Who’s
Chris Geary ? (last updated 19th
May 2008)
Born in Bournemouth (
My boyfriend is Erick De Chavez,
we met at a DTPM party
during London Pride (3rd July 2004). When I first saw him I was “wow who is
that”… he just had these tiny little denim shorts, cute smile and amazing abs.
We started hanging out together, 1 month later we were boyfriends. Click Here to see the first photo I ever took of him at
London Pride, its very special.
Hobbies of
mine include rugby, gym, cycling, wrestling and swimming. I also enjoy
photography and video editing, so maintaining this web site also takes up a lot
of my spare time. When I lived in Bristol I played rugby union for 8 years,
then when I moved to London in 2005 I started playing Rugby League (April -
August) as well as the Rugby Union (September - April), so now play all year
round. Playing back row, number 8 is my preferred position in
My education
after leaving Chewton
Mendip Primary school, was at Wells
Blue School, then to The Kings of Wessex School in Cheddar.
After leaving high school, I took a 3 year National Diploma course in
agricultural based business management at
After getting my National Diploma I went on to work as a herdsman for a
year at a farm in Crewkerne
near
At
20 years old my computer knowledge was getting much better. I wasn’t really
ever into playing games, I use to just spend all of my spare time learning
about how it operates. The long hours and lack of civilisation in farming
eventually made me decide to give it up and move to Bristol, to work as a
computer salesman. I really enjoyed the change in the winter months but missed
the fresh, outdoor lifestyle during the summer.
In March 1997 (when I was just 20 years old) I took out a mortgage and
bought a 2 bedroom house near the centre of Bristol
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Now I work as the managing director of my own I.T. business, along with
my second job (although I wouldn’t really call it real work) of property
investment. I also have several adult web sites that generate a small amount of money, plus
I work freelance for various publications such as Bent Magazine supplying event photos, organising model
shoots, editing images, writing reviews and articles etc. Another job which
works really well along side my media work is running a go-go
dance agency, supplying go-go boys, drag queens and male strippers to various
nightclubs and events across Britain, sometimes even internationally.
Ever since I was a child I’ve always had my own dog. My last dog “Will”
was a black
Here's a few photos from my childhood years, click on them for a better
look...
Other old photos taken from between 1997
- 2002:
Gallery1 Gallery2 Gallery3 Gallery4
Pectus Carinatum (pigeon chest)
I suffer from a deformity of the chest wall in which
there is an outward bowing of the sternum. The photos above show what I’d look
like if I didn’t have big chest muscles; this was one of the main reason that
made me start going to the gym when I was 21. As a child I was very self
conscious of it and never took my shirt off or walked around topless. I use to
hate swimming lessons and taking group showers at school because of the
abnormal look of my chest and the teasing I get from my classmates. Most people
have a little concave bit in the centre of their chest, while mine points right
out and is called a “pigeon chest” or Pectus Carinatum. Although I really enjoy going to the gym,
it is also done to help hide the pigeon chest. The chest muscles either side of
the lump take away the odd appearance. It doesn’t bother me anymore.
My First Time
I suppose looking back through my life I've always known I was fully gay
but it was hard to accept at first. When I was younger I would have done
anything to be straight and "normal" because I was brought up in a
society, as I'm sure a lot of people are, to think that you would automatically
be heterosexual. Not being taught about gay issues or how to deal with a gay
lifestyle is difficult and leaves you very troubled and lonely. Living in the
countryside didn't help with the issue either, as rural life is still very
traditional in its own sort of way. As I got older I realised that I fancied the
boys instead of the girls, and couldn't understand why, and didn't know what to
do. I'm not close to my parents, so didn't have anyone I felt comfortable to be
able to talk to. I just bottled it up inside me.
When I left home at 16 to go to college, my parents were glad to get rid
of me, and even told me so to my face. I will always remember the weekend I’d
spent 4 hours cycling home from my college to go home and my mum turned around
to me and said ”what are you doing back here, we are paying for your college
accommodation, your not welcome here anymore”. We aren't a close family: never
going away on family holidays, often arguing and my dad hardly ever used to
speak to me unless it was to tell me off. I'll always remember him occasionally
whipping me with a horse whip when I'd done something wrong. OK I wasn't a
perfect child, but don't consider myself any worse than an average teenage boy.
Not that I'll ever have kids, but if I did, I would never hit them or use
violence on them under any circumstances. I've also got an older sister, and
she could never do anything wrong in my dads eyes. She was always that one step
better than me; my dad would do anything for her and it gave me the feeling
that I was the son that they never wanted. In my younger teenage years I use to
get so depressed that I often used to think about ways to commit suicide. It
was only the love of my dog that stopped me, looking back now I'm so glad that
I didn't, life has so much more to offer. If there's one thing in the world
that I could change about my life, if I could, it would be to have genuine
loving parents that I was close to. I now live life to the full and learnt that
being gay is not an obstacle but something to be proud of, with many fantastic
opportunities and advantages. If I was to be born again I’d want to be gay
again.
When
at college, I did the done thing and slept with a girl for the first time. I
remember getting an erection with the excitement of being touched, but couldn't
get sexually aroused by the female body, nor could I go the full way without
fantasising about being with a bloke while I was with her. By the time I
reached 18, I was getting really desperate to make sexual contact with another
man and find out what it was like to hold another bloke in my arms. The first
contact I made was through a gay chat-&-date line. When I first rang it I
was really nervous yet excited to actually hear the voice of another gay
person. It wasn't long before a local man who was on the line invited me round
to his home.
I drove round and remember being extremely tense and cautious. As I
approached his house, he opened the door and invited me in. After making a cup
of tea, we sat on the sofa together and he put on a porno film. I was really
wide eyed by it, as I'd never seen anything like it before. After a while he
reached across and put his hand on my leg. "Is that okay?" he asked,
"Yeah", I replied, pretending I hadn't noticed. I had a huge heat
surge through my body and my heart was beating furiously. He couldn't have not
noticed the bulge which was appearing in my tracksuit bottoms. I sat really
still, grasping the mug of tea and focused on the video. He slowly slid his
hand up my leg and onto my crotch, giving it a squeeze. I remember him saying
"who's a big boy then?" and I gave him a small but shy smile at him.
Putting down the tea, I stood up and he pulled down my tracksuit bottoms to
reveal my white briefs, stretched tight from my erection underneath. I let him
feel it through my pants for a while, his hand gently wanking me through my
briefs. He moved his hands down and groped my balls, slightly touching them
with his fingertips through the gap at the side of my pants, which had appeared
under the strain of my erection. I was really aroused - more than I'd ever been
in my entire life! It was amazing to think another bloke was touching me, male
to male.
He looked up at me from the sofa and said "lets have a look
then", with a cheeky grin on his face. He gently slid his hands inside my
briefs onto my bum, and slowly pulled them down, feeling the curve of my arse
as he did. My cock then suddenly sprung out into his face, standing to
attention with military precision. He leant forward and carefully licked the
end with his warm tongue. Reaching up, he then grasped it, slowly pulled back
the foreskin.
The rest I'll leave to your imagination…
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