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Gagsy
[Touch Me And I Feel On Fire]

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Posted by Gagsy - June 26th, 2010


I'm sorry I'm a bitch.

We'll talk soon. I don't know whats up with me. I've just not been myself for a while now and I'm trying to change and sometimes I feel like the internet is dragging me down more and I'm trying to get away from that, to detach myself from that, I'm not trying to detach myself from you though, really I'm not.

Also home life has been none to great recently (as usual). Me and mum just moved again, waiting for home net to come back on and then we'll talk properly. I know I should be sending you a pm not making a blog about it for everyone to see but I just want you and everyone to know that I'm a horrible person, I'm very selfish and that your friendship still means a lot to me.

I just hope I haven't damaged you with my complete lack of talking lately. I just got a lot of shit like I said and sometimes talking one on one with people on here just brings me down more, and when I feel I can't help you, can't say the right words to make you feel better it just brings my mood down too and I can't deal with that mentally right now.

I hope you don't hate me.

<3


Posted by Gagsy - June 13th, 2010


Sir Tom was getting a visitor. He never got visitors. The whole time he was in this mental hospital no one, not even his parents had bothered to visit him. He could hardly blame them. They must have been so disappointed in their son for his antics. Attempting to blow up a school? He wouldn't talk to him either.

But anyway, that wasn't the point. Today Sir Tom was getting a visitor. He had no idea who it was and he just waited on his bed starring hard at the door. Waiting. Eventually it opened and one of the staff nurses walked in and behind her in all his muscular glory was Wade Fulp, in the flesh in Toms hospital room.

The nurse introduced Wade to Tom then rambled on about safety things and left them alone. Tom could only stare at Wade dumbly, wondering why he was here. Had he come to mock Tom? To hurt Tom? To what?! He opened his mouth to ask, but found himself cut off, when Wade came rushing towards him and put his fingers over Toms mouth.

"I've been waiting for this moment Tom for a while now. Ever since you posted that topic, ever since I saw your little hand holding that canister, I've been waiting so long." Wade spoke in a rush as if he needed to get everything out.

Sir Tom dodged from Wades fingers and began to speak.

"Wade, why are you here? You're not here to hurt me are you?" Tom spoke in a pleading manner.

Wade just starred at him. His big goatee and long horse face revealing nothing.

"W-Wade?" Tom tried again. He stayed sitting on his bed just looking up at the towering figure.

He waited quietly aware that Wade must have been battling some inner demon. Finally it seemed Wades had broken out of his spell, when he shook his head gently. Tom watched with eager eyes as Wade then moved his hands. Slowly Toms eyes widened as Wade moved his fingers onto his belt and undid it. Tom swallowed hard as Wade went to unzip his jeans.

"Wade, w-what are y-you doing?"

"Shut up Sir Tom. Why don't you put your mouth to better use"

Tom didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at Wades hands. Watched as one of them slowly entered Wades jeans and started rubbing the crotch area. Tom could only watch silently as the bulge in Wades pants grew bigger. Without realising it his mouth was now slightly ajar, his lips moistening slightly as he watched Wades display.

"Do you like watching me Tom?" Wade spoke in almost a whisper as he closed his eyes enjoying the feel of himself against his hand.

All Tom could do was nod and mumble a tiny "Yes..".

"Do you want to touch me Tom?" Wade was now watching him, glaring down at Tom with that sinister look of his.

Tom opened his mouth to talk but found he couldn't. He'd never touched another man before. He dreamed of it, all those lonely nights in his room but to have one here now wanting him was too much for him to take. He just stared and nodded slowly before moving his hand forward to meet the bulge of Wades jeans.

Words were no longer needed. Wade moved his hands away and let Tom experiment with his own. Tom rubbed his palm against the bulge, feeling the warmth of Wades cock against him. He wasn't even touching it yet but he knew it was hot. His sped his hand up, feeling the bulge grow more and hearing Wade groan. Feeling more confident, Tom used his other hand to move Wades jeans down letting the man step out of them quickly before gazing amazingly at his monster cock.

