EyeMaster7
A Smooth-Skin
welsh said:
So what happened? Did you met the aliens there?
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A Smooth-Skin
So what happened? Did you met the aliens there?
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welsh
Junkmaster
Nowadays, Raves seem to be done differently. There are clubs that you go to and everyone seems to know about them. People know where the Raves are held, what to expect.
But back then, Raves were a bit different. No one knew where the Rave would be, usually some sound proofed warehouse somewhere in an industrial neighborhood. There would be no advertisement, well not really. A few people would pass around fliers at liquor shops, in youth hostels, bathrooms of clubs, or they would just share the secret. And the secret would spread among particular crowds. It was all done rather quietly, rather hush hush. The idea was to keep the police away, to keep it from being raided.
It was a secret, which made it all the more fun. No one knew what to expect. There would be drugs and music and sex, of course. But the nature of the Rave itself, was unknown.
So I felt the hands of men I didn't know, pick up my teenage body and carry me through the bar, through the doors that seperated the public area from the back area and kitchen out into the cold night and finally into a car. I could feel but couldn't see or resist. My hands were tied, I was blindfolded. Resistance was futile.
But I could hear and I could feel. I could feel the cold air and the soft leather of the cushions. I could hear the voices.
I could stretch and that way I knew that the car I was in was a limosine, and that this was shared. I could hear the voices of five men talking.
"I say mauve is not a color worth talking about. If you want to paint, go white. But I have the most glorious colors for decorations. Oh please give that boy a breath mint, his mouth smells like a toilet." Said one.
"Will you look at that boy. He's simply not the right body type for a gay orgy." Said another. "I mean really, where is the definition?"
I was feeling a bit embarrassed by the fact that I had not been given any clothes.
"Oh Jai, stop it you bitch. He really just needs to exfoliate. You know when I was a child I said, 'Santa, all I want for Christmas is to let the world know how important exfoliating is to rejuvenating new skin cells. It helps people's skin look younger and gives their face a chance to retain a youthful appearance well into their prime of life. Can I have a taste of your ice cream?'"
Till this day I don't understand what he was referring to.
Someone else said, "Kyan, you can't have my ice cream. What you really want is camping at the beach with a beautiful man! Horseback riding on the beach, bonfires, scuba diving, swimming, lots of great seafood and wine, reading and naked naps. But he," i think he was referring to me, "has a pretty face."
Kyan gasped, "No, Just look at his nose hairs. Simply the worst style faux pas a person can commit."
I was shocked, having taken pride at my youth moustache. But perhaps these homosexuals had something to say, perhaps they had tips I could use.
"Well," Spoke another. "At least he realizes that plaid and stripes never go together and pleats make your butt look huge. Perhaps there is hope for the straight men yet. Also note that he is not wearing white and this is past Labor Day. This shows fine fashion sense. Perhaps he's gay. But he'd look better with a set of killer sun glasses. He could be a guilty pleasure."
How lucky to have a mother that still bought me clothes.
"I don't like guilty pleasures," Spoke the fifth, "I don't feel guilty about pleasures. That's my problem. We should give him some Kumumoto Oysters. Take off his gag, I have something to feed him."
I felt the gag come off and I gasped, "You guys should have your own show. Straight guys could learn a lot from you."
This idea caught their attention.
But before we could discuss the matter further, or before I could eat or learn from these gay men, the car stopped, the door opened, and again I was blindfolded, picked up and carried away towards the sounds of gay techno.
But back then, Raves were a bit different. No one knew where the Rave would be, usually some sound proofed warehouse somewhere in an industrial neighborhood. There would be no advertisement, well not really. A few people would pass around fliers at liquor shops, in youth hostels, bathrooms of clubs, or they would just share the secret. And the secret would spread among particular crowds. It was all done rather quietly, rather hush hush. The idea was to keep the police away, to keep it from being raided.
It was a secret, which made it all the more fun. No one knew what to expect. There would be drugs and music and sex, of course. But the nature of the Rave itself, was unknown.
So I felt the hands of men I didn't know, pick up my teenage body and carry me through the bar, through the doors that seperated the public area from the back area and kitchen out into the cold night and finally into a car. I could feel but couldn't see or resist. My hands were tied, I was blindfolded. Resistance was futile.
But I could hear and I could feel. I could feel the cold air and the soft leather of the cushions. I could hear the voices.
I could stretch and that way I knew that the car I was in was a limosine, and that this was shared. I could hear the voices of five men talking.
"I say mauve is not a color worth talking about. If you want to paint, go white. But I have the most glorious colors for decorations. Oh please give that boy a breath mint, his mouth smells like a toilet." Said one.
"Will you look at that boy. He's simply not the right body type for a gay orgy." Said another. "I mean really, where is the definition?"
I was feeling a bit embarrassed by the fact that I had not been given any clothes.
"Oh Jai, stop it you bitch. He really just needs to exfoliate. You know when I was a child I said, 'Santa, all I want for Christmas is to let the world know how important exfoliating is to rejuvenating new skin cells. It helps people's skin look younger and gives their face a chance to retain a youthful appearance well into their prime of life. Can I have a taste of your ice cream?'"
Till this day I don't understand what he was referring to.
Someone else said, "Kyan, you can't have my ice cream. What you really want is camping at the beach with a beautiful man! Horseback riding on the beach, bonfires, scuba diving, swimming, lots of great seafood and wine, reading and naked naps. But he," i think he was referring to me, "has a pretty face."
