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2nd Financial Year 2009/2010

April 6th 2010
And a one and a two and a... 3rd Financial Year

March 27th 2010
Bon anniversaire a moi et le website de ayedog (roughly, give or take a few days).
I am now 33. That means I'm the same age backwards as forwards. How palindromic of me, how even-handed and see-saw-y of me. The website is now 2, which makes it a toddler constantly asking "Why? ...But why? ...But why?..." and all I can reply is "I don't know... really, I have no idea, go ask your mother, yes your mother, her over there, the bloke in the dress." Candles were blown.
It's with heavy heart and flaccid cock that I report the (current?) demise of the Xposeu website. In my techie-admin capacity this means there's a few dead links on this site now that I'll endeavor to sort out or signpost, but that's a little officious when faced with the removal of so much good natured cock as was on show at Xposeu. It's my hope that you can't keep a good exhibitionist covered up and down for long, that eventually he'll slip your grasp and slip off his trenchcoat and run amok with his meat flapping thru the streets. Xposeu had a lovely ethos, inclusive and friendly and free (yeah yeah, the whore extolling the virtues of 'free', oh the irony, what-fucking-ever blud). May it rise again, like a phoenix, or like some other thing, some part of the male body y'know, that grows, pops up again unexpectedly and resplendent and ready for action again, like one of those.

March 9th 2010
A documentation ennui has set in. Maybe I should only write down what I'm willing to have tattooed onto me (small print, somewhere discreet, endnotes on my arse), sign up for Twitter, but have my tweets reproduced permanently onto me like an archive. Nah fuckit, here's to rambling mindless into the ether-net and onwards and outwards into the noise of space as the words slip, wireless, from the bounds of the planet.
I met up with and filmed a third masked cocksucker, video forthcoming. Plan is, to make it the inaugural amateur skin flick of the new financial year.

February 12th 2010

The original idea had been to find at least three masked cocksuckers and then splice together the footage into an anonymous cocksuckers compilation. Ah, these plans, these storyboards and hopes, it wasn't to be. With two in the bag, I couldn't find a willing third. I twiddled my thumbs with impatience and hit the upload button for the video below. But what to do with this here, these 7 minutes of well performed fellatio footage? Leave it to one side, allow it to gather dust and be forgotten? Wipe it from my archives and consider it lost forever only for it to turn up 25 years down the line in Hong Kong a la Patrick Troughton era classic The Tomb of the Cybermen? (I'll be honest, as weary as even I am of these self-deprecating allusions to superior works of filmmaking, I'm not going to stop. Doing it gives me a funny little feeling in my brain, like an electrical charge is given off from connecting two disparate points of reference, the more ridiculous and unexpected the better.) In short, I thought 'Fuck it, it shows my cock and furry belly up close and in better lighting than the last one did and, well, it's me getting my dick sucked, try not to overthink it'. Many thanks to uksukker for a sterling job.

February 9th 2010

Like I said, there's a website, Rentmen.com that gives a month's free membership for each video uploaded, hence more cinematic output. This one is titled 'Uncredited Actor' in recognition of the anonymous friend who donned a hood and took it like a man. (This theme of titling the videos with some reference to film-making or film production or titling them with numbers like some film archive is beginning to wear a little thin and becoming a bit of a struggle to maintain. Soon enough I'll be thinking up the titles first and working backwards from there... Best Boy, Lead Grip, Easter Egg.... I even have a 7 minute video of me getting my dick sucked which I haven't uploaded yet 'cause I can't think how it fits into my oeuvre.)

January 25th 2010
Burns Night, and I feel slightly more connected to the whole Scottishness of the occasion after attending a Burns and Burns-related poetry reading last St Andrews Day. And on Saturday there I had haggis, at an evening that wasn't quite a Burns supper, more a gay dinner party in shades of tartan. So yes, ever closer, and closer for sure than last year, to giving a proper and educated fuck about the whole affair.

January 10th 2010

Click on the moody still to the left to see yet another video.

January 1st 2010
As Lou Reed said, by way of Tori Amos, "It's the beginning of a New Age... ah you little sick little fucks, it's the beginning of a New Age..."
The sea of Christmas fug has finally crashed and broken on this, the first clear fug-less day of the year. Stand on the rocks and breathe in the dried semen salt in the air. Lick your lips and spit into the sea. Or swallow, your choice.

