http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/This is just a teenage boy talking about how sex has led me to develop to the person I am, and how it is that I became what I am. I am relating the life I am living, and how the experiences I go through are changing me...en-EUMokoFeed10http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/38/e56f03d9d2aa3874f6f078a5be11e5_160x200.jpghttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/10/30/my-final-word-4953893/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2008-10-30:/2008/10/30/my-final-word-4953893/Thu, 30 Oct 2008 05:02:39 +0100 <p> Listen all my readers, I have something important to say, this lifestyle is not as good as we think it is, I thought I would never change, until now I've met an amazing person, I wanted him to know everything about me so I showed him this blog. I hope that he can get over it, but I know the issues it raises...I sign out finally as a retiring sex addict. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/10/30/my-final-word-4953893/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/10/30/my-final-word-4953893/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/09/25/london-gay-sex-turns-into-a-stalker-creep-scandal-4776035/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2008-09-25:/2008/09/25/london-gay-sex-turns-into-a-stalker-creep-scandal-4776035/Thu, 25 Sep 2008 02:06:33 +0200 <p>Ok, so here's the deal...I was in London again, and I decided to get some random sex, so as usual I went to this amazing bathhouse i go to a lot, the usual happened, where since I didnt go at the popular time there were few hot ones and a good amount of fat "sugadaddies"...iew. So I was eye fucked ever since I got in my towel, there was this really hot guy posing beside a private prison cell thingi who was giving me bright light signal of the "I-want-your-cock-and-ass" nature, so I gave him the "cheeky-monkey smile", but that twat decided that he was gonna play hard to get, so naturally my ego was like "WTF??! Who does he think he is" so to vex him i decided that I was gonna do my charity fuck that day (for the straight readers, a charity fuck is when you do someone fat or ugly for good karma, it makes them feel good and makes you feel like you did your charity for the year) Now I usually do four charity fucks a year (the average homostandard is one, and is in pride week), so I picked this older man, white hair and with a bit of a belly, I was like whatever, just do it.</p> <p>I was in one of the prison cell thingis and he was at another, and there were like bars separating us, all kinky and delightful etc etc. So the old dude sticks is hand in and I give him my cock which he fondles (I seriously felt molested, but I sucked it up--cant be good for my hed now that I think of it). So he puts his cock through the bars, and I proceed to satisfy him orally (Im good, I know its arrogant to say so, but its true, I havent met anyone thats better than me yet). The old man (code name Santa) breaks the sacred code of silence in bathhouses and asks if he can come to me, I'm like whatever so I nod to hm (I should have taken the breach of etiquette as foreshadowing) so he comes in and Santa like proceeds to hug me, I was like WTF (In my head of course) but I let him, like whatever turns him on. Santa then comes!!! HE CAME!! I just touched him!! I was like whatever, maybe this happens when your older. So he like steers me out of the prison cell thingi and into a private floor bed thingi (I loved how Mr. Hard to Get was looking at me with a shocked and frustrated expression...I hope he got blue balls)</p> <p>So I lay on the floor, and he is near me (very old men have very sagging balls), so I wanted to do my magic on him, take him around the world etc etc...So I put my head between his legs and proceeded to suckle skillfully, in like a fraction of a second he came again!! and got my head away from him, and brought me closer (Now I was refusing to kiss him, that was just nasty so I kept giving him my neck), I was confused by then, so I put my hand to his package to wank him, and he came again!!! He then said: "No, dont, just lie down on me"...Ok, this is where any sane person would have run away!!! I was like (in stupid liberal logic): "Ok, maybe this is some new fetish you didnt discover yet, just play along with it, you could learn something" he then put my head on his shoulder and started to pet me and say "there there, you are safe now, shhhh, you are safe" HE WAS TREATING ME LIKE A BABY!! and I was just lying on him with my head freaking out!!! So I tried to put my dick between his thighs, I thought maybe he was a bottom (he had a massive 10 incher btw), he said no, and then he said: Yes, you want to make passionate latin love, but no, this is Amore, I will teach you Amore (pronounced Amoray), my mind automatically snapped and said to me: if he gets too freaky knee him in the naked sagging nuts!</p> <p>He then started stroking my hair, and whispered to me: You are like poetry, your lips are painted by the brushes of the gods, your eyes are wells of mystery, my silent lover, such perfect lips, such perfect eyes, such a strong nose, the face of a god, my david (I WAS FLIPPING OUT HARDCORE, but still morbidly curious) So I made to leave, and he grabs me, and slams me to the padded floor, and then lays down on me!! I felt like crying, I was like: "I don't want to get strangled again" (long story) so he cuddles on me like a baby, and starts suckling his thumbs and making these queer baby noises and then he said: "hold me" so out of a strange curiosity to what this freak was going at, I did that, after forever, he sighed deeply and sat between my thighs, and starting dry fucking my thighs. He suddenly stopped and looked at me and sighed, and his face had this strange covetous expression, like that of a childless parent staring at an orphaned baby. He then sighed again and started barking!! THE FREAK BARKED AT ME!! Like a small dog bark!! I was looking at him wide eyed and for the first time in my life lost my wood, I swear I thought I was getting stabbed. He then asked me in a really soft voice what I did, and I said I was a student, out of curiosity I asked what he did (I expected an english professor or something, because he had a very cultured accent) he answered that he just traveled around...HE WAS A TRAMP!!! A CULTURED TRAMP THAT BARKED!!! (At this point I hated myself for my curiosity and started planning my escape).</p> <p>After another moment of sweet talking and fondling, he sat up again smiling, started barking, and really suddenly jabbed his hands under my armpits!! (IT HURTS BTW!!) so I kneed him in the nuts and I ran out screaming HES A FREAK!! two circuit fairies went to check him out. Now I was so traumatized that I went straight to the bar and ordered a double vodka, a second freak was sitting in front of me and started to eye fuck me, then flashed his jewels and started playing with his balls, I seriously felt like crying, my body just fet so invaded, as if all they wanted was too eat me up, I hated it, it was as if I didnt even own myself. So I just ran off to the shower, and the barking tramp followed me there!!! He stood there licking his lips and playing with his cock while I showered!! The two fairies (if you by any chance read this, thank you!!) started talking to him and questioning him so I ran away to the lockers. Now I was dressing in a hurry, but while still drying this fat guy comes up to me (must be in his 40's) he was such a fucking predator! He just invited himself to play with my cock!!! He was like: "Whoever did this circumcision is an artist" so wanting to scare him away I said: "Yah, he fucked me when I was seven" HE JUST LICKED HIS LIPS!!! I now was so frustrated I felt like crying!! so he dropped to his knees and started to suck me!! I just wanted to leave, so I said: "listen I really have to leave, I'm late, I'm so sorry" so he looks at me and stands up still playing with my cock, and he says: "Listen, I am very rich, and I am very connected, why dont you come to my town house" so I just answered "sorry, Im very late" he answers: let me buy you all the pretty things you ever wanted" (ok, now I got pissed off and my pride was hurt) so I answered him while putting on my very expensive designer clothes (to his pure shock): "listen you arrogant fuck, I dont give a shit the money you have, I can most likely buy you over a million times, if I wanted I will invite you to one of my two center of town duplex apartments or to my estate at the outskirts of the city" I swear I saw the read creep up his face, so this slick I dont know what just started mumbling, I went to the mirror, sorted out my hair and walked out. IT FELT FUCKING GOOD!!!