Tom couldn't help but lick his lips hungrily as he noted the mass amount of curly pubes surrounding Wades big balls and juicy looking cock. Sir Tom moved his hand back to the throbbing cock and felt it quiver slightly under his touch. He moved his hand back and forth over the hot cock loving the feel of it, wanting more and more of Wade, loving how the foreskin would move with his hand. Tom could feel his own penis jerk slightly and wanted to touch himself but he was too busy pleasuring Wade.

Wade suddenly moaned loudly and fisted his palms into Toms hair.

"Suck my cock Sir Tom." His voice was raw with desire, Tom could tell.

"I-I've never done that before." Before Tom could go on further he felt Wades heavy hands pulling his face forward.

"Wade please! I'm not sure about this."

But Wade was still pulling his head towards his hard cock, and before Tom knew it his cheek was met with Wades cock. The heat touched him and Tom grasped as Wade started rocking his hips against his face, feeling the cock move against his cheek and chin slowly at first and then Wade started thrusting harder and Tom could only close his eyes as Wades hard cock rubbed over his nose and lips.

Without thinking Sir Tom parted his dry lips and that was enough for Wade who aimed his tip at the gap in Toms mouth. He slowly slid his cock against those drying lips feeling instant warmth from Tom. He thrust his cock in a little further and watched Toms mouth open wider to allow him entrance. Wade kept thrusting slowly allowing Tom time to get used to his pulsing cock in his mouth. He could feel Toms little tongue working up the courage to rub itself against the head of his penis.

"That's it Tom, suck my cock"

Wade used his hands again to force Toms face forward allowing Tom to take more of him in his mouth. Wade groaned loudly when he felt his tip bang against the back of Toms throat but his groan turned into a hiss when he felt Toms teeth scrape his skin.

"If you keep doing that Tom I'll have to punish you" Wade nearly spat out.

Sir Tom just looked up at him apologetically, his now wet lips swallowing Wades cock, and Wade felt himself go even harder as he met his eyes. He fisted Toms hair again and rocked the boy towards his dick once more, then loosened his grip when he felt Tom moving his own head back and forth, finally sucking Wade properly.

Wade once again groaned loudly as Tom sucked him off. The boy was a quick learner, better then several mods he recalled attempting to orally pleasure him before they got their modships, but now wasn't the time to be thinking of those failures but instead savour Sir Toms lush lips caressing his penis. Tom was bobbing back and forwards on his bed getting deeper with each suck on Wade. His tongue was also becoming more adventurous as it lapped up the pre-cum dribbling from the tip of Wades big cock.

His little hamster cheeks had gone all rosy from the heat of Wades sex and he gingerly moved his hands up to the base of Wades cock, stroking it while he licked and sucked. Tom moved his mouth faster feeling a bit more pre-cum drizzle out of Wades monster cock and slowly rubbed his sagging ball sack with his left hand while the right hand pumped the base of Wades cock fast.

Toms teeth accidently scrapped Wades foreskin again and Wade groans sharply at the combined effect of pleasure and pain. Tom quickly sped his actions up as an apology, sucking further into his little mouth while his left hand gently squeezed Wades hairy balls and his right hand pumped Wades aching member as fast and hard as he could.

Wade didn't last long after that and he came hard into Toms mouth almost laughing when the boy nearly choked from the sheer force of the cum hitting his throat. Wade thrust his cock further into Toms mouth releasing more and more cum. Tom attempted to swallow all the cum he could but it was hard with the pulsing cock still locked in his mouth. Cum dripped down his lips and chin as he waited for Wade to stop emptying his load into him.

When he did finally stop and removed himself from Toms mouth, Tom swallowed the remaining mess in his mouth then licked his lips before wiping his lips and chin with his hand.
Tom found himself staring down at Wades skinny pale legs, finding it hard to look up at all so focused instead of several long hairs coming out of Wades knee.