December 22nd 2009
I am returned, down the West Coast line in the snow.

December 16th 2009
I'm away a-Christmas-gain to Glasgow, from Wednesday 16th December 'til Monday 21st December, inclusive.
I've only once dropped my trousers for cash in Glasgow, indeed the very first time I ever did so, and even then it was in reply to a dodgy life modeling ad posted on an online notice board for Glasgow's West End. I'm sure there are, somewhere, genuine adverts on Gumtree and other such notice boards, placed by artists looking for a muse, but not in this case. 10 minutes of sketching and posing, a couple of photos, then he said he was done for just now and did I want to watch some porn. I should point out, I was 28 and ridiculously up for it as well and I sucked him off on the couch. As an introduction to the commodification of my body and sexuality, it was over very quick (15 minutes) and didn't pay much (£15 - yes, that's technically £1 a minute, which is an alright rate if I'd set a minimum session time beforehand of say an hour or set a reasonable base fee with the rate starting after that... but that's glorious hindsight and the ad was for 'life modeling' at £15 an hour and I knew it had the whiff of sexual dodginess about it, but I realised I didn't really care, I just wanted to do it, drop my trousers and see what happened next).
... is there a point to this story? No. Does it stink of nostalgia? Yes, of nostalgia and cum. Is it a nod to all those celebrity memoirs that pop up at this time of year to rape the Christmas market? Yes, let's say it is, 'cause then it seems less self-indulgent or at the very least can be seen in the context of a bustling field of self-indulgence. ME ME ME ME ME... TA-DA.

December 8th 2009
I haven't mentioned before 'cause technically I don't have access to the videos in order to share them with you, but I've been showing off my feet on film for Foot Society. It's a membership site (pay to view the foot love/abuse) and I'm not even sure if any footage of my size 11s is on there yet ('cause I'm a cheap bastard who won't pay membership for nothing, tho saying that, did it cost anything to join the Dennis The Menace fan club? Quick question: if I say D.I.N.G. and you say D.O.N.G. what are we secretly saying?)... but aye, the filming's a lot of fun - sticking my feet in guy's faces, being worshipped in boots, trainers, socks and sandals - and the last shoot just there was with a bloke called Peter who has his own personal website Footlicker.net - an impressive collection of photos that put my attempts at self-less (self-full) exhibitionism to shame. Fucking lovely.

November 26th 2009
For another month's free membership (I'm pretty sure that's how it works, it's probably worth double checking), I whipped it out and wanked it on Webcam.

November 17th 2009
Like a tugboat renaming itself a battleship I am now officially a Top (active/dom/the fucker not the fuckee but vers for most other things) TOOT TOOT fire torpedoes.

November 1st 2009
A dinky little Penguin book of 3 short stories by James Baldwin which fitted in my inside jacket pocket. It accompanied me on the tube when I went to fist a man on Tuesday (I got my dick up there along with my fist, was effectively wanking myself off inside the guy's arse, I highly recommend it) and it was all read and finished by Thursday, on the bus, heading to take a piss on a man who later rode my cock (again, highly recommended, tho involving a lot less lube than fisting). When I finished it, the book, I wanted to eat it as if it were a crust-less sandwich, a little dinky thinly-filled sandwich with the crusts cut off. Read the last sentence, held it closed between my fingers, then popped it in my mouth.
(NB Please take the phrases 'thinly-filled' and 'crust-less' as being merely in reference to, and in fanciful description of, the physicality of the book, rather than a critique of the 3 stories that were presented therein, the slender trial-sized volume, 'cause they were fucking lovely.)
(NBB Only one bloke has taken me up on my 'Infinite Jest - £5 off offer' and he chose rather to trade in his fiver off for 15 extra minutes in the heaven that is my company. Just to let you know that's an option too.)

October 15th 2009
If The Beatles can re-release and re-release and re-package and re-release all manner of albums and greatest hits compilations, and if even Jeffery Archer can re-jig and re-market Kain and Abel to mark the 30th anniversary of it's first publication, then surely I can hobble together a Clip Reel and not feel too much shame.
I put together the compilation to post on an escort site to qualify for a month's free membership, but in order to salve my creative conscious I included some previously unseen footage, one such unseen clip being the missing cumshot from the very first video I did, the one with the blokes from XposeU. At the time John and Nigel were editing together the footage to post on their site, I requested that the cumshot not be included, believing that I should hold a little back, leave a little unseen, create a little mystery, like wafting a big fluttery fan coyly over my money shot. Aye, a fleeting show of restraint, long since passed.