</p> <p>Ok, by know I was getting over the shock of the barking tramp, but a block away from the bathhouse, he comes running out dressed in surprisingly good clothes and starts following me slowly. I said to myself: thats it, I'm getting stabbed today, I can already see the headlines: Son of X stabbed in the streets by vexed older homosexual lover Mr. Supertramp. Naturally I wanted to loose him, so I got into a can and paid the driver too much to drive around the block a few times and take me to the tube station, so I got off at waterloo and he was there!! SUPERTRAMP WAS THERE!! so I ran into the first tube and got lost in the crowded compartment, I got out at a random station and took another one to Oxford Circus. I thought I was safe, when behind me I see Santa's head!!! So I lost it and I ran, I ran as fast as I could, and I went to theses random cops I saw walking, and I flipped out, I screamed that there was a freak following me for two tube stations and that I thought he wanted to hurt me!! I pointed him out and they went to speak to him, I followed. Santa was like: "He is my lover, he swear his love to me, we are one now, I will not leave my dear lover, my david" SANTA WAS FUCKING PSYCHO!! My face dropped and I have no idea what verbal diarrhea I told the cops through me tears of frustration. I think they felt sorry for me, so I just asked if they could just hold him back while I disappear, and I was surprised that they agreed (I must have looked like an emotional wreck). So I took a cab to the nearest tub station, took the tube to the end of the line, and then took another taxi to the estate. I was never more relieved!!</p> <p>I the took a vow of celibacy until I move to my next location. (in a few days) It has been 3 weeks, and I still dont have that eating need to get laid, I think Santa traumatized me, I might get a psychologist. In the coming days I will post the interesting stories that happened before this incident. Word of advice: Keep charity fucks to the minimal, ALWAYS trust your instincts, and DONT EVER trust your curiosity when exploring an unheard off sexual fetish!! I hope all my readers enjoyed this recollection, and are amused by my trauma, no offense, but i will try to not have to write something this similar in the future!! (finger crossed) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/09/25/london-gay-sex-turns-into-a-stalker-creep-scandal-4776035/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>policesexfreaklawhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/09/25/london-gay-sex-turns-into-a-stalker-creep-scandal-4776035/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/09/25/did-i-or-didn-t-i-have-sex-4776031/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2008-09-25:/2008/09/25/did-i-or-didn-t-i-have-sex-4776031/Thu, 25 Sep 2008 02:03:43 +0200 <p>Ok, so here's the deal...This is going to be the shortest blog I have or (hopefully) will ever write. You see, I was stoned, I was also drunk, so I return to my room, and there is the most random person knocking at my door at about 2am. So I open, next thing I know he is offering me a pill...I took the pill after he did the same....I wake up nest morning alone. Nothing was stolen, nothing was broken, I wasn't missing an organ, and I had no puncture wounds on my skin. However, there was a used condom on my floor. Did I have sex? I'm not too sure... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/09/25/did-i-or-didn-t-i-have-sex-4776031/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifemysterysexhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/09/25/did-i-or-didn-t-i-have-sex-4776031/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/londongay3c3662bcb661d6de679c636744c66b62stalker1f8c1beec70908b0ba5409819a7d1c26-4632379/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2008-08-24:/2008/08/24/londongay3c3662bcb661d6de679c636744c66b62stalker1f8c1beec70908b0ba5409819a7d1c26-4632379/Sun, 24 Aug 2008 22:47:13 +0200 <p>Ok, so here's the deal...I was in London again, and I decided to get some random sex, so as usual I went to this amazing bathhouse i go to a lot, the usual happened, where since I didnt go at the popular time there were few hot ones and a good amount of fat "sugadaddies"...iew. So I was eye fucked ever since I got in my towel, there was this really hot guy posing beside a private prison cell thingi who was giving me bright light signal of the "I-want-your-cock-and-ass" nature, so I gave him the "cheeky-monkey smile", but that twat decided that he was gonna play hard to get, so naturally my ego was like "WTF??! Who does he think he is" so to vex him i decided that I was gonna do my charity fuck that day (for the straight readers, a charity fuck is when you do someone fat or ugly for good karma, it makes them feel good and makes you feel like you did your charity for the year) Now I usually do four charity fucks a year (the average homostandard is one, and is in pride week), so I picked this older man, white hair and with a bit of a belly, I was like whatever, just do it.</p> <p>I was in one of the prison cell thingis and he was at another, and there were like bars separating us, all kinky and delightful etc etc. So the old dude sticks is hand in and I give him my cock which he fondles (I seriously felt molested, but I sucked it up--cant be good for my hed now that I think of it). So he puts his cock through the bars, and I proceed to satisfy him orally (Im good, I know its arrogant to say so, but its true, I havent met anyone thats better than me yet). The old man (code name Santa) breaks the sacred code of silence in bathhouses and asks if he can come to me, I'm like whatever so I nod to hm (I should have taken the breach of etiquette as foreshadowing) so he comes in and Santa like proceeds to hug me, I was like WTF (In my head of course) but I let him, like whatever turns him on. Santa then comes!!! HE CAME!! I just touched him!! I was like whatever, maybe this happens when your older. So he like steers me out of the prison cell thingi and into a private floor bed thingi (I loved how Mr. Hard to Get was looking at me with a shocked and frustrated expression...I hope he got blue balls)</p> <p>So I lay on the floor, and he is near me (very old men have very sagging balls), so I wanted to do my magic on him, take him around the world etc etc...So I put my head between his legs and proceeded to suckle skillfully, in like a fraction of a second he came again!! and got my head away from him, and brought me closer (Now I was refusing to kiss him, that was just nasty so I kept giving him my neck), I was confused by then, so I put my hand to his package to wank him, and he came again!!! He then said: "No, dont, just lie down on me"...Ok, this is where any sane person would have run away!!! I was like (in stupid liberal logic): "Ok, maybe this is some new fetish you didnt discover yet, just play along with it, you could learn something" he then put my head on his shoulder and started to pet me and say "there there, you are safe now, shhhh, you are safe" HE WAS TREATING ME LIKE A BABY!! and I was just lying on him with my head freaking out!!! So I tried to put my dick between his thighs, I thought maybe he was a bottom (he had a massive 10 incher btw), he said no, and then he said: Yes, you want to make passionate latin love, but no, this is Amore, I will teach you Amore (pronounced Amoray), my mind automatically snapped and said to me: if he gets too freaky knee him in the naked sagging nuts!</p> <p>He then started stroking my hair, and whispered to me: You are like poetry, your lips are painted by the brushes of the gods, your eyes are wells of mystery, my silent lover, such perfect lips, such perfect eyes, such a strong nose, the face of a god, my david (I WAS FLIPPING OUT HARDCORE, but still morbidly curious) So I made to leave, and he grabs me, and slams me to the padded floor, and then lays down on me!! I felt like crying, I was like: "I don't want to get strangled again" (long story) so he cuddles on me like a baby, and starts suckling his thumbs and making these queer baby noises and then he said: "hold me" so out of a strange curiosity to what this freak was going at, I did that, after forever, he sighed deeply and sat between my thighs, and starting dry fucking my thighs. He suddenly stopped and looked at me and sighed, and his face had this strange covetous expression, like that of a childless parent staring at an orphaned baby. He then sighed again and started barking!! THE FREAK BARKED AT ME!! Like a small dog bark!! I was looking at him wide eyed and for the first time in my life lost my wood, I swear I thought I was getting stabbed. He then asked me in a really soft voice what I did, and I said I was a student, out of curiosity I asked what he did (I expected an english professor or something, because he had a very cultured accent) he answered that he just traveled around...HE WAS A TRAMP!!! A CULTURED TRAMP THAT BARKED!!! (At this point I hated myself for my curiosity and started planning my escape).