Tuesday, 29 November 2011

My first time on the scene - part 2

So there I was in the Garden of Gayness known as Queens Court. There was no such thing as the smoking ban at that time and it was the first thing I noticed. The first thought that entered my mind was how disgusting my clothes would smell. I had never seen so many people smoking in one place before and it appeared that one had to be a heavy smoker to be gay!
The second thing I noticed was that there were a fair few lesbians here too. Butch, pretty, fat, thin and some just plain ugly.
I made my way to the bar to order a vodka and coke, trying very hard to convince everyone I passed that it wasn't my first time here. The lack of heads turning as I did, made me think I had achieved this.
After paying for my drink, I decided to explore my new and exciting surroundings. This took all of a minute as the downstairs part of Queens Court is rather small and it was full of gay folk.
I then realised that I didn't really know what to do next. Should I try and talk to someone and if I did, how on earth do I start the conversation?
This was too much for me, so I decided the best thing to do was find somewhere to sit. Thankfully, there were plenty of vacant seats and I quickly made my way to one and then did what seemed perfectly natural to me..I pretended to read a text message on my phone. The idea here was that if anyone was watching me, they would see me doing this which would suggest  that I was waiting for someone and that the message I was reading was he, she or them saying they were on their way. The only downside to this was that eventually, it would become obvious I had been stood up.
So there I was, sipping my vodka and coke, pretending to read the odd text message and watching guys walk past and generally crapping myself. Despite this feeling of sheer terror I was so proud of myself that I had done it. I had actually come to a gay bar without the aid of a friend or several drinks beforehand.
After and hour and a second vodka and coke, the nerves really started to kick in. Not a single guy had come up to me. There had been plenty walk past me, some extremely pleasing to the eye too, but not a single look from any of them.
I started to over think things. Why wasn't anyone trying to talk to me. Was I too fat, too thin,  too small, too shy or maybe I was  ugly to them? It was then that I started to panic inside.
 This was the biggest night of my life and I wanted some kind of attention to show that I had made the right decision to come here..a chat, a kiss, a glance or even a smile from another guy would have made it worth the while.
Then it happened...He walked past me. I thought I recognised him as he made his way to the toilet but wasn't sure. I kept an eye out for him coming back. A few minutes later and he did and this time he saw me.
Who was this beacon of light, this man who would be my saviour?
It was Rikii!

Tune in next week for the 3rd and final instalment of this confession.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.

Monday, 21 November 2011

My first time on the scene - part 1

Hi folks. Apologies for the lack of a blog last week. Had a few issues to sort out.
This week I thought I'd tell you all about my very first time on the gay scene and just who was responsible for it.

My Dad and his cousin Keith were both celebrating their 60th birthday and a big party had been organised with family and friends attending.
It was being held in a part of Leeds that I had never been to and I didn't really have the money for a taxi, so the plan was that dad would pick me up in his car at 7pm and we'd drive to the venue.
I have to admit I was really looking forward to it as I get on well with Keith and his family. There was also the added bonus that my sister, brother and, of course Dad, would be there.
The time was 7pm and no sign of him. Ten minutes later and still no sign. Maybe the traffic was bad? At 7.30 I tried calling him on is mobile but there was no answer. Then I tried calling my sister. No answer there either. Several unanswered text messages and phone calls later and still Dad was a no show. By this time it was nearly 8pm and I was beginning to get worried. Then I remembered my invite. it had the name of the club where the party was taking place. A quick look in Yellow pages and I was calling the club. Thankfully someone answered. I asked if a 60th birthday party was being held there. It was and they confirmed it was for Dad and Keith.
The call was being taken upstairs in the club so I asked if they could take down my number and ask Keith to call me urgently.
A few minutes later he did. I apologised for not being there but that I was still waiting for Dad to pick me up. To my surprise, he was already there. I asked Keith to put him on the phone. Seconds later I was talking to him and asking him why he hadn't picked me up. He said he thought someone else was going to do it.
"It was all arranged that you were doing it" I said to him. I also went on to say how I thought something terrible had happened. He apologised to me and then again as he told me he couldn't pick me up now, as he had had a couple of drinks.
I was so angry and very very upset. We said our goodbyes and as I hung up, I just stood there in disbelief not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
The one thing I did know was that I was dressed to go out and there was no way I was staying in. I caught the bus into town and just walked, not really looking where I was heading.
After a few a few minutes I stopped and looked at my surroundings and there it was, probably the most famous of gay bars in Leeds. I was stood outside Queens Court.
For some time, I had been wrestling with the thought of visiting this hive of gay activity but somehow managed to always put it off. Maybe this was some kind of omen and that Dad not picking me up was someones way of saying I should go to Queens Court instead.
Should I enter or should I turn away? The urge was just too great. I had to go in and it had to be that night.
My stomach started to churn and my legs turned to jelly but never the less, I started to walk up to the entrance. Each step felt like I was carrying heavy weights around my ankles. Just a few more steps and I would be there. The thought entered my head that, even now, I could still turn and walk away. Within seconds of dismissing that thought, I was in.