October 3rd 2009
I got reviewed again (sort of) - Male Escort Review
Joe who wrote the review below wrote it up again for another site, sort of like when they have a feature on Women's Hour during the week then they have that same feature again on Weekend Women's Hour. It's like that (it's nothing like that).
Cheers again to Joe and cheers to Male Escort Review.

October 1st 2009
I got reviewed - Daddy's Review
Cheers to Joe for writing about our meeting and to Daddy's Reviews for putting it up.
My last review of significance was my school report card. I was "hardworking, but very quiet and doesn't mix well with others".

September 21st 2009
Finished Infinite Jest on Sunday (yesterday) morning. Tho to clarify, I mean 'finished' in the sense that I read all the way to the final page and word of the main text having also read all the endnotes and even the foreword before I began. Not 'finished' in the sense that I fully grasped what the fuck was going on and felt a sense of resolution on closing the book.
I strongly recommend the book and I'll offer a £5 discount on a meeting if you've also read it (have your copy handy as proof, any cunt can use Wikipedia) and want to have a chat about it after we've concluded our business. Cocks and brains will be worked.

September 15th 2009
These are the days of endings and not-quite endings. The Wire finished up on BBC2 - fucking class - and, after 6 months, I've still failed to finish Infinite Jest, the bloody big book by David Foster Wallace, that I've been carrying around with me for the better part of a year.
My plan was that I would knock these two sprawling works on the head at the same time, dovetail my TV viewing and book reading into a nice neat finish, but no. It is, no doubt, a great book, this Infinite Jest, but it's 981 pages (of small text) along with a further 94 pages of endnotes (of even smaller text) and for a lot of those pages you're ploughing thru purely on the faith that it'll all make sense eventually and he won't introduce yet another character that you have to remember... in short, it's fucking murder. It's come as quite a bonus over the last few months when an appointment has required a long tube or train journey, as Infinite Jest has become as essential a part of my Prossie Work Bag as condoms, lube and the ripped out pages necessary from the AtoZ.
You want to know what it's about? Entertainment, I think, the things we give ourselves over to to keep ourselves occupied, whether that's recreational drugs or spectator sports, participating in sports or watching TV, AA or sex. But then what the fuck do I know, I haven't even finished it, and until about page 700 and something I thought one of the characters was African American when he's actually Caucasian.
After I'm done, I can see me cracking it open again, a few years down the line, after the trauma of my own stupidity has become a distant memory and I get to read it and understand it from the get go without a dictionary open at my side.

September 5th 2009
I'm all nice and returned safely, let business recommence.

August 26th 2009
As of today and up 'til and including the 4th September, I'm away.
Back to Glasgow for a bit, then elsewhere for a little while too.

August 20th 2009
After 6 weeks - at 3 hours a week and an hour's homework each weekend on my massage guinea pig - I have now basic training in Swedish/Holistic massage. It's not a diploma or a certificate or even the good word scribbled on a scrap of paper in crayon, but it's that little bit more knowledge in my fingers and that can't be a bad thing.
My usual massage technique relies as much on my mouth and my tongue as it does on my hands, and I try to make as much body contact as possible, which usually means being naked and on top of you (the client, the waiting body). Expect to knock hard-ons with me.

August 14th 2009
Feet and sock requests are on the rise, I read it in a magazine and a Daddy Bear confirmed it.
And the Guestbook's not working again, I will endeavour. Any dirty or encouraging comments, please email me instead.

July 30th 2009
My new television obsession is Veronica Mars (teen girl detective). I am roughly 4 years late in joining this party and the show has already been cancelled after 3 seasons. I care not. Knowing it has an end, even an ending that may be abrupt and unwelcome, makes the journey (bitter) sweeter. I'm very Zen when it comes to my early morning E4 viewing (rest in peace Gilmore Girls, Joan of Arcadia, Roswell and whatever pops up next).
On the shagging front, things have been relatively busy, with my face requiring a proper lather-up-and-attack shave two weeks in a row to meet punter requirements (all requests taken into consideration).
Porn Look of the Month: sexy painter decorator (ask to see my paint splattered blue overalls, it's like I have a proper job).