</p> <p>After another moment of sweet talking and fondling, he sat up again smiling, started barking, and really suddenly jabbed his hands under my armpits!! (IT HURTS BTW!!) so I kneed him in the nuts and I ran out screaming HES A FREAK!! two circuit fairies went to check him out. Now I was so traumatized that I went straight to the bar and ordered a double vodka, a second freak was sitting in front of me and started to eye fuck me, then flashed his jewels and started playing with his balls, I seriously felt like crying, my body just fet so invaded, as if all they wanted was too eat me up, I hated it, it was as if I didnt even own myself. So I just ran off to the shower, and the barking tramp followed me there!!! He stood there licking his lips and playing with his cock while I showered!! The two fairies (if you by any chance read this, thank you!!) started talking to him and questioning him so I ran away to the lockers. Now I was dressing in a hurry, but while still drying this fat guy comes up to me (must be in his 40's) he was such a fucking predator! He just invited himself to play with my cock!!! He was like: "Whoever did this circumcision is an artist" so wanting to scare him away I said: "Yah, he fucked me when I was seven" HE JUST LICKED HIS LIPS!!! I now was so frustrated I felt like crying!! so he dropped to his knees and started to suck me!! I just wanted to leave, so I said: "listen I really have to leave, I'm late, I'm so sorry" so he looks at me and stands up still playing with my cock, and he says: "Listen, I am very rich, and I am very connected, why dont you come to my town house" so I just answered "sorry, Im very late" he answers: let me buy you all the pretty things you ever wanted" (ok, now I got pissed off and my pride was hurt) so I answered him while putting on my very expensive designer clothes (to his pure shock): "listen you arrogant fuck, I dont give a shit the money you have, I can most likely buy you over a million times, if I wanted I will invite you to one of my two center of town duplex apartments or to my estate at the outskirts of the city" I swear I saw the read creep up his face, so this slick I dont know what just started mumbling, I went to the mirror, sorted out my hair and walked out. IT FELT FUCKING GOOD!!! </p> <p>Ok, by know I was getting over the shock of the barking tramp, but a block away from the bathhouse, he comes running out dressed in surprisingly good clothes and starts following me slowly. I said to myself: thats it, I'm getting stabbed today, I can already see the headlines: Son of X stabbed in the streets by vexed older homosexual lover Mr. Supertramp. Naturally I wanted to loose him, so I got into a can and paid the driver too much to drive around the block a few times and take me to the tube station, so I got off at waterloo and he was there!! SUPERTRAMP WAS THERE!! so I ran into the first tube and got lost in the crowded compartment, I got out at a random station and took another one to Oxford Circus. I thought I was safe, when behind me I see Santa's head!!! So I lost it and I ran, I ran as fast as I could, and I went to theses random cops I saw walking, and I flipped out, I screamed that there was a freak following me for two tube stations and that I thought he wanted to hurt me!! I pointed him out and they went to speak to him, I followed. Santa was like: "He is my lover, he swear his love to me, we are one now, I will not leave my dear lover, my david" SANTA WAS FUCKING PSYCHO!! My face dropped and I have no idea what verbal diarrhea I told the cops through me tears of frustration. I think they felt sorry for me, so I just asked if they could just hold him back while I disappear, and I was surprised that they agreed (I must have looked like an emotional wreck). So I took a cab to the nearest tub station, took the tube to the end of the line, and then took another taxi to the estate. I was never more relieved!! </p> <p>I the took a vow of celibacy until I move to my next location. (in a few days) It has been 3 weeks, and I still dont have that eating need to get laid, I think Santa traumatized me, I might get a psychologist. In the coming days I will post the interesting stories that happened before this incident. Word of advice: Keep charity fucks to the minimal, ALWAYS trust your instincts, and DONT EVER trust your curiosity when exploring an unheard off sexual fetish!! I hope all my readers enjoyed this recollection, and are amused by my trauma, no offense, but i will try to not have to write something this similar in the future!! (finger crossed) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/londongay3c3662bcb661d6de679c636744c66b62stalker1f8c1beec70908b0ba5409819a7d1c26-4632379/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>omfglifecreeppolicenewssurrealfreakstalkersexescapesantatrampgayhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/08/24/londongay3c3662bcb661d6de679c636744c66b62stalker1f8c1beec70908b0ba5409819a7d1c26-4632379/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/02/18/sex_the_glorious_hunt~3744936/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2008-02-18:/2008/02/18/sex_the_glorious_hunt~3744936/Mon, 18 Feb 2008 14:59:55 +0100 <p>Ok, so here's the deal...I am sick and tiered of weak people, seriously, don't you guys just hate people that are so weak they slug around life with their heads low mumbling their word...Grow a freaking spine for fucks sake! I have to admit that when I see those people, no matter how nice they are, I get a kind of instinctive loathing boiling in me, I feel... predatorial. It's like I see this weak creature injured and unfit for life, and my ears just prick up, and my eyes glow, next thing I know I am going for the kill, I cant even control myself...I have to go to those people and just destroy their emotional state...There is a girl a know in my group, and she must be the weakest thing I ever saw in all my life...she is so nice though, just a little angel, but I couldn't help it, when I saw here there in the full Glory of her weakness, I pounced; I gave myself a challenge of making her commit suicide, and all I allowed myself to do was talk nicely and laugh, no swearing, no shouting, and no insulting. it was good. I drove her to the verge of suicide, so that she started crying for no reason, she would panic every time she saw me, and whenever I laughed she would jump trembling. That girl developed spinal problems relating to nerves, and was prescribed epileptic pills that destroyed her health. On the day I was going to push her over the edge, a very good friend of mine came up to me and talked me out of it. it's just so tempting to continue...What pleased me though, was that I did not feel an ounce of remorse or guilt, seeing her destroyed pleased me, in fact it elated me, I never knew I was that sadistic, and I bloody well enjoyed it...I wonder if I am classifiably a psychopath?  I must admit though, that on a sexual level the only people that excite me sexual are those with attitude, with a strong and imposing personality, confident, goal driven, outgoing solid people. That is where the hunt comes in, Iove it when you are sitting down and you see some guy that turns you on, and he turns out to by a fellow predator, and the two of you have a mind game of manipulation and mystery, so that by the end of the night, the two of you have wild passionate fucking...not sex; fucking, no making love bullshit. I love hot, rough and dirty, full of emotion, hate, love, passion! It's what makes us alive, what makes us human! I guess that's why I dont like weak people; they are an abomination to life, so passive, so submissive, a disgrace to our origin! After reading this, those of you that are weak, do you understand the beauty of being predatorial? Do you understand the pleasure of the hunt? The pleasure of being spontaneous, adventurous, wild, untamed, unique and self speaking! Or am I the only one like this? Am I a case that needs to be treated or locked up? What do you think? <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/02/18/sex_the_glorious_hunt~3744936/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>suicideartsexgameslifemindhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/02/18/sex_the_glorious_hunt~3744936/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/01/16/vintage_flirting_hotel_sex~3586745/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2008-01-16:/2008/01/16/vintage_flirting_hotel_sex~3586745/Wed, 16 Jan 2008 18:38:20 +0100 <p>Ok, here's the deal,<br> It has been a long time since I last wrote here, I guess it's because I just can't seem to be finding enough time. This has been a very eventful Christmas break, unfortunately not as sexual as I would have hoped...one event though was worth noting...Now I was in my hotel room in Sâo Paulo a day before I was to go to St Moritz when I decided that I couldn't possibly live with myself if I didn't have a last day fuck, so I went down to the terrace for a light cruising. I sat at the poolside enjoying a nice dry martini when I see the hottest perfectly tan little tourist, naturally I couldn't let that opportunity just pass by without anything...