Tune in next week to see what happened next.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.

Monday, 7 November 2011

Tristram - part 5

Hello folks and welcome to the final instalment of this confession.
Before I start, I do need to clarify one thing. Thanks to my good friend June from New Zealand, I have been advised that I have made a tiny little mistake. Heckmondwike does not have a train station or a river. It was in fact Hebden Bridge where Tristram lived. I feel so foolish to have mixed my towns up and even more foolish as I have never even been to Heckmondwike. Thanks June x.

Right then, back to the confession and please note, there is sexual content in this instalment.

There I was in Tristam's bedroom with his nice curtains, set of drawers mattress and of course..Tristram.
He was totally naked but I had decided to put my boxers on. No idea why I did as they were going to be back off within minutes.
I got into bed whilst he turned the light off. A few seconds later, Tristram was in bed beside me. We snuggled up together and started kissing. We continued to caress and as we did, the kissing became more passionate. It felt amazing to be so intimate with someone. After quite a while, Tristram made his way to my boxers and gently pulled them off. It was obvious what he was going to do next and I let out a gasp as he did. He then did something I had never had done to me before. I don't see what all the fuss is about with regards to rimming as it does nothing for me. Maybe he was doing it wrong or maybe it's just not my thing. I left him to it, pretending it was really turning me on. It did cross my mind that he might want me to this to him and there was no way on this earth I was going to. I needn't have worried. after he had finished, he looked up at me and asked if he should put a rubber on. This was the moment I had been waiting for. Tristram would be the first man I would have intercourse with.
He walked over to his chest of drawers and took a condom from one of the drawers along with a tube of lube. He walked back and lay down by my side. It was whilst he was putting the condom on that I realised just how huge he was. Inside I was a little panic stricken. It wasn't so much the length but the girth of his penis.
It was too late to back out now and if I'm honest, I didn't really want to.
I lubed up and then laid back and waited for him to enter me with my legs over his shoulders. He was very gentle and took his time but it wasn't going to happen in this position. It was just too painful.
He asked if I wanted to try a different position or not bother? I was determined intercourse would take place that night so opted for another position. This time I lay on my front. Once again he took his time and though still a little painful, he entered me. Within a minute or two, the pain had gone and were actually making love and I was loving it. Each thrust filled me with excitement and pleasure I had never felt before. Every nerve in my body just tingled and I did not want it to stop.
We changed positions again with me now sitting on him. First I was facing him and then with my back to him. It was this way that gave me the most pleasure. He wasn't thrusting anymore. I was riding him, going faster and faster sometimes with Tristram holding my hips, sometimes with his arms around my chest. Every now and then he would grab my penis which just made me tingle even more.
By now I was reaching the point where I was going to climax. I turned to Tristram and panted I was very close to doing so. "Go ahead" he said.
I started to go even faster, so fast I think I could have generated electricity and then it happened. An explosion of pure pleasure from every part of my body. I had never ever had an orgasm like this. It seemed to go on for ever and with each one I let out a moan. Anyone who remembers the scene from the film Porky's where Kim Cattrall's character has an orgasm..that was me, only not howling!!

I slept very well that night and the following morning, we tried again. This time though, I couldn't take it so Tristram masturbated instead. I did wonder to myself if last night had been a one off and maybe I wouldn't be able to do it again. I was being silly. It's all down to how relaxed you are and obviously I wasn't.

