6th April 2012 The new financial year is upon us and I'm not ready. The website is un-re-jigged and I haven't even cracked open a new spreadsheet. So I've given myself until after Christ's rising, and the subsequent bank holiday, to get it all done. As a bonus, it will give you more time to gaze upon the countenance of the beautiful man that stood in for me during my latest photo shoot. I've decided to use it as the author photo on the dust jackets of my books when I begin my career as a mediocre crime thriller writer. Dial W for Whore.
29th March 2012
I've been a bit shite at keeping this section updated: I missed the 28th March, which is this website's birthday (it is 4); I missed the 27th March, which is my birthday (I am 35); I missed the opportunity to tell you about a recent foray into fisting (I got in up to my elbow and have since invested in long latex gloves, which remind me too much of Audrey Hepburn evening wear); I didn't keep you informed about the switch from Gaytube to xtube as my dirty hosting site of choice for some of my videos (the picture quality on xtube is much better, especially for the most recent Workie Wank video, and to commemorate this partial switch, I've posted a re-jigged version of Suit Scene, in a George-Lucas-can't-stop-tampering-with-it-forchrissakes-leave-it-a-fuckin-lone sort of way); and I didn't tell you I had a photo shoot due... Yes, that's me, to the left of this text. Yes, it is. It's a disturbingly good photo, isn't it? Me with my new hair looking moody and manly. It's gone thru what we in the industry (me and no one else) call The Full Kate Winslet, a photo beautified to within an inch of reality. (No harm to Kate Winslet by the way, she's lovely, but that story about her photos getting stretched to make her look thinner always comes to mind when I'm on Photoshop - the only difference this time being that she didn't give her consent and sued the magazine,whereas I, on this occasion, upon waking up on the morning of the shoot with a massive spot in prominent position on my face, thought "Fuckit, I want to be pretty" and let the photographer do whatever he wanted in the editing process). And that photographer was photos-photos and a very pleasant session it was too. Many thanks to him, with more thanks to come once I've sorted thru the rest of the photos.
16th March 2012
Here it is, Workie Wank (click on the still, which technically isn't a still as it never made the final cut, but still, it's still a still, innit?). Cheers to takenimage.com again, for camerawork, direction and motivation. You will notice, on viewing the video, that I'm as preoccupied with touching my hair as I am with touching my cock. Health and Safety have already been in contact, expressing their concerns about the hair touching, the hair's length and my removal of the regulation bunnet a couple of minutes after putting it on (it was making my head look odd and pointy, I assumed, I couldn't actually see at the time, but most hats/bunnets/beanies have a tendency to do that with me). Anyway, as of yesterday, thanks to Gerd, I have a smashing new, easy to manage (but still tussle-able on top) do.
2nd March 2012 Inspired by the recent plastering and painting work in the flat, yesterday morning I shot a 'workie wank' video, part on a roof in the sunshine, part upside down on a couch cumming on my own face. As soon as the footage has been re-jigged and edited, the video will be up. I finally decided to give Gaydar a proper go and signed up for a commercial profile, rablondon. It may seem a little daft, telling you this here, about a site I'm on, when my main hope for that site is that it will lead you back to here, to this site, where you already are (well done), but at £55 a month for a commercial profile, I'm telling everyone.
14th February 2012 The builders are in and it's fucking cold. The open window to help the plaster dry and the open front door for the back and forth are two gaping holes in a cold, cold shell (it's probably worse for them, having to actually work, instead of me sitting here, furtively looking at porn, listening to the radio and typing out shite to warm my fingers). Learning Curve of the Week: in a roleplay situation, I only really find my feet when my cock's out of my pants. I need to work on my non-sexual improv skills. Admin Announcement of the Week: I'm away for a long weekend, Friday 17th to Monday 20th (inclusive).
26th January 2012
Feet Love and Facesitting Parts 1, 2 & 3 The man on the floor is Roger, a fellow escort and masseur (click on his name for his Gaydar profile). And click here for his personal massage website. It was a fucking lovely, horny session, glad I got it on film.
25th January 2012
Just waiting for the final part of my 3-part feet and facesitting epic to upload onto Gaytube. The links and thanks should be up here by tomorrow. Naked yoga isn't a traditional Burns' Night activity, but that's what I'll be doing this evening. The wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie will be my cock, nustling it's nose towards me over the bulge of my hairy belly as I hold myself upwards inverted in shoulder stand (see example to left).