</p> <p>--</p> <p>So after some hardcore eye flirting I see that hunk walk towards me, swaggering in his steps, trying to act all cool, he had a cigarette in his mouth and asked me if I had a light. I smiled at him very suggestively and took his cigarette making sure I stroked his hand in the process. Instead of using my lighter, I just used my lit cigarette to light his puffing the smoke at his face and licking my lips slowly as I looked him in the eye. I then asked him if he would like a drink, he did and sat down near me. I knew I was only there for the hunt so I played the super cool mysterious game with him. He melted...</p> <p>--</p> <p>So much for his cool swagger; soon enough he was jumpy like a fucking school girl, disappointing I must say. So after I had enough of the conversation I bluntly tell him, "listen enough flirting, come to my room and lets fuck" his tan could not hide the color he just flushed. So now we are in the elevator playing with each others tonsils on our way to the sixth floor. Some old men walked in on the third floor, we just ignored them and continued hydrating our palettes, it was hilarious! I never saw old--probably ex-military and republican voting--men so scared in my life, they actually pressed the fifth floor button and walked out! </p> <p>--</p> <p>With great difficulty we managed to open my bedroom door, he did something shockingly pleasant! He took control and threw me on he bed, slowly he took of my pants and climbed on me, there we wrestled for a while, it was amazingly passionate! finally pinned to the bed by my wrists I gave in to him and he fucked till latter that night...by the end I was saying to myself that I most definitely needed some foundation to hide all the marks and bruises! We ended the night with a nice bottle of chilled Dom Perignon in the bathtub enjoying our cigarettes and alcohol, we had calmer sex latter before we fell asleep, I had to wake up at 4am so I wrote on his chest "gone to the slopes, it has been a pleasure...XXX"</p> <p>--</p> <p>When I was taking my bags out he must have woken up, because he came to me and said "Where are you going" I answered smiling "The winds changed, its time to move to their direction" (Remembering Marry Poppins)--he then gave me the opportunity to do a fantasy I've had for a long, its saying a quote from casablanca, he asked me for my number so I said "I dont have my number memorized, its in the phone book tough" so he asks me for my name and I answer "Thats also in the phone book" so I walk away from him and he stays there just staring at me. I just smile to myself and put a cigarette in my mouth, not looking back once. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/01/16/vintage_flirting_hotel_sex~3586745/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>travelsexflirthttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2008/01/16/vintage_flirting_hotel_sex~3586745/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/experiment~3110689/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-10-09:/2007/10/09/experiment~3110689/Tue, 09 Oct 2007 21:13:21 +0200 <p>Please Tell me What you Guys Think of this in terms of Emotional Manipulation:</p> <p>XXX</p> <p>Feel, feel the warmth, that slow warmth as it builds from the ends of your fingers until it rests in your chest. Feel. Feel the comfort when you lay on your bed, after an exhausting day, and you feel the softness of your mattress seductively feeling the curves of your body, when you smile for no apparent reason, because that sensation is just too pure for you too feel normally. Feel. Feel the red and orange, the golden whispering of a sunny day with a light breeze, when you walk and the scentless smell of air is sweet and sensual, so that when you breathe you deliberately take deep breathes, and you close your eyes, enjoying a calm ecstasy, a harmonizing of the being, so perfect that it takes over your sense of reality and fills your chests with a calm and rare bubbling, a stream gently pouring down the golden sands with life; a desire to laugh an orange golden boom, a jubilee of merriment. Feel. Feel the perfection of laughter, the lightening of your mood, the joy you feel, the speeding of time—the orange yellow red and golden, soft as autumn but warm as summer. </p> <p>Feel, feel the dark and crippling night crawl before the suns slow death ripping the warmth with a dropped frigid breathlessness, a chocking struggling torturous tormenting timeless struggle to breathe—Feel the dark blue black purple blue black purple dark. Feel anger shoot up ripping control and wiring a tooth grinding spasm of writhing anguish, blue and black with scratches of silver deep and dragging, a vacuum with no end pit-less mouth-less tube constricting, blue black deep dark purple black and dirty deep and sudden. Feel the anger rises from your pit your innards and implodes on itself sending shards of shrapnel slashing through your making, crawling, creeping to your throat, screaming, your face twinges rigid stiff and cold, chilling, teasing taunting tempered timeless, enveloping your speech with a pungent raking and awe inspiring cold metallic blue and silver steel, tin and iron tapered faulty twisted tavern of tantalizing disgust. Feel. Feel as you move jagged, ragged abrupt and pulsing with venom vile and villainous, blood sight murderous black. Feel your eyes wide and hot blooded reeling with repulsion and propelled with pitiless hate. Feel the blue and black corrupted with a jab of silver metal cold and shinning void and frozen, deep, a void plain and dead in mourning drabs and rigid. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/experiment~3110689/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>entertainmentmanipulationgameslifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/10/09/experiment~3110689/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/10/07/o_no_i_do_him_again~3098172/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-10-07:/2007/10/07/o_no_i_do_him_again~3098172/Sun, 07 Oct 2007 15:29:04 +0200 <p>Ok, here's the deal, remember the guy I did in the construction yard, well I was staying at a friend's estate for a little soirée, and I find that he was staying there to, whatever I act normal, we talk normal all is good and "normal", there is a nice evening with a lot of laughter, a lot of poppers and a lot of alcohol (Its evil I tell you, but I just love it) so he invites me to his room for an after party, at first I didn't want to go (I didn't want to sleep with him) but then he tells me "I don't want to sleep alone tonight" so I go to his room, we are all drinking wine and doing more poppers, when the friend leaves after saying goodnight. I start talking to "him" alone and he explains how he was a virgin and wanted to be fucked up the ass (for a drunk nymphomaniac--BINGO!). He then asks me (because I was acting dumb) "Do you want to fuck me?" I answer easily and casually "sure, I don't mind".</p> <p>XXX</p> <p>Next thing I know the two of us are making out and getting naked and having sex...again. He wasn't very good, and I got minimal pleasure, but we cuddled later after the sex and I was trying to sleep when he starts snoring!! I was like NOOOOOO! So I wake him and say "Listen, I'm going back to my room, I return and fall asleep again, doing what I told myself I would never do again...twice. I have a feeling that we will be fucking again though, whatever, I don't mind having another fuckbud, its just that the first time he fucked me over, the second time he was ok, and now I will still see how that ever so confused twink reacts, I just have to build up my immunity against twinks, I will be finding myself a nice hunk. