Who’s
Chris Geary ? (last updated May
2010)
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 running with my dog. 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 once I moved to London in 2005 I started playing Rugby League
(which is a summer sport from May - August) as well as the Rugby Union (a
winter sport from 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. 677grt4t4t
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 the UK and 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 got 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 my pigeon chest. The chest muscles either side of
the lump take away the odd appearance. It doesn’t bother me anymore.
Realising I was gay...
I suppose looking back through my life I've always known I was 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 and kept it to myself.
As a very young child I was closer to my mum. I was never really that close to my dad, especially as I reached my teenage years, if anything I was sort of frightened of him. He was the one that disciplined me, sometime occasionally whipping me with a horse whip when I'd done something wrong. Ok it was only lightly, but it was enough to remember him as my enemy rather than a loving father. He didn't speak much to me either, unless it was to tell me off. Its strange how small things like that stick in your mind. When I left home at 16 to go to college, my parents seemed glad to get rid of me. I will always remember the weekend I’d spent 4 hours cycling 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”. It was upsetting, at 16 yes your an adult, but that doesn't mean you don't need your parents support and love. Its something that should be a life long thing in the ideal world.
OK I wasn't a perfect child, but don't consider myself any worse than an
average teenage boy. 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 contact with another gay guy
and find out what it was like to hold a bloke in my arms. I wasn't interested
in intercourse, just to sexually touch and play with another man. The internet
back in those days wasn't available like it is today. The first contact I made
was through a gay chat-&-date phone 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 a gay porn film 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. 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.
That was my first time, the rest I'll leave to
your imagination…
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