7th January 2012 First lesson of the new year - irrumatio is the technical term for fucking someone's face. Turns out fellatio just describes the oral stimulation of a guy's cock, the sort of gentle sucking and tonguing. If you're really putting your back into it and battering your cock into a guy's mouth, it's called irrumatio. Second lesson of the new year - the world doesn't get back to normal until the second full week of January. Still wandering around in a bit of a grim daze, waiting for more daylight to show up, for all the daft party food to finally be eaten, for a sleeping pattern that doesn't resemble that of a droopy 16 year old with too much English homework (for several months when I was 16, I had a completely inverted sleep pattern and double English on a Thursday morning). Third lesson of the new year - this website, in fact it seems any website on the Pridesites webserver, doesn't show up on mobile devices (like ipads, iphones and, I'm assuming, Androids). Someone trying to get to the website on one of those devices gets automatically redirected to tapgay.com, a members-only porn site. I read on another bloke's pridesite that it's got to do with the Safari browser (it doesn't happen if you use the Opera browser), but it's a pain in the arse none the less. I thought about putting up a warning on the website, saying that it couldn't be viewed using mobile devices, but seeing as that warning would only be useful to the people who weren't able to read it, I put that idea down to the present wonky sleeping pattern (see second lesson).
13th December 2011
And here's the plan: get photographed shirtless with cats. In lieu of a smile, does it make me look any more friendly? As image-softening PR exercises go, there have been better (and probably didn't involve harassing cats to sit at peace long enough for the camera). And it may detract further from the desired effect when you find out that the cats aren't actually mine, they're next door's, they just come in to visit every so often. I don't know their names and I thought it would be a bit weird to name someone else's cat (never mind have them in the house and take photographs of them) unless... unless I gave them stupid names. On the left is Pamela Sue Martin As Fallon (Fallon or Pamela for short) and on the right is Reginacide WindowLicker (Regina for short). A friend did point out that by having the cats in the house and letting them lounge about, I was effectively stealing their love from my next door neighbours. This worried me until I realised that cats are slags, light-footed moveable feasts of self-interest and curiosity. Even as a dog, I can appreciate and admire this lifestyle choice.
December 3rd 2011
New photos up in the 'Naked ayedog' section, taken by Nick (who previously took some photos back in July last year). Many thanks, lovely session. As ever, I'm not smiling in any of the photos, but I have a plan, a plan admittedly more involved than just posting a photo of myself smiling, but it's a plan that steers clear of my death grimace of a grin, so the plan's in motion...
November 23rd 2011
The photo on the left is from a naked yoga photo session, being both in front of and behind the camera, with a fellow naked yoga-er (I haven't made peace with the word 'yogi' yet, because of the bear). The photo on the right was taken by HairyHornyLongCock during our meet (see link to video below). The photo is titled 'Toe Baws'. It looks like one of those little creatures that you stick to the dashboard of a car.
November 8th 2011
After a bit of bother getting it uploaded, I now present Sucking and Edging Scene. Cheers to eroticnakedfun (he chose his own nom de porn, I was thinking HairyHornyLongCock). The uploading seems to have resulted in a bit of drop in picture quality, but hopefully that won't mean a drop in general video wank-ability.
October 29th 2011 All Consuming Ayedog Arts Round-up: After going to see 'The Skin I Live In' and 'Melancholia' within a few days of each other, and having been nonplussed with, and a bit bored by, both films, I've decided to avoid (the other big plaudit-laden film of the last few weeks) 'We Need To Talk About Kevin'. I prefer instead to wait for the film to be re-jigged as a slap-stick, gross-out teen comedy about high school massacres, working title 'There's Something About Kevin' (sample dialogue: "Was that you farting like a machine gun?" "No, that was actually a machine gun.") In other Arts news, I went to the theatre on a work's night out (by which I mean, I went with another escort and neither of us paid for the other's services, so yeah technically I just went to the theatre with a friend, but it's funnier imagining whores on a work's night out). We saw My City by Stephen Poliakoff at the Almeida Theatre, and... I tried then deleted my attempt at a review. Too many things I liked about the play, too many things I didn't, which is why I'm really glad I saw it (those first two films I mentioned didn't engage me either way, neither up nor down, which is why I couldn't be arsed with them). A full review is available on request. In other other Arts news, this late afternoon and early evening erotic footage was shot in my back room. A new cocksucking video is on the way.
October 18th 2011 I am returned, back into the hairy bosom of (my) London.
October 11th 2011 "That would be indiscreet... that's technically illegal... nobody wants to know that... I don't want anyone to know that... that's just made up..." There's a fair bit of self-censorship goes into not writing this part of the website, which may go some way to explain the month long gap between entries. Couple that with some recent abortive attempts to get some new photos and a new video arranged, and the updatelessness is understandable (tho of course not forgivable). And I'm away in Scotland from tomorrow as well, Wednesday 12th to Monday 17th (inclusive). So I leave you for the moment, too soon after arriving, slip my hand down my trackies as I go, stoke a semi into full blown wood, something to play with on the train back up to Glasgow.
