To keep this community service alive please donate to Nifty archives
Any feedback appreciated
Simon had burst into public consciousness in 1999 when he had played the cute blonde 19year old lad on a groundbreaking TV drama about the lives and loves of gay men in Britain. He became an overnight sensation, beloved by legions of both male and female fans. Off screen he was just as permissive as his on-screen persona, but lacked any of his character's warmth, charm and decency. In fact he was the very avatar of a promiscuous scene bitch; vain, nasty, and unnecessarily cruel.
He banged his way through much of the early `00s as a living cascade of spunk and insults. By the 10s however, his act was wearing thin, the parts were drying up, and he was losing his looks accordingly.
In 2023 he was a washed up, washed out 43year pariah will a beer belly, a drink problem, thinning hair and careerless. His libido however hasn't got the memo. He still craved the fit young studs he had gotten used to in his own youth and beauty. They were becoming vanishingly rare catches for him these days. This following incident being one such exception.
Simon headed down the Duck. An old trawling spot from his pre-celebrity days. Still, it was one of the few pubs on the scene that he could get quietly pissed in without worrying about making too much of an arse of himself. Everyone in there was an alcho. No-one gave a shit if he ended up puking in the Jax, or groping some newbie lad, or generally flushing his dignity down the toilet. It was a place to get hammered on a Tuesday afternoon when everyone else was busy in their day jobs. Nobody would bother him. And the canal bank park was just around the corner. An infamous, though largely untroubled cruising spot.
Simon entered the Duck, sure-footed, if visibly irritable. After a few vodkas, this stability had gone the way of the dodo. He flopped into the smoking area outback. From here the canal park was a convenient 1minuite stumble through the lanes. He leaned against the sticky outdoor table , lit a smoke, and was set to drift off into a reverie of self-pity when he spotted him; a hot young scally-type. Fresh-faced, good body, fit ass. This chav looked about 19. He had slightly middle eastern features. Nice. Just Simon's type in fact. And the bloke was eyeing Simon up too. Certainly he was. Excellent, thought Simon. I could do with a good hard fuck right now with a sexy young chav like this.
Knocking back his drink, Simon stumbled gracelessly towards the trees. He was sure this guy was going to follow. He made his way to the low wall on the canal bank where it was still deep in the shelter of the trees. This was where the action usually took place. There was no one around. Good. Simon would have the lad all to himself without any other old queens interfering or uninvitedly enjoying the spectacle of his aging celebrity cock and arse engaging with some fresh bussy. Reaching the wall, Simon let down his jocks just enough to expose his ass and dick. With this latter cupped, ready to display, he waited for the lad.
He came. This chav knew exactly what the score was. Without making eye-contact, he headed into the bushes just opposite, but out of the line of sight from where Simon was. Simons cock was beginning to harden in anticipation. His breathing got heavier. He was aching to get that beautiful young scally ass. He stumbled into the bushes after him.
The boy wasn't in sight. Simon looked around in frustration. Then the voice came from behind him.
"I know who you fucking are, man" came the lads cheeky address " you were in that gay show that aired a few years before I was born. What's the deal now, Simon? You just some dirty old perv looking for a lads arse?"
Ryan was briefly taken aback. He didn't know whether his pride was stung or his dick was even more enthusiastic. He was fucking Simon X! He had been every schoolgirl's (and quite a few schoolboy's ) dream. He was ....
"alright, man. I won't make you beg. But you better listen. I want my fun too. I could get any hot fucking jock or twink, but I'm gonna play with you. You're lucky. Now get on your knees."
Simon, swimming in drunkenness as he was, acquiesced. The lad came out from behind Simon. He flashed a meaty lad-package right in Simon's face. Simon was almost salivating.
"So you like this, do ye?" the chav pushed his semi-erect tool towards Simon's mouth, pulling it away before Simon could get his lips around it. " Can't see how you get much of this these days. You're disgusting, man! Flabby fucking old perv. Me ma used to be a fan back in the day. I wonder what she'd think seeing you an' me now! Ha!"
Simon didn't bother replying. He was totally enthralled.
"i bet you like this even more" the lad turned, pulled his jocks down further revealing his deliciously pert, white young arse. He was wearing a black jock-strap. The scent of sweat wafted up Simon's nose. His dick seeped pre-cum.
"well you can get it, but first, get all your kit off so I can have a good look at you"
Simon obeyed.
"Jeez, man!" mocked the chav when Simon had finished and was now on his hands and knees stark bollock naked in front of him "hope I look better than that at your age! Fuck man. You're a pink, smelly ol' pig, aren't ya? Have some of this while I make an inspection" he produced a bottle of poppers and dumped it in front of Simon, who picking it up took a deep whiff. His head swam. He felt the excited energy swell to his cock and ass. The chav went around back and knelt at Simon's ass. He grabbed Simon ass cheeks and shook them " hey! Piggy's got a blubber butt!" he scorned, humiliating Simon sagging backside. Simon unintentionally farted.
"Whoo! Stinky fucking pig!" chided the lad, as he smacked Simon's quivering cheeks. Simon wailed. "Go on, scream again piggy! Beg me to smack you again!" The lad didn't wait. This time he went full force with a stinging smack. Simon moaned. The lad got up and came back around front. "How would you like that, eh? You like lads farting in your face? Go on then. Try this" the lad squatted and let a long stinking fart right into Simon's face. Simon spluttered and wailed again. " Just for that, your gonna get wet man" was the lad's response
Before Simon could object, the lad pointed his hefty donger and let a stream of steaming, pungent piss right in Simon's face. Simon coughed and spluttered. He'd never been treated like this before. Never been so humiliated. Here he was, once a pin-up for millions of adoring fans both female and male, now on his dirty hands and knees in the undergrowth of the local park cruising ground, half-cut, stinking of booze and fags, aching, dripping for a shot at the arse of this hot lad who wasn't even born when Simon was gracing the TV screens of millions of British viewers How embarrassing! And how he was actually beginning to enjoy it.
`alright, dude. Time for dinner. Get a whiff of this". The lad turned, spread his legs, and gripping Simon's head, shoved his face into his waiting boyhole. Simon finally got what he was desperate for. With his right arm, he furiously worked away on his own dick, while with the left, he reached around and started pumping the lads, all the while slurping at this sizzlingly gorgeous young asshole. It wasn't long before he came. The lad then turned and rained his hot man cream right down into Simon face.
When it was done, the lad smiled. He gave Simon a cheeky kiss, and told him he'd be here for him again this time next week.
Simon panted like a dog. As he slowly picked himself up and dressed himself, two things struck him;
Sheesh! How sweet that humiliation had been.
And double sheesh! How lucky he was that the little fucker didn't pack an iphone!!