Kyan gasped, "No, Just look at his nose hairs. Simply the worst style faux pas a person can commit."
I was shocked, having taken pride at my youth moustache. But perhaps these homosexuals had something to say, perhaps they had tips I could use.
"Well," Spoke another. "At least he realizes that plaid and stripes never go together and pleats make your butt look huge. Perhaps there is hope for the straight men yet. Also note that he is not wearing white and this is past Labor Day. This shows fine fashion sense. Perhaps he's gay. But he'd look better with a set of killer sun glasses. He could be a guilty pleasure."
How lucky to have a mother that still bought me clothes.
"I don't like guilty pleasures," Spoke the fifth, "I don't feel guilty about pleasures. That's my problem. We should give him some Kumumoto Oysters. Take off his gag, I have something to feed him."
I felt the gag come off and I gasped, "You guys should have your own show. Straight guys could learn a lot from you."
This idea caught their attention.
But before we could discuss the matter further, or before I could eat or learn from these gay men, the car stopped, the door opened, and again I was blindfolded, picked up and carried away towards the sounds of gay techno.
welsh
Junkmaster
Nice catch Watergirl. I wanted to drop the reference in.
Next scene is the Rave.
Next scene is the Rave.
c0ldst33ltrs4u
Vault Dweller
Damn, this is good s##t! I want more! Go Rave! 
welsh
Junkmaster
For those of you waiting for the next installment-
http://www.rathergood.com/gaybar/
http://www.rathergood.com/gaybar/
c0ldst33ltrs4u
Vault Dweller
The song is so cool, but I was hoping for the next episode or something. Damn! Please hurry Welsh, the suspense is killing me!
that probably is the fattest cat I will ever see!!!
John Uskglass
Venerable Relic of the Wastes
welsh said:
That really sucks. Really. I mean honestly, the Vikings did not even have horns on thier helmates, that stopped around the time of the Anglo-Saxon invasion at the latest, and probably stopped circa 500 B.C.
Johns Volition
Still Mildly Glowing
so this is the reason why women are cranky..
RIGHT
RIGHT
welsh
Junkmaster
You guys are missing the deeper themes of the story.
God is Dog backwards
Mildly Dipped
What eh eh what. This thread is wierd. I recommend you all go and buy some Arab Strap CDs. They're one of my favourite bands, and they ONLY sing about sex, but in a really poetic, dirty way. Example:
'Sex without love is a good ride worth trying,
But love without Sex is second only to dying.
When kissing is missing,
And legs stay shut tight,
You'll hate every moment,
And dread every night.'
They are absolutely brilliant. They have songs called' Fucking Little Bastards', and an album called 'The Cunted Circus' (pun intended. Hah), though if you buy an album I recommend 'The Red Thread' (another sex reference but can't remember what it refers to).
The name Arab Strap is the name of some sex toy that porn stars use to keep a cock hard when a fluffer is missing I believe.... sincerely recommended because they're so different. They most definately mysoginistic, but that's what society needs these days in the face of today's overly feminist society (IMO of course). So much anti men crap out there it's refreshing to hear a drunken scottish band hating women but wanting sex.
'Sex without love is a good ride worth trying,
But love without Sex is second only to dying.
When kissing is missing,
And legs stay shut tight,
You'll hate every moment,
And dread every night.'
They are absolutely brilliant. They have songs called' Fucking Little Bastards', and an album called 'The Cunted Circus' (pun intended. Hah), though if you buy an album I recommend 'The Red Thread' (another sex reference but can't remember what it refers to).
The name Arab Strap is the name of some sex toy that porn stars use to keep a cock hard when a fluffer is missing I believe.... sincerely recommended because they're so different. They most definately mysoginistic, but that's what society needs these days in the face of today's overly feminist society (IMO of course). So much anti men crap out there it's refreshing to hear a drunken scottish band hating women but wanting sex.
Johns Volition
Still Mildly Glowing
what?
did I miss something?
This thread turned officially into a "lost the pont thread"
I mean... a band who sings poetically about sex.. how original...
did I miss something?
This thread turned officially into a "lost the pont thread"
I mean... a band who sings poetically about sex.. how original...
c0ldst33ltrs4u
Vault Dweller
But it's more fun this way, and besides, as long as it doesn't turn into a flame-baiting thread it's ok IMHO. And I am really looking forward to the next episode of Welsh's story. I loved the kitten song! Sweet!
calculon000
Sonny, I Watched the Vault Bein' Built!
Just in case all of you are wondering, I just read all 4.5 pages of this thread and have compiled a "topic line" of where it has gone:
Women problems
Man rules
Tampon Commercials
Anal sex
Female orgasms
Bad girlfriend experiences
Relationship advice
hypothermia
homo suggestive sleeping bag scenarios
welshs traumatic experience
welshs story part 2
welshs story part 3
a gay bar flash music video
people FINALLY realizing that the thread has been hijacked
(And people got pissed when I got off topic in the Haiti thread, jeeze)
And welsh, finish your story!!!!!!! please.....
Women problems
Man rules
Tampon Commercials
Anal sex
Female orgasms
Bad girlfriend experiences
Relationship advice
hypothermia
homo suggestive sleeping bag scenarios
welshs traumatic experience
welshs story part 2
welshs story part 3
a gay bar flash music video
people FINALLY realizing that the thread has been hijacked
(And people got pissed when I got off topic in the Haiti thread, jeeze)
And welsh, finish your story!!!!!!! please.....
John Uskglass
Venerable Relic of the Wastes
