Wet Dreams And Jacking Off!

Pitchouli OilOr should that be Jilling off to Jack? 

The new series “Torchwood” started this Sunday on the BBC.  At first I wasn’t that bothered about watching but after seeing the first…I’m hooked.  Captain Jack, take me, take me now.  Yes the series has great story lines and special effects but that is not why I shall be glued to my screen every Sunday evening for the next 13 weeks.  Oooh 13 weeks….

Anyway.  Where was I?  You probably guessed by now that I have a slight crush on Captain Jack, no correct that, I would like to fuck his brains out.  Or at least objectify him sexual when masturbating.  Do you want to see who I am talking about?  Ok, here he is.

Captain JackThis is actor John Barrowman and I think I’m in lust with him.  After seeing him in his greatcoat the other night I haven’t been able to stop myself from reflecting back to my rock chick days.  A lot of the guys wore greatcoats (l loved the grey ones) or plain olive combat type jackets.

Most of my nights were spent in cellar rock dens where you drank Newcastle Brown Ale straight from the bottle.  These pubs were usually crammed full of leather clad bikers and rockers.  Music turned up to number 11 just below the stage where your ears bleed.  The one I frequented most often had it’s own DJ so you could request your favourite tracks.

It was in the ladies toilet that I first saw too girls kissing in public, at the sinks.  One was sat on the vanity unit, the other was between her open legs.  Undeterred I washed my hands and watched with interest in the mirror.

I had to resort to takin a pee in the gents toilet one busy night.  There was a queue for the ladies toilets one Saturday night which stretched up the stairs and out in to the street.  No way could I wait that long to take a pee.  This girl goes just once or twice in an evening (I have a capacious bladder) and when I have to go, I have to go.

My friend and I waited until the last guy we had seen enter the gent toilets, left.  Then I walked in and was greeted with the most disgusting smell of stale urine.  Annette my friend kept guard on the door.  Taking my life in my own hands I walked past the urinal and into one of the stalls.  I did my pee whilst doing the girlie squat and hover and left.  It wasn’t worth washing your hands looking at the state of the sinks, you would be dirtying them rather than cleaning them.

When I walked out there were several bemused guys stood outside waiting to go in.  Never let anyone try and tell me that there was no courtesy back then.  I said thanks to them and then made for the bar.  I only ever did that once after.  The next time I wasn’t so lucky.  Or maybe I was I didn’t look.  😀  I came out of the cubicle to see a guy at the trough taking a leak.  I walked swiftly past him, trying not to catch his eye and glowing ever so slightly.

We always stood next to the pinball machine just under one of the speakers.  I lost some right money on that game but it was so bloody addictive.  But the top of the pinball machine came in handy for placing your bottles and cigs on.

Those were the days.  When I would get turned on at the sight of a guy with torn oil stained jeans and a black leather jacket peppered with badges, studs and beer mats.  Never liked the smell of Patchouli oil and it was a must wear for the rock chick in those days.  To me it smelled like composting garden waste.  I must confess I did have a particular weakness for tall guys in greatcoats, I like the way they flare out when the guy struts.  Giving the appearance of power.

One of my boyfriends had one on the night we met.  I don’t think you would be too surprised to know that I asked him to fuck me wearing that coat.  It kept both of us warm as he opened his flies pulled out his cock, lifted my skirt up and took me from behind.  He placed his arms around my waist pulling me back in to his groin and wrapped his coat around us both like a bats wings.  It was a good job that nobody was out walking their dog that cold November night.  🙂  We had just been to a firework party and couldn’t wait.  😉

I had something go off inside me that night I can tell you.

14 thoughts on “Wet Dreams And Jacking Off!

  1. mmmmm….patchouli!!!

    You mentioning fireworks reminded me that it’s nearly Guy Fawkes’ night. Haven’t been to a Guy Fawkes bonfire for years. God, how I miss that!!

  2. I love Captain Jack too- over here in Oz we’re only just finishing up the second series of the new Dr just now- my Son and I are hooked, tho I prefer Chris Eccleston as the Dr.

    And I’d fuck Captain Jack anyday also Suze- but with Rose apparently going from the series (according to the net)-just Who will be the lucky girl who gets to , I wonder?

    PS- Those men’s toilets sure bring back memories for me, too!

  3. heyyy guysss i was just wondering how come the HNT’s are always suze..not that i dont like to see suze i would just be interesting in seeing a little bit of alex!!:P

  4. Ok, here is the deal. If you going to use the mens room, proper manners to use the urinal if one must pee. Fair is fair after all..:) Agrah and I were at a concert once…..think it was “puddle of mud”, and a similar situation, long lines..etc.

    2 gals had managed to take advantage of the mens room, though it was rather occupied. both went into a stall, one to gaurd the door, the other to use the pot. I only mention this, because at that moment, the purpose of my visit there was not to pee………..2 stalls, 8 urinals….math..lolol

  5. Captain Jack hasn’t shown up in the U.S. yet, as far as I know, but he’ll be here eventually if he generates strong ratings over there. You’re right, Suze, how could he miss?

    Peeing in the men’s room . . . yes, I’ve done that. When you gotta go . . . Like you, I didn’t have any trouble with the men, they were all gentlemen.

    Yes, I love a man in a greatcoat too! Of course Hardin has a nice gray one. I can’t recall fucking while he was wearing it, but we did get it on once when I was wearing one of my furs. Winter rules . . .

  6. D’you remember watching John Barrowman on the Ice Dancing show, Suze? God he looks good in spandex. Though I got the impression he’s gay – nothing to do with the outfits!

    But, as Captain Jack – oh yes….yes….yes….completely and utterly fuckable! Ooops – got a bit carried away there 🙂

  7. Oh boy that brought back memories!

    I spent my youth in very similar dens. Never had a greatcoat though. Sounds like I missed out!

    I’m afraid John Barrowman is indeed gay, but Captain Jack is definitely Poly.

    Your American guests can catch him in a few epsiodes of last years’ season of Doctor Who, by the way.

  8. Wet dreams and jacking off! Two of my favorite things in the world…except I do so much of the latter that I seldom have any of the former…if you know what I mean and I think you do!

  9. FC, I shall be going to one and setting off fireworks at the weekend hopefully.

    RN, perhaps we can share. In this new series he is the leading character and at the moment he doesn’t have a love interest or fuck buddy. So…

    Nikki, he would for sure.

    DG, welcome over here. You can join the queue. Lol

    Kayla, you haven’t been paying attention, Alex has done a few of them and there could be more to cum. 😉

    Mr Zig, my aim is not that good. 😀

    Cherrie, now how did I know that Hardin would have one too. 😉

    Mrs Zig, I so glad. I try my best.

    Sky, I missed him on the ice…did you just say in spandex. OMG, I’m swooning. You just left me with a wonderful image. 🙂

    Fitz, Oh no, I suspected as much. Well if he ever changed his mind…

    Miss U, it’s one you don’t forget in a hurry.

    Mike, I do you naughty man. Stop by again.

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