After a shower and breakfast it was time to go. Tristram had had a cup of tea and a couple of biscuits and I couldn't help but notice how the way he was munching on his biscuits irritated me. This grated on my mind most of the way home.
We arrived at my home and I thanked him for a wonderful night and said how much I looked forward to another night with him. We kissed and said our goodbyes.

The following day at work I was in a brilliant mood and couldn't wait to tell all my work mates how well it went. Everyone was really pleased for me. I mentioned how the way he ate his biscuits had irritated me but if this was all that bugged me about him, then I was sure I could live with it.
That same day I sent Tristram an email saying how much I'd enjoyed our night together and how much I was looking forward to seeing him again. He didn't reply.
The day after I sent him another email and a text. He didn't reply to those either. One of my work mates suggested he had got what he wanted and no longer interested. Then another colleague suggested the same thing and then another. Were they right. Surely not?

The next day I decided to send Tristram another email.  I can't remember exactly what I wrote but it was something along these lines :
Had a great night the other night and really like you but haven't heard from you since. I do hope it's not what my work mates are suggesting and that now you've had what you wanted, you're not interested. Hopefully that is not the case.

I received a reply that went something like this:

I've been very busy and not had time to reply. How narrow minded of your friends to think something like that. If that's how you feel then I don't really want to see you again.

My friends were right. He had used me. Marc was right too. He said there was something about him that didn't feel right. I felt foolish and then I felt angry and wanted to show him I wasn't bothered. I decided to send him one final email and it went something like this:

Steady on there tiger. I didn't say that was what I was thinking. Just had a really good night and wanted to feel your  knob inside me again. It was fun whilst it lasted so no worries.

I was lying though. Inside I was absolutely gutted and felt totally used. I just couldn't believe that someone could go to all that trouble just to have sex. Surely that's what one night stands are for?

Tristram did not reply to my final email and I never saw him again, online or in person.
Thinking back whilst writing this, I can't help but wonder if he was actually with someone else at the time. Maybe that was why he was in the process of moving house. Could he have been moving in with his boyfriend?

I've put this encounter down to experience but one thing I can say. I have yet to have another orgasm like the one I had with Tristram!!!

Until next week, I bid thee farewell.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Guilty Pleasure 2

One of the main reasons I watch Celebrity Juice is not because it is ridiculously funny or out of support for a fellow Leeds man, but because of today's guilty pleasure. I am talking of  the one and only Rufus Hound...hot diggitty dawg!!
With his handlebar moustache, you would be forgiven for thinking he had just walked out of a 1970's porn movie or joined a Village People tribute band or even starred in a 1970's porn movie as one of the Village People. Stick him in some leathers and you know which one he would be!
Normally I don't go for men with too much facial hair or, for that matter, men with tattoos.  Mr Hound has both. Don't get me wrong, if a tattoo looks good on a man, then I don't mind, but Mr Hounds tattoos look ghastly on him. Never the less, this has not hindered my lust for the man and there are two reasons as to why.
Those reasons are his beautiful blue eyes and his ever youthful and healthy skin.
Whenever I watch him on Celebrity Juice, it is like the good Lord himself shines his light on Rufus like one of his Angels descending from Heaven.

He stands out from the rest of the panel. Maybe it's all down to a bloody good lighting manager on the ITV2 show but whatever it is, he looks darn good!
Add to this his charm, charisma and near perfect timing when delivering a joke and you have a perfect specimen of a man.

Rufus Hound, despite your tash and the tattoos that really don't suit you, you certainly float my boat.
Of course, if we were to become an item, I would send you away to have those tattoos removed and you would have to tone up a little, but you can keep the tash!!

Tuesday, 1 November 2011

Tristram - part 4

First things first. Apologies for the lack of a Guilty Pleasure blog last Thursday. This was due to technical difficulties beyond my control. Hopefully it will be sorted out in time for the next one.

Anyway, back to Tristram and please be warned, there may be sexual content in this blog!

Those of you who read last weeks blog will know that my first date with Tristram had gone very well. Marc and his boyfriend didn't think much to him but I didn't care. I was smitten!