"I warned you Tom. While you've proven to be a good little cock sucker, I'm afraid you still need to be punished. So take your clothes off and it'll be over before you know it."

Tom could hear the smirk in Wades voice, he could picture his long mouth turning in a vicious smile.

Tom didn't want to disobey him, so he slowly removed his clothes leaving himself in just his Y-fronts.

Wade howled with laughter.

"I meant ALL your clothes Tom. As cute as the underwear is, remove them now!"

Tom felt his face flush with embarrassment as he slowly removed the little white Y-fronts and his tiny penis popped up. He just shook the underwear from his feet and was moving his head up to look at Wade when Wade pounced on him knocking Tom back onto his bed.

"Wade! W-what are you doing?!"

"It's time for your punishment remember? Now be a good boy and hold onto your bed bars. Do it now."

Wades voice was laced with ice and Sir Tom didn't want to make the punishment worse on himself so he held onto the bars quickly and bit his lip waiting for Wade to start the torture.

Wade just laughed his throaty laugh and leaned forward as he gripped Toms tiny penis in his large oaf like hand, laughing more when Tom squealed at the contact. Wade roughly stroked Toms penis enjoying how the youngster bucked his hips forward and bit onto his bottom lip hard. He took that moment to lean even further forward and kiss Tom hard tasting his own semen on Toms lips.

It was good.

Wade sat back on the bed and watched himself wank off Tom, just before the boy was about to cum, Wade cruelly pulled his hand away and slapped Toms arm when the youngster attempted to touch his aching penis.

"I told you to hold the bars Tom. You're being a very bad boy."

Tom smiled sheepishly before gulping and moved his hand back to the bar, trying and failing to ignore the throbbing between his legs as his penis ached for that touch that would send him cumming.

All of a sudden Wade was off the bed and grabbing something that Tom wasn't aware he'd entered with.

A briefcase.

Tom waited patiently while Wade got back on the bed and opened the case.

"Oh Tom, you're going to love this." Wade smiled his toothy grin again and turned the briefcase round to give Tom a quick glance.

Flashlights.

Dozens of them, different shapes, different sizes, different colours, just stacked in the case. Before Tom could focus on any one flashlight, Wade cruelly turned the case back towards him and removed one.

"You must know by now Tom, I love flashlights. I find them fascinating, exciting.. And I think it's about time I showed you why I like them so much." With that said Wade showed Tom the flashlight he had got out.

"This is just a little Fenix P3D torch I find great to get things started with. I think you'll like it."

Just after he finished talking, Wade ran his boney fingers down both of Toms legs, when he got to the thighs he moved his hands to behind Toms legs and pulled both of them open and up so Tom was left laying on his back with his knees bent, open wide.

"You look pretty like that Tom, pretty enough to eat.."

And with that Wade dove in, stretching Toms thighs further as he met Toms tiny asshole with his lips, kissing it. Tom held a cry in and held on tighter to the bars of his bed as Wade kissed and licked his little hole.

"W-Wade, y-your goatee, its hurting me.."

Wade paid no attention and simply drove his tongue into the centre of Toms hole, working his tongue in circular motions as he tasted every inch of his tiny bum.

He nudged his goatee in deeper causing Tom to flinch.

"You taste so fucking good Tom. I never knew a little British boy with curly blonde hair and a thing for heavy metal music and crying alone at night would taste so good. You're so tight too Tom, this little hole, it's just soooo tight."

As he spoke those last words Wade plunged his index finger deep inside Toms bum causing the lad to squeeze his eyes shut and thrust up, nearly screaming.

"Tom, I'm just getting started."

Wade was speaking in a hush again as he removed his finger and Tom could only watch in pained silence as Wade flicked his laser flashlight on and off, on and off before he placed the handle against Toms entrance gently then rubbed it against the tightness there.