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/10/07/o_no_i_do_him_again~3098172/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>alcoholsexpartylifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/10/07/o_no_i_do_him_again~3098172/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/30/construction_site_gay_sex~3061731/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-09-30:/2007/09/30/construction_site_gay_sex~3061731/Sun, 30 Sep 2007 12:10:54 +0200 <p>Ok, here's the deal; Alcohol...Alcohol...Alcohol...Evil Alcohol...Bad...Evil...Irresistible...Why me?!! Ok to understand the situation fully, you will have to understand the past, there was this guy that is part of the circles I hang around, only I didn't know him that well. So one day I was laying in a day bed watching a movie after a party (I was insomniac) and he comes in and starts watching, only he sits n the ground near me. At one point he says its too cold and invites himself on the day bed with me and comes under my blanket. One thing leads to another and he are making out, then barabim baraboom. he gets all weird about it and claims he was straight and just creates overall drama. I cant stand drama so I list him on my hate list. That was the end of it all.</p> <p>XXX</p> <p>Yesterday however was another party, and we are both there dancing and all completely intoxicated, he says to me "I want to talk to you", I say sure, so I am following him, in the way out a close friend of mine see's us and tries to stop me (he knew the earlier story), but he didn want to make it obvious. So we go to talk, he tells me how he was bi and stuff like that, I was like whatever. so we start walking and we end up in a construction yard in a half finished building, and we do it. I was like NOOOO! Now I will not approach him until he does so first, I do not want any drama, so I will leave it to him. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/30/construction_site_gay_sex~3061731/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexalcoholpartylifemistakehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/30/construction_site_gay_sex~3061731/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/the_nymphs_nightmare~3033566/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-09-24:/2007/09/24/the_nymphs_nightmare~3033566/Mon, 24 Sep 2007 19:38:15 +0200 <p>Ok, here’s the deal. I think I’m sick of anonymous sex. This is disgusting, me out of all people (If you knew me you would understand), I am growing a soul?! Since when?!! This can’t be happening to me…I don’t want people to know I have a heart (No matter how small and shriveled)! I find myself at night thinking about love, and the possibilities of a boyfriend…</p> <p>I’m a capitalist for Gods sake!! I can’t “have emotions” this is a disaster, it will destroy my life as I know it!! Love is a position of weakness, it is at a state of lowered guarded, with no control and no inhibitions, that’s not me!! I’m a manipulative controlling son of a bitch! Help people, what should I do to get rid of these “emotions”?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/the_nymphs_nightmare~3033566/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifeemergencyloveproblemhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/the_nymphs_nightmare~3033566/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/sex_on_the_yacht~3031381/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-09-24:/2007/09/24/sex_on_the_yacht~3031381/Mon, 24 Sep 2007 12:32:51 +0200 <p>OK, so here's the deal, first I would like to apologize for not writing in so long, but as you know the social seaso started babies! To the point: at the start of september I went yachting with a few family friends, and there was a formal party going on at one guy from our social groups yacht . So there I was all dressed formally and prettied out, ready for so e boring chit chat and a lot of champagne. The day went as expected, lots of boredom and lots of empty talk and gossip. So I as sitting on my table with a group of people I know when i spot the hottest waiter ever, he had medium length hair and a small beard, he was tall and very broad, he looked like those guys they have drown in cliché romance novels. I was drooling! </p> <p>So I play the coy game (my gaydar already picked him up as a fellow fairy), i started with the eye games, I decided on the classical seduction; the drop gaze--lift intense, smile routine, and it worked like a charm, next thing I know him and I are walking to the staff quarters, where after dutifully locking the door he was on the desk and I was on my knees using my oral skills at their max. Now I wanted him to give me a little gift (If you know what I mean) but lets just say his generosity was way too large for my reception (hehehe), so instead I gave him my gift, which if I may say so he took like a man. He had amazing oral skills, we both learned a lot orally that day.</p> <p>In the end when all was done, and my clothes were back on, we dispersed, he did want to give my his number (on a small sheet of paper) but I just walked on slowly, stopped at the door, looked back at him smiling and said "Darling if you give it to me I'm afraid I will loose it" to which I laughed gently and walked on without looking back, I LOVED it! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/sex_on_the_yacht~3031381/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexlifetravelleisurehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/09/24/sex_on_the_yacht~3031381/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/08/26/summer_gay_sex_fling~2870769/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-08-26:/2007/08/26/summer_gay_sex_fling~2870769/Sun, 26 Aug 2007 02:43:17 +0200 <p> Ok, here's the deal; this summer at the start was frustratingly celibate. At one point I got so sexually frustrated that I thought I was going straight! (I laugh now, but then the though of loosing my precious homosexuality was horribly frightful) So I decided to do what I have never done before, and use the internet to find sex. So I went online and I started a profile at <a href="http://www.gay.com">www.gay.com</a> (I know what a cliché...But I was desperate!) So after two days of browsing possibilities, I started to contact, and one turned out very promising. So naturally we set up a date, and we went on it.</p> <p>XXXX</p> <p>I was more than a little relieved that when the possibility of a male rose the thought of a female body once again filled me with repulsion (No offense ladies). The date started out awkward, he wasn't the type of guy I would normally hookup with r even show interest in; he was too short, too thin, and too effeminate. I actually had to check his ID because he looked too young for me (and I am just 18!) but he turned out to actually be a few months older than me (He was the youngest guy I was ever with). The "date" went well, we talked a lot, for about seven hours (quite an investment from me I must say, but the desperation I was feeling allowed me to extend the stalking period of the hunt). I was very seductive, in fact I never had to call upon that much seduction before, but it was working, I could tell from his body language. At the end of the date I made a hint that I wanted to kiss him, but the little twink actually refused it--subtly of-course. Now this is the first time (and I am not bragging) that I have been refused! That triggered something in me, a sort of competitive aggression, and now I wanted his twinky ass even more (excuse my french). So we agreed on a second date at a private beach for the next day. Now this is all and good except when I went home, and talked this through with a few friends, I felt that I was falling in love! (if you knew me you would gasp with astonishment; I DO NOT "fall in love", in fact I am aggressively anti-love)).