'89 - Journal Entry 3: Homo-experimentation (
Most of the time it would just be me over at my friend’s house across the road, as the third and youngest of us lived in a different borough with his foster family. There was a lot more on offer at his home compared to mine; a short, white MILF who had Yoko Ono vibes, with a fat ass who I used to lust over and fantasise about (is this the moment I became an ass man?), a “red-skinned” father from New York who was like one of the boys, used to coach American Football and took us to Richmond Park on occasion (where his son, my Bum Chum, would train to play for the London Ravens). There was also great food being cooked by nutrition-conscious / vegetarian parents and various retro video game consoles (which over the years included Super NES, Sega Mega Drive as well as the Sinclair ZX Spectrum, which I also happened to own).
I remember at one, well-planned slumber party, the eldest of us had some hippyish connections and arranged for us to have a psychedelic experience together with some Magic Mushrooms, when his parents were out of town. He prepared it as a tea for all of us to share, the taste was foul but the experience was amazing (despite *****ing my dinner on his dining room floor)! From watching Manga in a brand new neon and vivid way, to being disoriented by the various directions of stripes his carpet and rugs went. I could be confusing sleepovers, but I vividly recall my eldest friend showing us where his dad stashed a porn vid, of course we ended up watching it…at one point a woman was receiving anal sex and a turd slid out of her ass!! What a hilarious moment!
Remember the lust I mentioned for my friend’s fat-ass mum who dances? I formed a habit when sleeping over at his; when it was my turn to shower, I’d always masturbate visualising her ass and what I’d like to do with it. I wouldn’t turn the shower off till I came, it would always feel so good, knowing that I could summon this pleasurable sensation while bonding with my morning wood, getting soaked under the shower gave it a magical experience.
One particular time, I remember walking up the stairs from his room to the lounge, and I briefly caught my lust walking up the other set of stairs to rejoin her husband in her room. I looked up as I took the last step of the staircase and saw something wonderfly traumatic; her vagina was gaping open with labia hanging! I knew she must’ve just had a good fucking, if you saw my friend’s dad…let’s just say he also used to play American Football when was growing up in the U.S., and as a middle-aged Ducati-rider, he’s thickly built and torso-heavy. Man, I envied him, but also loved him as a father-figure too much to let it affect my relationship with him.
I remember at one, well-planned slumber party, the eldest of us had some hippyish connections and arranged for us to have a psychedelic experience together with some Magic Mushrooms, when his parents were out of town. He prepared it as a tea for all of us to share, the taste was foul but the experience was amazing (despite *****ing my dinner on his dining room floor)! From watching Manga in a brand new neon and vivid way, to being disoriented by the various directions of stripes his carpet and rugs went. I could be confusing sleepovers, but I vividly recall my eldest friend showing us where his dad stashed a porn vid, of course we ended up watching it…at one point a woman was receiving anal sex and a turd slid out of her ass!! What a hilarious moment!
Remember the lust I mentioned for my friend’s fat-ass mum who dances? I formed a habit when sleeping over at his; when it was my turn to shower, I’d always masturbate visualising her ass and what I’d like to do with it. I wouldn’t turn the shower off till I came, it would always feel so good, knowing that I could summon this pleasurable sensation while bonding with my morning wood, getting soaked under the shower gave it a magical experience.
One particular time, I remember walking up the stairs from his room to the lounge, and I briefly caught my lust walking up the other set of stairs to rejoin her husband in her room. I looked up as I took the last step of the staircase and saw something wonderfly traumatic; her vagina was gaping open with labia hanging! I knew she must’ve just had a good fucking, if you saw my friend’s dad…let’s just say he also used to play American Football when was growing up in the U.S., and as a middle-aged Ducati-rider, he’s thickly built and torso-heavy. Man, I envied him, but also loved him as a father-figure too much to let it affect my relationship with him.
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