Tom groaned at the sensation, he thought the feeling of Wades goatee against him was bad enough but the light was metal and felt cold and wrong touching him. It hurt and was hard. Tom opened his mouth to voice his protests but that was the moment Wade slid the flashlight deep inside Toms ass causing Tom to scream out in pain as his entrance throbbed horribly.

Wade held the flashlight still, allowing Tom time to get used to the feeling of it inside him. Finally when Toms body slacked back to the bed Wade started to move the flashlight in and out of Tom slowly, loving the way Toms little dick pricked up higher and how he moaned in half pain and pleasure with each thrust of the light in him.

Just when Tom was getting used to the feel, Wade harshly slid the flashlight out. Before Tom could find out why, he felt something else bigger and colder against his entrance.

"What is that Wade?"

"Why this Sir Tom is the Jetbeam M2S WITH an extension tube! It's bigger.. It's longer.. Mhm, it's harder Tom."

With that said Wade began teasing Toms entrance again, wiggling the flashlight against the tightness causing Tom to squirm around.

"P-Please Wade, no more. It won't fit. It's not going to go in, just plea-"

"Shut up Sir Tom. This is your punishment. You've been a bad boy. You threatened to blow up your school on MY Newgrounds. We take that kind of thing seriously. Just be glad it's me doing this to you and not my brother. Those Castle Crasher figures hurt a lot more believe me."

As Wade angrily spoke he pushed the big flashlight closer to Toms entrance until it was just squeezing in and wiggled it more causing Tom to feel intense pain.

"Ahh Wade, please no, it hurts so much-AHHHHHHH!"

Wade thrust the flashlight deep inside Toms hole pushing it as far as he could until it hit the walls of Sir Toms tiny asshole. Tom cried out, his eyes stinging with tears. It hurt so much, like it was breaking him in half. He squeezed on tighter to the bed bars in the hope it would take the pain away but the moment Wade moved the flashlight in and out he could feel nothing but sharp daggers running up his backside.

He cried out again and again with each thrust of the large flashlight, feeling Wade speed it up.

"Does it feel good Tom? Doesn't it feel grand to have this big instrument inside of you? Weaving in and out of you?"

Wade plunged the flashlight in further still and Tom screamed when he felt it hit something deep inside him. Wade continued to pound the flashlight inside him and hitting this spot that caused Tom extreme amounts of pain of pleasure. His screams had turned to moans and he hitched a breath when he felt Wades long fingers surrounding his cock again and Wade pumped him while he pumped his ass with the flashlight.

Seconds later Tom felt a huge orgasm ramble through him and he came hard into Wades hand as the older man rubbed his thumb over Toms tip.

He squirted several times before his body fell limp against the bed and Wade slowly removed the flashlight from inside him. Tom opened his eyes slowly, savouring the sight of Wade Fulp licking cum off his fingers, even getting some caught in his goatee before licking the ass juice off the big flashlight. Tom felt a shudder go through him when he noted the size of the flashlight and wondered how it fit in him at all. He could still feel it now inside him minutes after it was removed. He waited for Wade to finish sucking the juices off, appreciating the view of the tall man.

Finally Wade finished and placed both flashlights back with the others. He stood up from the bed and pulled his own pants back on and finally turned his eyes back to Tom, who was starting to feel a bit nervous now.

"I got a flight to catch. Good luck with the trial Tom. I hope you can return to Newgrounds one day and I'll show you the rest of my flashlight collection."

With that said Wade went to leave the room but turned back round to look at Tom again.

"I think I heard on the way in that you got some more visitors so I'd get dressed if I were you."

"That won't be necessary Wade!"

Wade and Tom both looked at the door at the new voice and was greeted by a very bald man with a stunning beard of his own and some very thick framed glasses.

"Me and my friend dickhead will take it from here!"