September 13th 2011
Everything's back and working fine again. And it means I can (easily, without being snowblinded by code) link into the new video on Gaytube. It's a collection of all the facials from previous videos, either my load or my face.
September 3rd 2011 "This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo... signing off." Okay, it's not quite as bad as that. The Mac I use to update the website has died, so I'm currently using another Mac which isn't compatible with the application I use to maintain the site, which (for some reason) means I can't just write straight onto a version of the webpage. I'm having to write directly into and amongst all the alien looking techno code, and it sort of feels like I'm stranded on the other side of the Galaxy, tapping the screen with my finger as screeds of code and random numbers flash across, leaving me unsure if my message will be received... It's made me shockingly aware how little I know about computers (and how easily I jump at any opportunity to see myself as Sigourney Weaver in the Alien films, except Alien Resurrection of course, that was shit). I'm sure there's a comparison of sorts to be made with the prostate. A thing of wonder and joy that can bring hours of sexual pleasure with skilful strokes from fingers... but is a total mystery if it goes on the fritz.
August 18th 2011 Xposeu may have died (see entry for March 27th 2010, 2nd Financial Year), but FreeFullFrontals has now risen in it's place. It's run by the same blokes, employing the same free-for-all-for-all-to-see attitude. In a nutsack, it's lots of lovely men with their cocks out, WAHEY.
August 9th 2011
As promised, the fucking/sucking video with Hammada, the half-Arab, half-English, passive London escort. It's a little odd writing this today, what with 3 nights of rioting dotted across London. Feels like I should be reportage-ing rather than maintaining the usual business of exhibitionism and whoring. But as I said to a mate in an email this morning, it's a bit odd watching the rioting on the news or hearing about it on the radio and thinking "I'm in London... Should I be...? Am I supposed to be...? Oh, I went past there a couple of days ago."
August 3rd 2011 Best Half-English/Half-Arab of the Week: his name is Hammada, he's a passive escort (great arse for fucking) and there's a video in post-production (namely, editing out the part when I'm rimming him and my body looks really weird - due to the camera angle, obviously - and when the squeaky bed couldn't take the change of shagging positions and finally gave way under us). Best Insult/Compliment of the Week: the administrator of a group on (photo-sharing website) Flickr asked if he could include one of my scuddy photos in his group. His group is called 'Daddy and his Meat', a collection of hot guys over 40 with their cocks out. As nice as it is to be included, surely my daddy days are a good few years away (regardless of the increase in teenage pregnancy rates in previous decades). I don't even look like a trendy dad, one of the young hot dads in their late twenties, early thirties you see up the park pushing a buggy, their offspring testament to the potency, power and (surely) fantastic taste of the daddy jis their balls brew. But aye, I've been a Sir, I've been a Master, but not (yet) a Daddy. But I said yes anyway, any excuse to propogate my cock. Best Yoga Position Utilised as a Sex Position (of the Week): the Upward-Facing-Dog (if you clicked on that link, you'll have been taken to a photo of a very attractive man, in said yoga pose, wearing nowt but clingy white shorts - I should stress, I don't know this man, I have no connection to this man, this man may be disgusted to even be associated with me, but by Buddha, he looks good). If you can take a cock all the way down your throat and love a bit of restraint, ask for a demonstration when we meet. Best Writing Device to Pad Out the Written Section of a Website (of the Fucking Decade): this. WAHEY.
July 22nd 2011 I would like to have been the one who came up with using the word 'hung' to describe the length and girth of a man, and to have been the one who came up with the simile 'it's like herding cats' (best utilised upon seeing a parent trying to usher 3 or 4 kids on and off the tube or when trying to get an actual cat out the door). Fetish Of The Week: oiled, slicked-back hair (like a 50's greaser or a Mafioso Don).
July 18th 2011 UPDATE: Regular readers may remember that back in December 2008 I lost the equivalent of a tenner in the early days of the economic downturn, £10 being the amount of credit I had left on a Zavvi gift card when the company went into administration. Last week I was finally reimbursed to the tune of 15p for every £1 lost (so the creditors letter informed me). I've heard lottery winners say that when they're handed the cheque of their winnings and they see all those zeros, they can't quite believe it. I can attest to a similar sense of disbelief upon receiving a cheque for £1.50.
July 5th 2011 I am returned. Actually, 'I am returned' a couple of days ago now, but it's taken me a little while to drag my arse back into the online swing of things. And I seem to be unable to string together even the most basic, sexually provocative, come-hither of sentences.
June 23rd 2011 Quick and officious: I'm away from Thursday 23rd until Saturday 2nd July (inclusive).