</p> <p>XXXX</p> <p>At the beach, I notched it up a serious level, I used ALL of my power of seduction, pure and undiluted! (Again if you knew me, you will understand how dangerous this is, trust me when I say, I know seduction) Now this twink is a strange twink. There is something messed up in his head, but nonetheless I still wanted him to bang me hard (I was feeling passive those days..Don't ask :$). When I saw that he was falling for my tricks fast I realized (with a sigh of relief. hehehe) that the "love" I thought I was "falling in" was purely an elevated state of competitiveness mixed with an elevated state of lust and an elevated state of frustration. Anyway, at the start f our "second date" he saw my seduction and (with a gulp and hesitation) the little twink said that I'm not even going to get a kiss from him that day (LOL) ten minutes latter (and here I allow myself to brag and feel proud) I had his tongue in my mouth (Step one successful). Now he must have sense something in me, because he became more distant and more reluctant, so I sat down under the sun, him near me (but further than before) and I did what I thought was impossible: I doubled my maximum capacity of seduction (I noticed pre-cum on his swimming trunks after I started the "God Seduction", and that without touching him physically. hehehe)</p> <p>XXXX</p> <p>Ten minutes latter we are making out naked. Again this made him even more distant and reluctant. Now during the making out we were holding each other tight, at which point he said "I want to be n your arms forever" (WTF?! I was like WHOA NILLY! Chill super twink (internally of-course) just like straight guys gay guys also don't like the whole too strong thing--I guess its a male thing) At this point the little twink, who I dubbed the "little faggot" was starting to seriously get on my nerves with his holier than thou prudence. So I swore to myself that by the end of this day I would be on my knees with his cock in my mouth...BTW! How UNMALE is it for him to actually resist receiving a blow-job?! Seriously! Thus the name "the little faggot" no offense to my fellow homosexuals (and no straight people still cant use it, its like how people of African decent may call each other the "N-word") He soon became even more distant and more reluctant, but I persevered and After ten more minutes of his resistance and my seduction I was on my knees and giving him the suck of his life. At this point I realized that he was a virgin! (LOL) it became very clear when he did the cliché virgin fau-pas of quoting porno's. He literally said (while I was performing my very skillful oral obligations) "You like that don't you? Suck it! Yah! You like that?" I barely stopped myself from laughing, it was ridiculous seeing a boney little twink over-stimulated with porn trying to act suave! (I think I might have giggle if his cock wasn't so dutifully filling my oral cavity) So a disappointing five minutes latter he released the great floods (And I mean great...I think his testicles might have visibly shrunk after he released) When dropping him off, I laughed out loud for no reason, and he asked me what's wrong. I said: Well you old me that I wouldn't have control today, and that You wouldn't be just a notch on my records, but in the end, I was in complete control, and you did become just a notch, because just as I told you, I only wanted sex (I know I'm such an asshole--All the hetro guys are cheering now, and the women are tutting, but in my defense he was SO irritating, especially when he pretended to be in control). All he said in return was "Stop it" to which I replied by smiling and putting my ipod on full blast, complete destroying (purposefully) any chance of conversation. Latter on that day, I blocked his contacts on msn, and I changed his name on the phone to "Do Not Ans This Number" (A little trick many of you will be copying I'm sure) Anyway, I hope there are lessons to may of you here, and hints to many more. Unfortunately that was my only summer conquest yet. Cheers. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/08/26/summer_gay_sex_fling~2870769/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexphilosophylovemanipulationgamesentertainmentseductioncomedyhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/08/26/summer_gay_sex_fling~2870769/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/gay_sex_strikes_back~2462050/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-06-16:/2007/06/16/gay_sex_strikes_back~2462050/Sat, 16 Jun 2007 09:14:15 +0200 <p>Ok, here's the deal, for those of you that have been following my sexual escapades, i must say you will all laugh at this, perhaps as hard as i have laughed when I found out. So about 12/14 days after I had the latest encounter at the gay sauna, my ass started to painfully ich, and when i used the toilet I actually bled! I thought it must be a case of hemrhoids, but when the pain became to big I went to get it checked....I HAD RECTAL GHONORREA! I was like WTF??!!! I still cant believe I have a damn STD!! People learn from my mistake and use condoms, trust me it is a VERY annoying disease! especially when you are supposed to be basking in Mykonos...*sigh* </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/gay_sex_strikes_back~2462050/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/16/gay_sex_strikes_back~2462050/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/07/i_return_for_sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2412103/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-06-07:/2007/06/07/i_return_for_sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2412103/Thu, 07 Jun 2007 17:46:20 +0200 <p>Ok, here’s the deal, so I got over sexed up again, and I decide to go to the gay sauna another time, I head to Waterloo and there I prepare for some kinky time, I get into the sauna as usual, whatever, I get undressed and put a towel around my waist. I go in and straight for the maze.</p> <p> On my way there I see this uber hot Chinese guy and I give him eye contact but he doesn’t respond to me, so I try a few other times he responds but doesn’t approach me, so I get fed up, and this guy comes unlocks this little room and tells me to get in with his head, I enter. We start having sex, he gives me head, I give him whatever, in the end I end up being upside down with my legs on the ceiling and he is there blowing me, it was a really strange position. I liked it, so we have sex , and that’s over, I step out and I find a groupi going on, and being the pervert that I am I join, nice kinky time, whatever. So after that I want to shower, and I go there, only I find this Brazilian guy giving head to this other guy in the showers dressing room, I go hmmmm for a while, but then I say whatever I just had my fill, so I shower, and that Brazilian comes up to me and I don’t back away so he starts blowing me, next thing I know this Japanese guy comes from behind and I invite him, next thing I know there is a threesome going on, I liked, but I must admit I was a little bored. The hot Chinese guy then shows up and starts watching! But, he didn’t join… *sighs*</p> <p>I must admit that at one point the Brazilian was making out with me, and he was all passionate and into it, closing his eyes, when I just looked past him into the Chinese guys eyes and rolled my eyes. There was a negative side affect though, I felt SO cheap. I didn’t like how cheap I felt, basically I gave my body for two guys to do with whatever they pleased while I went on with my shower… Not a good feeling.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/07/i_return_for_sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2412103/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/07/i_return_for_sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2412103/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/the_sea_of_triangles_sex_adicts_poem~2405869/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-06-06:/2007/06/06/the_sea_of_triangles_sex_adicts_poem~2405869/Wed, 06 Jun 2007 17:44:32 +0200 <p>The Sea of Triangles</p> <p>The water parts showing curved edges.<br> I am in the sea of triangles,<br> Under the moon its guarding gun,<br> It’s filled with grace and loving warmth:<br> A sleeping crescent proud of passion.<br> It’s silver light turns water pink—</p> <p>Shinning light so bright it’s blinding,<br> To us, however a soothing charm.<br> The sea in its full, vast grandeur<br> Holds me dear in the dark of night.<br> Were eyes are weak but hearts have hunger,<br> For the comfort of that camouflage.</p> <p>I feel the water touch my legs,<br> My thighs, my hands, my arms, my life;<br> That salty breeze that sighs surrender:<br> Whispering I am the seas sublime.</p> <p>The starts, the planets, round with laughter<br> Shine down to mouth out their concern.<br> How can we toy with such twisted tenders?<br> They preach with pompous, prudent pride.<br> They say the sea should not surrender,<br> And I, a man should not delight.</p> <p>None of them though control their orbits,<br> And none of them can sway their lights.<br> Should I a man in love just flounder?<br> Just leave this salt with which I survive?<br> And so I wait; my patience carnage,<br> For the moon to hide me from their sights.</p> <p>And then I dive, my heart wells with wonder,<br> As sea and me become as one.<br> I hear its waves roaring its rapture,<br> In that triangle I choose to drown.</p> <p>Tell me what u think it means..