"Hey, it's DECKhead, not dickhead! How many times Rig?!" A tall lanky man said who was now leaning his head around the door behind Rig.

"Now it's aboot time we had OUR fun with Sir Tom. If he's lucky I'll let him stroke... my cat." Rig said before pulling his standard photoshop grin causing he and deckheadtottie to start laughing amongst themselves while Wade and Tom just exchanged a nervous glance to each other.

All Wade could say was;

"Oh snap."

THE END


Posted by Gagsy - June 9th, 2010


Nothing to see here, move along 3:


Posted by Gagsy - May 25th, 2010


Seriously, he is the best tv character ever. Certainly up there with the likes of Del Boy Trotter and Homer Simpson.

If you haven't seen the show Life On Mars (not the shitty US version) and Ashes To Ashes then you should. Great storyline, great characters and great music. The most memorable shows from the 00's I'd say.

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Also someone buy me this t-shirt please, k thanks.

Goodbye Gene Hunt!


Posted by Gagsy - April 30th, 2010


Seriously, I don't know why I make them. I've been tempted more than once to just delete them all but some blogs which I kept mean something as they were actually good ones I felt I made. Well not so much good but like I don't want to delete a blog about my dead hamsters or my adoring nephew.

So what do I do? Keep making terrible blogs, where I'm not sure if I should be serious Gagsy, joke Gagsy, depressed Gagsy, or in the mood for music Gagsy (which all equal boring Gagsy btw).

So I thought I'd just make a blog about blogs, because this hopefully will be my last blog for a long time. I just hate keeping up with them. Don't get me wrong it's nice to recieve comments when I do, but I guess I don't know actually. I would say that I like to keep things private but that's bullshit, I share everything with NG, maybe it boils down to some social inability of mine. Let's just say that it is and call it quits.

<3


Posted by Gagsy - April 29th, 2010


Seriously.

Though I don't mean little princess type girls who just have and want everything in life. We all know about those spoilt brats.


Posted by Gagsy - April 27th, 2010


I could probably make this into a topic but I don't need dozens of comments from kids thinking I'm on my period or something, so you know, be warned.

This thought of mine comes from my revisit to Stickam the other night. I actually had fun talking to Slap and Freaki and everything was just nice for a change, the usual banter was too present which helps the laughs still.

Anyway, a typical Stickam randomer guy comes on. Big mouth, nothing else. He pipes up on his mic to Slap "You're in here talking to fat bitches". I was on cam at the time, so obviously knew who the comment was directed at. I don't run and hide online, not like I do irl, so I sat there just listening to this twit talking, then when I started speaking, I got a load of shit from this guy, of course about my weight. I play along like I always do until I had enough of him and rightly kicked him.

Then I was thinking later about how I see this kind of behavior from the NG users too. Whenever a random girl enters the Stickam room, if she's not that good looking she'll get slated straight away. The girl doesn't even have to talk before the usual males are there trying to upset/anger/troll her, and if she's good looking? Well everyone will just ask for tits, or insult her for being vain or some shit.

I mean, I get it all the time. I'm used to it, even when it's from NGers I know on somewhat of a personal level, I still get the digs and the jokes, and eventually enough of them wear down on you, and I ask myself; Is it JUST because I'm fat? I don't think I'm a bad person, or THAT bad a person. Sure I'm a big moral fag sometimes but am I that much of a horrible person that people - people I have generally gotten along with see me as nothing but a fat waste who they have some right to just laugh about as if I'm nothing more then body fat?

Seriously I'd love to know.

So anyway. I wonder, why do boys do this? Us girls are generally much less driven by looks. We'll give anyone the time of day to talk before we openly mock or judge them. Unless of course the girl who is doing the judging is a total bitch, but most of us actually aren't. Some are just too sheltered and naive and too damn pretty to see anything beyond their own reflection. This works for guys too though.

So why do guys judge firstly and mostly on looks alone, yet girls will tend to listen first and be more accepting of that guy as long as they aren't a total dickhead or something.

