liked. I grabbed hold of Lawrence and we started to dance, slowly making our way into the middle of the floor. Song after song was played and danced to and if I had any doubt that Lawrence liked me, it was erased by how close he was dancing with me. When I say close, I mean close. Let's just say if he had been excited, I would have felt it!

The night was going well and I didn't want it to end. I had reached the point where I had to decide whether this was a one night situation or whether it could be several nights and days. I decided it was the latter.
A couple more songs were played and then I needed the toilet. Lawrence was happy to stay where he was as was Richard so off I went. I literally was only a couple of minutes and headed back to the guy who had made my evening just perfect.
That perfect night ended the moment I entered the room. I was confronted with Lawrence and Richard dancing together. Nothing wrong with that you say? You remember earlier how I described the way Lawrence was dancing with me? That's how he was dancing with Richard.
I marched over to them with a face like thunder. They both stopped and Lawrence excused himself and rushed to the toilet.
"What the hell do you think you are doing"? I shouted at Richard.
He said they were just dancing.
"Not like that you don't. You know I like him"
Richard then proceeded to tell me that Lawrence had made the first move and how he had said that he liked him. Then came the slap in the face. Richard liked him back.
Furious is probably too tame a word to describe how I was feeling. How could he do this to me?
Richard and I had had many nights out together and he knew it was a big thing for me not only to click with another guy but to also make the first move. I felt betrayed and needed some distance from him.
I made my way outside. Thankfully it was still warm.
Lawrence was also outside so I confronted him. All that was going through my head was that I had spent hours trying to get to know this guy, even bought him a drink or two and all of it in vain.
"What was all that about"? I said to him. He said it was nothing and that I was reading too much into it.
"I don't think I am". I said, "We just spent hours chatting only for you to try and get off with my friend".
Then I asked him the question that should not have even been asked.
"So who do you want. Me or Richard"?
"I like you both" he replied "How about we have a threesome"?
My jaw dropped to the ground.
By this time Richard had also exited the club and he caught the last bit of Lawrence's question. I looked at him and he smiled. I didn't smile back.
Richard then suggested we take up his offer to which I quickly declined. As far as I was concerned, the night was over.
I said my goodbyes and hailed a taxi. On the way home I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened and how stupid it made me feel.

That  was the beginning of the end for my friendship with Richard. Although I forgave him, our nights out together started to occur less and less often and as I write this blog, it has been three years since I last saw him. I always felt that he liked me more than a friend and perhaps that was why the Lawrence incident happened.
The truth be known, if it had been with someone other than Richard, I would have said yes to the threesome.

I never saw Lawrence again and to this day, I do not know if he and Richard spent the night together.

Until next time, I bid thee farewell.

NEXT WEEK : IT'S THE BIG ONE. THE CONFESSION TO TOP ALL CONFESSIONS. SO BIG, IT COULD BE A QUADRILOGY. I LOOK FORWARD TO MULTIPLE HITS.

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