</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/the_sea_of_triangles_sex_adicts_poem~2405869/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/the_sea_of_triangles_sex_adicts_poem~2405869/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/the_sex_addict_thinks_again~2363564/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-30:/2007/05/30/the_sex_addict_thinks_again~2363564/Wed, 30 May 2007 20:45:26 +0200 <p>I’ve been thinking lately about truth, and I realized that truth is very uncertain, for how can we claim to know what we know when we don’t know it? I’m sorry if this entry isn’t as entertaining as the other entries I have posted but I feel like a little philosophy today, lest you all think that I’m just an oversexed rich kid rebelling from his catholic upbringing. The truth is, how do you all know that what I write is the truth? For all you know it’s all a lie, I could be a working class kid living in a trailer somewhere in Texas, never even been to Europe, how do I know who I am, in the end a good liar falls into a great trap, where the person successfully lies to himself. My friends they don’t really know me, for all they know I could be lying about my sex life, none of them actually saw me having sex, I could be lying about my sexuality, no one of them has ever seen me with another guy, all the have is my word of mouth. For all I know I could be straight! Maybe I am lying to myself about my sexuality, how would I ever know the truth? And even if I do know the truth, how do I know if that truth is true? The more we complicate ourselves the harder it is to remember who we really are.</p> <p>I don’t like where my thoughts took me today, they’ve confused me, and they’ve also revealed to me that the stability I’ve created for myself is very fragile, and in blunt terms, it is an illusion. That’s really interesting; I feel this strange coldness I get inside every time my awareness is expanded. It’s like a detachment; I’m not sure how to classify it, its like steel in a way, I don’t feel very human inside, I find no emotions, and yet it doesn’t distress me, in a way it comforts me I find it soothing and almost magical, trance like in a way. I’ve babbled enough now, sorry this entry is somber, but I am left wide eyed in thought.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/the_sex_addict_thinks_again~2363564/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>philosophylifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/the_sex_addict_thinks_again~2363564/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/sexual_frustration~2355966/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-29:/2007/05/29/sexual_frustration~2355966/Tue, 29 May 2007 18:10:55 +0200 <p>Ok, here's the deal, it has been eleven days since I last had sex, and I reached the frustrated phase…I think I’m a sex addict, I mean I am only 18 and I’ve had more sexual experiences (from the bizarre to the delicious) then most adults did, I wonder why though? Every time I try to analyze myself I end up just brushing it off, so I will attempt to do it in writing so there is no running away from it. </p> <p>Here is goes: Why the sex? Why is it necessary? Why do I get depressed if I don’t have it for so long? Why is it I can turn anything sexual? Its probably I form of rebellion from my family, the thing I’m not one of those Goth wannabe Emo’s. I am a normal happy kid that likes a good fuck now and then. As you can see I don’t consider myself an adult, I am only 18 I know I am still a kid, and that I still have a lot of emotional and intellectual growth to do. </p> <p>My parents are strong catholics, and both of them are hypocrites to their religions, my mother to a lesser extent. M father on the other had goes to Cannes where he enjoys girlfriends and call girls, while my mother is narcissistic, thinking that she is deserving, and has a greater destiny, and the she is “special” and she is perfect in everything, from beauty to dance to intelligence, while in reality she isn’t, it amuses me seeing her trying to play with my head, I play along to make her happy, after all I’m all she’s got. I wonder if it is my family life that drove me to homosexuality, if it is then THANK GOD (I know, how ironic) that I’m gay, I laugh sometimes when I think what would my father, a conservative catholic billionaire do if he finds out his son is a liberal atheist homosexual that wants to live life crazy and die young! I think 50 or 60 is old enough for me, I wouldn’t want to be dependant. OMG! Even in writing I’ve managed to steer away from the analysis I was supposed to do!! LOL…respect (btw I think I narcissistic to).</p> <p>I guess the sexuality is my little world, the orgies, the kinkiness, everything, I guess it’s a little world I’ve created, and the thing I enjoy most about sex is the physical contact, the intimacy, in my lifestyle parents and family members are cold, I was raised by a series of governesses, my mother busy entertaining, and my father in business and in Cannes with his many women (I am not resentful, I know that it is our lifestyle, and I am far from being the only one, I am not part of it, I have my own world, so what they do doesn’t affect my emotionally). I think it is that coldness that led to me craving intimacy, and I fond it in its easiest form—sex.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/sexual_frustration~2355966/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexlifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/29/sexual_frustration~2355966/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/24/sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2328159/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-24:/2007/05/24/sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2328159/Thu, 24 May 2007 19:50:03 +0200 <p>So,here's the deal, I decided that I wanted some anonymous sex, so I went off to the pleasuredome in Waterloo, there I paid the fee, went into the changing room, got naked infront of 5 naked guys and went to tan for a few minutes. I wrapped the towel around my waste and went into the sauna. I ended up in this room with a hot tub, in which were sevral naked guys, one just stepped out and was hung..grrr btw. </p> <p>I decided that I wanted to sweat a bit, for added sexiness, you know, make my skin nice and salty. Grrr... LOL so I go there and pose infront of the door (which was glass, to my horror this older guy (to old like in his 50's) comes in and sits under me, where he puts his head under my towel and basically looks at my cock, which disturbs me. I ignore him, and I am like, let the guy do his thing, as long as he doesnt touch, so this other guy comes in and he tries ti establish eye contact, I ignor him because he doesnt interest me, so when I am sweaty enough I just leave the place, and head to the "maze".</p> <p>It's basically a winding corridor, with rooms (more like closets) all around, I stand in the corridor, and I pose, I never felt so desired before!! So many guys tried to establish contact, but I had my eyes on this guy who had an amazing body! He smiled back to me but kept going in circle for some reason. So this hot guy comes up to me and I smile to him, he walks up, saying nothing and makesout with me grrr...I hold the position, sexing up my face, his hand is all over my ass now, and then he signals me to follow him, and we go to a room. There we have sex, the guy has such a HUGE cock! But I was good, at one point (When I was doing face down ass up position) he cock slaps my ass and balls!! I was like WTF (but not outloud) so I let freaky boy do his thing (whatever turns him on LOL) and I do my thing, he ends up swallowing my cum, it was a nice fuck altogether. </p> <p>After that I go to the showers, where I want to wash up (BTW after getting out of the room there were sooo many guys listening to our room! I was shocked when I came out) there I find a few guys, next thing I know we are all having shower sex!!!! Soon MANY guys join us, there must have been more that 20!! I looooved it! All and all it was nice, I depleated my sexual energy though! I want to do it again soon! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/24/sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2328159/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexhealthleisureentertainmenthttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/24/sex_at_the_gay_sauna~2328159/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/16/the_blowjob_dilemma~2281801/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-16:/2007/05/16/the_blowjob_dilemma~2281801/Wed, 16 May 2007 17:42:50 +0200 <p>Ok, here’s the deal now I was going through <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk">www.amazon.co.uk</a> when I came across a book called “Blow Him Away: How to Give Him Mind-Blowing Oral Sex”, ok so one of the claims of this “informative and helpful” book is that skill in sex comes “from practice”, that’s bullshit!!!! Ok, the first time I had sex I knew everything naturally from blowing to rimming. The book says it “doesn’t come naturally” bullshit! Ok its either you have that natural agility in bed or you don’t, there’s no “experience” LOL! It’s just a scam to help people with low self-esteem!! </p> <p>I remember the first time I had a cock in my mouth! As soon as it was in, my tongue knew what to do, and I knew exactly how to suck and where to suck. I also knew how to deep throat naturally, and I knew how to properly swallow, I tell you this is an insult, they think everyone is good at sex, it’s a skill! An art! Not some third degree “function”.