What gives average looking males the right to judge solely on the looks and usually in a negative fashion before a girl can even talk? And even after she's proven that she is a person to still get the same amount of shit back?

If being skinny means I'd start treating people of different weight badly just because I'd be skinner, then I guess this is the one time I'm glad to be who I am.


Posted by Gagsy - April 18th, 2010


I never actually quite realised exactly how good Elvis was until today. I mean, the man obviously had a great singing voice, unquestionable. I guess I never really properly listened to him and watched him, until today when a song of his that I hadn't heard in years came on the radio;

If I Can Dream

After it finished, I had to youtube it and watch the video and finally saw how good of a performer Elvis really was and I just felt so convinced by his performance in this song, as if he gave everything for it and it shows. So now I'm off to listen to his greatest hits and enjoy the legend that was Elvis Presley, because he truly was The King.

Besides, what a beautiful song.

And while I can think
While I can walk
While I can stand
While I can talk
While I can dream
Please let my dream
Come true
Right now

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Posted by Gagsy - April 13th, 2010


That no one knows the ways of
Where the land is low is
Where the bones'll show through

Lonely little love dog
That no one knows the days of
Where the land is low is
Where the water flows to
And holds you.

Lonely little love dog


Posted by Gagsy - April 8th, 2010


But I don't know what about, so I'm just going to keep typing, because I think that is the best way to get things out. You know just by talking, or in my case typing. Thinking can be bad so it's best just to go with the flow, just talk away and let your real feelings out. Seriously you should try it. Just type and don't stop until you know you're done. Don't think, type.

As for my 'melodramatic' blog. I don't know, I'm just feeling so self-loathing again. Money is tight, I'm still at my job I hate, I still have nothing much going for me in my life, certainly I don't when it comes to me, myself. The good things I have going are just a few relationships with certain people and even my ever faithful dog.

It's not brilliant, though sure I am well aware that I have it luckier then people in certain parts of the world. But I'm not them, I can't pretend to be them.

I want more. More of what? I don't even fucking know. Just more then I have, more then I am.

BTW Twilight I am aware that I'm using 'then' incorrectly but I'm just typing, and 'then' flows easier on my fingers and I don't care :(

So yeah, I don't know what to do, and I know the best thing to do is to sort myself out, change my life, blah blah, but I just can't. Lord knows I've tried and failed, too many times. I seem to walk around with a dark cloud above my head, which probably suits me anyway. I do love me some doom and gloom.

And that is me in a nutshell. Doom and fucking gloom.

I just wrote a few paragraphs about something a little scary, then I realised how insane I would look so just deleted it all. Why am I telling you this? I don't know. Why am I not telling you this? I don't know.

I'm just not all there sometimes. I can be wicked, I can be cruel, I can be nice, I can be your best friend. I can be anything, but I'm not anything I claim to be.

I'M AN ENIGMA WRAPPED IN A RIDDLE SURROUNDED BY FAT.

I won a mug the other day on Magic FM, that was a good moment for me. I imagine I'll break the mug somehow so that my moment of little joy will die like everything else in my life.

I hate me.

You should hate me too. Seriously, I mean that. If you do already then good for you, because you're right to. I'm a horrible person who offers nothing to this world besides ugliness. I don't want your attention. Find someone else on here to love, to praise. I don't want that.

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I told my mother the other night that I was going to kill myself when my dog died. I don't know why and I don't know if I was serious but it was something I've thought about before. She was drinking and being annoying so I told her this, she just told me to not be silly or something and I know that it's silly but it's something I can't stop thinking about.

I hate death but I seem to crave it.

The only shop I look into when I walk down the main road is the funeral directors. Why? I don't even know. It's not like they put dead bodies in the window, just different headstone types and fonts, but I keep looking.

God I have issues.

Sorry for this shit.

I should get back to appreciating good looking men.

/self pity