July 12th 2009

I fear this July finds me with nothing to say. (I missed my chance to quote Aimee Mann - "Today's the 4th of July, another June has gone by, and when they light up our town I just think what a waste of gun powder and sky" - and I don't know any other July songs.) Thanks to Richard for letting me get my cock out in the sun (and the shower). I look like a pissing cherub without a pond to piss in.

June 23rd 2009
Just as the sun will one day explode/implode/gutter-out millions of years from now (did you not know? man, I'm sorry, what a way to find out...), so one day I'll use up all the memory space available to me on this server. I'm thinking 5 years worth, until the beams of the website bend and snap under the weight of photos and text and my online cock collapses in on itself. And then what? I'm thinking new personae, launched thru the escort equivalent of anonymous white labels (details forthcoming in 3 and three quarter years).

June 8th 2009
I was looking at a visiting Australian escort's website and she'd put links up to the local shops she used in a whole 'support your community' vibe. I consider myself a Fair Trade, fairly ecological cock on the make, so I liked this idea alot. The local corner shop where I get my milk doesn't have a website and I'm a bit cautious about linking to the store where I buy my comics, but it made me think that the bloke who does my hair deserves a belated nod - the bloke who does my hair. A good hairdresser these days is hard to find (to paraphrase Fergal Sharkey), cheers Gerd.
Have been trying unsuccessfully to upload a spoken word version of the entry page disclaimer, to attack folk with my accent straight off the bat, but I'm having a little difficulty with what file extensions are valid on the site. I should really do a 'talkie', a video of me doing a bit of verbal as I wank or fuck, but as far as film goes, aside from a few "Fuck yeahs", a climactic "JESUS" and an "Uhhhhhh" of relief, I'm strictly silent era. This isn't self-deprecation; I'm all for dirty verbal and hard chat in the flesh, but trying to muster up the tone of voice for the camera has been, so far, beyond me.

May 20th 2009
I am returned.
No revelations were reached with regard to my dual citizenship of 'Scottish Glaswegian' and 'Comfortably Settled Long Stay Tourist In London'. There were no music video moments as I walked the streets I once knew, no turning my face up thoughtfully to the sky as if asking god to explain this mystery of time passing. None of that, it's aw just what it is, which is fine and good, but not very exciting to report.
Cock anyone?

May 13th 2009
Now away from today 'til next week, back in business on Wednesday May 20th. Smile ya cunt, so I've been told.

May 11th 2009 Two photos by Greg.

April 25th 2009
After buying a cheap second-hand copy of Kate Bush: The Whole Story, I've decided to offer an alternative to, or possible compliment to, the 'Boyfriend Experience' - the Babooshka Experience. For this, we will build up a relationship over a number of years, possibly decades, all at your expense, until we've reached a plateau where the spark has been extinguished from our eyes and we've fallen into a bitter routine of tears, recriminations and regret. At this point I will adopt a pseudonym and alternate persona that begins to woo you (you believe) behind my back. We will eventually meet and not only will you get the pleasure of (seemingly) forbidden sex, you'll also get to enjoy the irony that the main reason you're attracted to me is that I remind you so much of the other me before I froze on you (to paraphrase Kate). This whole endeavor requires a great deal of commitment, but this is the cutting edge of role-play/real-life interface. You won't know who you're fucking or why, but you'll fucking love it. The Bush guarantees.
Turns out, there are non-drowsy hayfever tablets. Fucking revelation after two days of pin point eyes under fleshy folds of eye bags.

April 23rd 2009
Piriton_Prurient ... being somewhat muppetted on hayfever tablets, my hazy half libido stumbles blinking into the sunlight "Hello sunny world, who wants fucked?"

April 6th 2009
Juggling complete, the balls fall to rest and hopefully that's the website up to date.
My brain's a little fried from going thru all the pages and changing or adding links to the new pages - there's only two, but fuck me, it's left me baw eyed and a little unfocused. Apart from this new page (the old 'Written ayedog' can still be accessed thru the link at the top of the page), there's Action ayedog that gathers together all the video links.
I'd love to say something poignant and moving at the launch of this bit of a reboot, but really, fuck it, I just want to upload the fucker and check it works.