We were on MSN chatting about the date and how well it had gone when Tristram suggested I visit him at his home in Heckmondwike and stay the night. This basically meant come and visit and we can have sex which I was more than happy to participate in.
We chatted a little more and I told him that if I was going to stay the night, he would have to run me a bath with lots of bubbles and candles dotted around it. He agreed to my terms.

The big day arrived and my stomach was full to the brim with butterflies. I had never been so excited and nervous in my life and frequented the toilet numerous times.
Tristram had sent me several messages letting me know how much he was looking forward to seeing me which just added to my excitement.

Whilst on the train to Heckmondwike I sent him a message saying I had set off. He replied instantly asking me to text him when the train was nearly there. His intention was to meet me at the station and he would drive me to his house.
I did as he asked and just as he had intended, he was there waiting. He was most courteous and opened the car door for me, after he had put my overnight case in the boot.
As soon as he was in the car, he leaned over and gave me a kiss.
"I've been wanting to do that ever since Joan Collins" he said. I was more than happy to reciprocate.
What was strange was the fact that passengers were walking passed the car and could obviously see what was occurring and I didn't care. All that mattered was I had known this man for about two weeks, we had been on one date and now, at last, were were kissing  and I was loving it!

After our little kissing session, Tristram drove to his place. On the way, we decided we would eat out. He knew of a local pub near his place that had built quite a reputation for serving excellent food. It sounded really nice and what sounded even nicer, was that Tristram was paying.
We dropped my case off and he gave me a little tour of his house. I wasn't impressed with the downstairs. In the corner of his living room he had a row of shoes and thanks to Marc's comments previously, I couldn't help but have a really good look at them. They were all in a well worn state.
The room itself was a little untidy. The carpet was shabby and he only had a two seater sofa and a rather dated television set.
Tristram said he was in the process of selling the house and a lot of his stuff was in storage. He then showed me upstairs. The bathroom was immaculate and rather spacious. The bedroom was fine, a nice carpet, set of nice drawers in the corner, decent curtains and so on. What I wasn't sure about was the mattress on the floor. It had a sheet, pillows and duvet but never the less, there it was on the floor. Apparently the rest of the bed was  in storage along with everything else. The lack of a complete bed did not bode well with me but I did an awfully good job of not showing this.

We made our way to the pub for our meal.  The pub was situated at the side of the river and we had a splendid view. I ordered chicken supreme and Tristram ordered some sort of pie with veg. It was very busy but we didn't seem to wait that long before the meal arrived. We had ordered drinks too. The usual vodka and coke for me and I forget what he ordered.
There wasn't much chat throughout the duration of the meal but it wasn't silent either. I have to say, my chicken supreme was delicious but very filling and true to his word, Tristram paid the bill.

We returned to his place and settled down on his two seater sofa to watch some television. It was Saturday night so there were some decent programmes on, though we missed quite a lot with the chatting we were doing. A couple of hours later he asked if I would like to go to bed. "What about my bath" I said to him.
He thought I was joking when I'd said I wanted him to run me a bath full of bubbles and so on. I wasn't joking!
Tristram disappeared upstairs and about ten minutes later he called me. I rushed upstairs and into the bathroom and there it was..a bath full of bubbles with tea lights all around the rim. There was no need to have the light on there were that many.
"You wanted a special bath" he said, "Well here it is"
I was overjoyed at his gesture and found it very romantic.  It may sound like nothing to a lot of you but no-one had ever done anything like this for me before. Quick as a flash I was out of my clothes and into the bath. The fragrance of the tea lights and the foam bath mingled to create a beautiful scent.
I turned to Tristram and asked if he cared to join me. Seconds later he was in the bath too, seated behind me.
He started to wash my back and then he put his arms around me. I turned and kissed him.
"That's to say thank you for doing this for me" I said to him. He moved closer to me and I could feel his now erect penis against my back. "Someone is happy to be in here aren't they?" I laughed at him. He laughed back and decided to get out. It was when he was wrapping the towel around his waist that I noticed it. He was circumcised. I asked him why he was and whether it was uncomfortable. It wasn't as the operation occurred when he was very young and he was used to the sensitivity.
Whilst he was telling me about this, I had also vacated the bath and wrapped a towel around me.
Tristram led me into the bedroom. The moment had arrived.

Tune in next week for the 5th and final instalment in this confession.

Until then, I bid thee farewell.