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/16/the_blowjob_dilemma~2281801/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexlifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/16/the_blowjob_dilemma~2281801/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/15/the_gay_club_incident~2275585/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-15:/2007/05/15/the_gay_club_incident~2275585/Tue, 15 May 2007 18:07:32 +0200 <p>Ok, here's the deal, I am on holyday, but the friend I'm with cancels, so I am left alone, with a lot of designer club clothing and no one with me, so I decide to go alone. So I get dressed and I go to XXXXXXX i stand near the bar and I am browsing the surroundings, i order a certain sexy drink, and i drink it exuding sex, my only goal that night was sex. So i am there in the tacky décor, listening to cheesy music, when i make eye contact with this random guy, he comes up to me and we start talking. Whatever, i give him a fake age, and invite him to go dancing...HE COULDNT DANCE FOR SHIT! </p> <p>I admit that when it comes to "gay scene dancing" I am quite gifted so i did flirted dancing steps, and the guy literally mimicked me like i was playing fucking Simon says! Now i cringe, but i bare it in, because the guy is cute, and has a nice ass. We dance, whatever, at one point all we are doing is making out. we are having serious tongue action on the dance floor, he has his eyes closed and mine are open, so he puts his hand on my cock and he feels that its hard, i try to feel his and nothing, so naturally i am embarrassed, i must admit that I am oversexed.</p> <p>An hour later he asks if I wanted to go elsewhere. I said sure, and asked him if he knew anywhere private, he didn’t so i mentioned that my hotel is near by, he grins, and i get horny just thinking of the possibilities. So we arrive at the hotel, the concierge gives me a cheeky grin, i just smile and take him to the elevator, so we reached my floor, and i take him to the room, next thing i know he comes back from my bathroom having brushed his teeth, i lie on the bad and pull him on me, we are now making out, i have classic music playing, and my lights are dimmed. We take off our clothes whatever, my eyes are closed in pleasure, so i feel him take my cock in his mouth, i let him work me for a bit and then I decide that its my turn (he wasn’t particularly gifted). THE DUDE ISNT EVEN HUNG! So i am shocked now. I get on him and start licking down his body making my way to his cock, i take it in my mouth and use all the skill I have (Which is a lot) so he manages to get something close to a bonner, average size, good thickness. so i turn him over and start eating his ass, he looses his booner!! He eats my ass, still no bonner, while i am so hard its like metal! So he asks me if I want to penetrate him i say ok, he puts a condom on me and we start, He says he hasnt done it a lot, i see that he is unnaturally nervous, so i charm him to calm down, he asks me if it will hurt?! I say not if you relax, so i put in the head and he says no, its too painful, i dont fight, i take it out, then it hit me...HE WAS A GAY VIRGIN! HE NEVER HAD GAY SEX BEFORE!!!</p> <p>I keep trying to turn him on, i try everything literally, even sex in the bathtub, i see he pays attention to my feet, so I try to play footsie with his, nothing. I felt soooo inadequate, and he kept saying he was sorry!!! OMG!!! He literally asked me if it ever happened to me (Definitely not!) but I say yes to try and make him relax, no hope, i end up enjoying it all...Next morning i walk him out after a joint shower and a quick morning oral fuck. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY ME!!??!!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/15/the_gay_club_incident~2275585/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexlifeleisurehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/15/the_gay_club_incident~2275585/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/13/the_sex_shop~2260253/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-13:/2007/05/13/the_sex_shop~2260253/Sun, 13 May 2007 07:59:58 +0200 <p>Ok, here’s the deal, I went with a very good friend of mine to a sex shop, this isn’t the first time, but this time we took our time and look through a lot of the things available...Seriously, some of the stuff was just disturbing! There was like a giant dildo, seriously the cocks head must have been larger than a baby's! My friend saw it she was like: "Wow, that thing can't fit! Do some people actually use it??!" Overall it was funny, we went to the sex clothing part of the shop, it was very interesting, my friend wanted handcuffs for her boyfriend, but none of those available would fit for a guy. </p> <p>Now here's the sick bit, we went to the movies place, and we were browsing nicely, we went to the gay place, and started browsing, there were desperate house boys! LOL! and other rip-offs’ of famous movies and shows, it was funny, though my friend looked at the back on one of them and saw for the first time rimming!! LOL you should have seen her face!! So since i had extra loose change we decided to go watch a movie in those little booths. It was disgusting!! The two of us were in that little room that fits for one, watching weird porno! We laughed at it so much, I am sure in the future we will still remember this and laugh at it all, it was hilarious. I love that girl.</p> <p>Later on we got out of the shop, and we watched men picking up prostitutes, it was hilarious, at one point she walked around pretending to be a hooker, and I was pretending to be a guy that picked her up. We only stopped because we were scared some pimp would attack us for being on his "turf". LOL fun times, only with true friends can you have so much fun.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/13/the_sex_shop~2260253/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>shoppingsexentertainmentlifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/13/the_sex_shop~2260253/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/oral_stimulation_of_the_anus~2252538/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-11:/2007/05/11/oral_stimulation_of_the_anus~2252538/Fri, 11 May 2007 17:22:09 +0200 <p> I thought it was common knowledge in the hetrosexual community, but aparently not, it seems hetrosexual guys and girls dont know about rimming. Now I explained it to my hetrosexual friends (males) and they were all shocked, it seems they never expected to find out that gay guys put their tongues in each others anuses.</p> <p>I tried to explain that it was very pleasurable, and in fact it was one of the things I enjoyed a lot in sex, but it just wouldn't register in with them! The idea of putting their tongue in an ass, or have a tongue in their ass seemed very alien. Its very funny, I wonder if any of them would ever rim a girl, or get rimmed by a girl. They know are aware of the....black kiss... </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/oral_stimulation_of_the_anus~2252538/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>sexhttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/oral_stimulation_of_the_anus~2252538/#commentshttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/parents_contd~2252336/tag:whythefuck.blog.co.uk,2007-05-11:/2007/05/11/parents_contd~2252336/Fri, 11 May 2007 16:43:47 +0200 <p>Ok, this must be "the one" my father literaly told me to speak with a harsher voice, he said that my voice was to low, and not loud enough. Basically what he was saying is (Stop being a fucking fruit!) Now I am amuzed by this, what would he do if he ever found out I was realy gay?! LOL he would probably loose it!! I can never comeout to him, he wouldnt expect it, a little too rednecked for that!</p> <p>Besides that all has been good, I am getting laid soon enough. Those who know me know what I'm talking about. I am in a good mood today, I was walking around listening to U2's its a beautiful day, I know, how pathetic is that! Still I've had a good day today, I hope it contiues that way, though something in me tells me it wont. Again I could be just pesemistic. Bloging sucks, but for some reason I cant get myself to stop. Signing out, with you...Alias PinkPanther </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/parents_contd~2252336/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifehttp://whythefuck.blog.co.uk/2007/05/11/parents_contd~2252336/#comments