June15th 2011 I got reviewed again - Daddy's Reviews Cheers to 'nycfan' for writing up the review of our meet (speedos were involved) and to Daddy for posting it. Arse Update: it's now very much returned to the fine fuckable lickable motoring form it was before the sunny day insect attack.
June 7th 2011 "A bee bit my bottom, now my bottom's big" - Homer Simpson On taking advantage of the fine weather last Friday, I got myself outdoors naked, whereupon some insect (not a bee, I'm afraid, rather some other alien-looking interloper of nature) decided to take rest and bite deep into my right arse cheek. It's fine now, a mere pinkish shadow of the swollen hillock that appeared overnight, tho it resulted in a weekend of anti-histi-something cream application and a lot of tentative perching. This has in no way been a sexy anecdote, even tho it did involve sun soaked nudity and tender arses.
May 14th 2011 "It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you, without a dope beat to step to..." - Timbaland, from Aaliyah's 'Try Again' And here's my tardy 'dope beat' (which, from this mouth, sounds like another euphemism for cock)... This week I am thankful for sci-fi telly repeats, whether it's 'V: The Original Miniseries' on CBS Action or 1970's Doctor Who 'The Hand of Fear' on BBC4 (god bless Sarah Jane Smith). I am also thankful, both belatedly and currently, to the client who booked me on the day of the Royal wedding - I got to be indulging in mutual anal play as the happy couple exchanged their vows and I get to tell that to anyone who asks "Did you do anything for the Royal wedding?" (sometimes I'll even ask first so that they feel obliged to ask back). I am not thankful for doing a naked yoga class in front of a mirror - in the 'downward dog' position (imagine on your hands and feet, an inverted V), looking back between my legs, staring at my own arsehole upside down and backwards, nothing's going to get you further from inner calm than that. And I am lastly thankful for the 'Save' button on the computer that let me start this entry on Wednesday, allowed me to be distracted by naps and telly and porn for 2 days, until I came back this early Saturday morning and picked up where I left off. The list is obviously in no way exhaustive, I haven't even mentioned the 3rd series of 'Being Erica' or the reservoir of cum shot onto a sub bloke's hairy chest... But in short, I'm fucking grateful.
April 25th 2011
This is Andy, islingtondevil.blogspot.com - he's got a lovely way of writing about sex and about sex in London. And he loves to give and take facials on film. It's like the perfect storm (of cum). (I suggest you stick on a pair of headphones and turn the sound up real loud, as in amongst the slurping, gobbling and wanking noises, you can make out the Lauren Laverne show on 6music in the background. Tho maybe turn it down a little right at the end - I get quite loud when I'm cumming on Andy's face.)
April 20th 2011 In a bid to be topical and of my time, here's a link to a plate commemorating the upcoming Royal Wedding, brought to you by a friend/colleague/artist known as Gribsby Maybe it's childish, but I want to spend the Royal Wedding morning/afternoon doing something sleazy. Avoid the telly and the radio, certainly avoid anything that looks like bunting that isn't being used for bondage, maybe spend the time up a cruising ground sucking as much cock as possible, or find a stocky bear-type who wants to get down on his hands and knees and get fucked hard until the sweat is running down his hairy back into the crack of his arse and onto my cock, or maybe find a dimly-lit sauna, strip to a towel or less and lose track of night and day like in a Vegas casino. Of course, a paying appointment would be most welcome as well, and if you own a commemorative plate, we can both shoot our loads over it in celebration. But maybe that's an over-reaction, a knee-jerk reaction. Maybe I should follow the example of the small socialist newspaper (whose name I can't remember) whose coverage of the Charles and Diana wedding amounted to a small article, on the bottom of their front page, regarding the traffic problems in Central London on that particular day in July '81.
April 8th 2011
And here it is. I'd initially written this footage off, because I hadn't filmed the cumshot (it happens sometimes that, whilst filming, being the cameraman as well as one of the starring cocks becomes a bit exasperating and I just want to switch the camera off, put it to one side and give my full attention to the other starring cock or cocks - such was the case in this instance). It was also a bit of a concern that the leopard print covers might have pulled focus from the activity going on upon them... But I finally looked over the footage the other day and it got me quite hard, and that's all the recommendation I required. Cheers to Chris.
April 6th 2011 Another new beginning is upon us with the inevitability of an ending. And it must surely be spring as I saw my first shirtless lad up the park today, a boxer no less, practicing his jabs and footwork in nothing but long shorts, gloves and soft-soled footwear. A muscular, blockish body, with dark hair round his nipples and in the dip between his hard pecs, a line of dark hair trailing from his belly button down to inside his shorts. It's amazing the detail you can see looking thru a tiny little telescope out the back window. There's a video uploading to Gaytube even as I type. If I'd shown more foresight and planning it would have been the opening sex act of this new Financial Year, but I didn't so it isn't but it will be soon.
