opposites attract. you know it. i know it. paula abdul knows it.
i was born a blonde. as a toddler, my hair was blinding white, and as a boy it darkened to a bearable blonde. on a school excursion in the late 1980s, our school bus parked up on the hill that looked out over our fine nation's capital, Canberra. this was a popular spot for tourists, fuck knows why, all you could see it the uninspired nothingness Canberra has to offer. another bus pulled up beside our school troop and a sea of overjoyed asian tourists spilled out. for some reason they were impressed with the view of this shitty city, but not as impressed as they were by blonde hair. my classmate, Sarah, and i were quickly snatched by the group and forced to pose in their photos. our supervising teacher gave in to the sheer abundance of smiles that grew on the faces of the tourists. once they had two bright blonde aussie children posing as little defiant rowboats in their tsunami of shiny black hair. i was a little traumatised and ran away after a few pictures. Sarah was not so lucky. not only did she have blonde hair but she had sparkling blue eyes. she was worth so much more than me with my dirty green peepers.
i hated being blonde. as i got into my late teens, i just shaved the fucking shit off. thankfully the hair that grew on my body was darker. when my chest hair sprouted in my early 20s it was mousey brown. ahh, sweet relief!
but the hair that had grown on my arms and legs was cursed to stay blonde. as was the hair that grew on my arse (i had a furry arse by the age of 13). it never darkened. most of the time i can slip by unnoticed, but if ever i'm caught in full sunlight my blonde hairs sparkle and shimmer like golden fleece blowing in the breeze. since i live in Australia, that means i'm in full sunlight 365 fucking days a year! i love the beach so when ever i run to the surf i have a haze of glitter twinkling all around my limbs.
it's sickening! what was even scarier, when i grew a beard, it turned ginger. i was an undercover 'ranga after all
some people love blondes. so throw in a bit of a ginger beard and some men go crazy! in particular asian, mediterranian, arab and middle eastern men. so i get a fair few clients of that description. it's mostly asian clients that i have. more often than not want to be dominated, bullied, savaged and rammed by white bread aussie cock. white bread or in-bred? - i often confuse the two personas.
generally, i'm not really sexually attracted to asian guys. so there you go. i'm a sexual racist. but you already knew that from my anti-douchebags of grindr rant. i'm also not attracted to blonde guys either so most scandinavian races are out too (but that's okay to hate them from my 'position of privilege' because they're white, right?), apparently to many people who target sexual racism, it seems to be okay if you aren't attracted to certain races, you just aren't allowed to publicise it. that makes no sense to me at all.
"i get a lot of 'rice queens' who want me to play the submissive giggly asian boy. but… ew…" said an asian* friend of mine said many years ago, "all you white guys smell like egg and sour milk to me!" it was great to hear things from his side. he had an unbiased view of the posturing and politics gay men play into. an very smart man with an enviable wit that would have you having on every wise ass comment he said
yet, in the work situation my attractions aren't important. a hole is a hole and every hole is a goal… or a paycheque. so when it comes to asian clients, personally, i love it! they're short. they're generally fit, thin and light. they're strongly built little dudes that you can just pick up with one hand and fuck the guts out of them. little asses so tight you can almost hear that ass-ring of muscle pop as your slip big white cock in. like a good ol' toyota hilux, you can fuck the guts out them and they don't break like so many of them sissy white boys do.
plus, they love the act. 'oh, me so horny!' unfortunately can be a pretty accurate representation of how many behave. is it for their benefit? is it for mine? is it even real? who cares. all verbal is good and it's great fun to watch!
so now with my new beefy hairy blonde arse i had become a magnet for asian tops. thankfully for my tight ass these guys generally aren't overly hung, but they sure make up for it and really put on a show. it's like they are trying to impress me. i was twice the size of many of them, so it was a bit like getting fucked by a jack russell (i would imagine…
…and, oh my, have i imagined that scenario. lost and lonely on a dark and stormy night, a fair gent like myself wanders into the lost dogs home and having to rely on the kindness of strangers. one by one they take me into their kennel. sharing their kibble with me. together we gnaw on a bone. ever nibbling closer until his wet nose touches my dry cheeks. his meaty breath on my neck. his paw lovingly caresses my face. we embrace…
ahem… i imagine….)
all these asian muscle tops seemed to appear from everywhere. one guy came around late on a sunday night. a little wired and wanted to pound some white hairy ass. pausing every now and then to suck on his crack pipe while i knocked back a few beers
bang! bang! bang! rubbing the blonde hair on my arms
it's 1 am. "can we go another hour?"
"sure"
bang! bang! bang! rubbing the blonde hair on my legs
it's 2 am. "can we go another hour?"
"mmm sure"
bang! bang! bang! rubbing the blonde hair on my ass
it's 3am "can we go another hour?"
"ummm.. okay"
bang! bang! bang! grabbing my ginger beard
it's 3:59am "can we go another hour?"
"no. "
i see that same guy a lot. he's a great guy. often stops in the middle of the night and orders a huge steak each from room service, i usually end up eating both. i'm like his big chia pet for the night, he keeps me feed and watered to keep that blonde hair sprouting.
i saw a new guy just a few weeks back. in an enormous house on Sydney Harbour. it was a stressful day and did not trust my equipment to function at it's best. so i viagra-ed myself up so much my cock could have knock a glory hole through the inch thick glass wall of his shower recess. i was ready to fuck anything, then WHAM the little guy throws me face down. i get a lovely view of the harbour bridge and opera house while he rammed the shit out of me.
is it opposites attract? or is there a touch of racial revenge in fucking the ass off a white guy? i reckon i would enjoy it if they smacked me around, spat on me shouting "fucking take it, you white cunt!"
who gives a fuck. you're reading too much into it. it's just sex. and it's fun
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