Christmas stocking - number 2

Here we are folks..the final 2 in my festive countdown and just who didn't quite make it to the top spot? This was a difficult decision for me  to make but I think I ended up with the right one.
So who is my second choice?....read on to find out.

2. Elijah Wood

 

 Ladies and Gentlemen..I give you Elijah Wood.

Elijah started his career in television adverts but it was in the film The Faculty that I first noticed him. I absolutely loved the film and was impressed by how good he was.

Of course he most famous for playing Frodo Baggins in  the Lord of the Rings movies, a role that I cannot imagine any other actor playing. He was born to play that part and will be playing him again in The Hobbit.

He is also the voice of Spyro in the Spyro computer games.

So what is it about Elijah that fast tracks him to my top 2? His piercing blue eyes is one reason. The fact that at 5 foot 6", he is a mere 1" taller than me, is another. His softly spoken voice, his lovely smile and that in real life, he is just such a nice person.

He may not be the most handsome of actors out there with his pale skin and nerdy looks but to me he is beautiful to look at and an absolute Adonis.

There are rumours that he may be gay and how I wish this were true. I say that in the hope that if he is, he will see this blog and ask me out on a date. One can dream!

So there it is. Elijah has narrowly missed out on the top spot but he deserves his place in my Christmas stocking.

Tune in tomorrow to see who made number 1. I will also reveal some of the guys who missed out on my top 12.

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.

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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