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Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Who is the hottest in town?

On tuesday i had nothing to do...nothing at all...so what i did i was going through a portfolio link sent by one of my friend...well it was energizing...atlast the goal has been achieved for the day...i know you guys have been waiting and biting your finger nails and doing nothing, so thought of giving some work to your brain and other parts (lol)...here is the pictures of upcoming models...after gone through these pictures there are some do's and dont's

  1. Dont ask me their contact details...people, get life
  2. Dont ask me to post their cock or ass pictures etc...sorry, i dont have
  3. Dont start cursing me like iam sexually or beauty obsessed etc
  4. Dont start criticizing about these models, they are not going to read your comments anyway
  5. Dont tell me that i look better than these guys, im embarassed













Thursday, May 14, 2009

Boys dont cry

Last evening i was preparing myself to take rest at home, watch some classical movies, play some music, do some cooking stuff like that. Then came a phone call like a bomb shell, one of my friend's younger brother, Mohit called me on the phone. His tone was totally blizzard and he sounds like breaking up anytime. He told me that he is on his way to my house and wanted to discuss something very seriously. Mohit is one of my old friend's younger brother from bangalore who is currently doing his engineering in chennai and staying in a rented house along with his classmates. I must admit that Mohit is a real hunk and handsome boy unlike his brother. Exactly my type of guys iam attracted to. We used to play volleyball togather back home. To be honest iam not really fond of my friend's siblings especially the cute ones. It never really worked for me. In Mohit's case i always stayed away from him knowing that he is hetrosexual (why on the earth all the good looking ones are always straight?)

Though Mohit's brother asked me several times to go and meet his younger brother, i never really did. Whenever Mohit calls me i used to avoid the calls or come up with some stupid excuses to meet him like stomach upset, bike service etc. But this time i have no choice then to meet him at my place, remember i shouldered this stupid voluteer responsibility to take care of people's lives( somebody should kick my ass oneday for that). Mohit needs my advice, i have no idea whether i qualify to give him one, but people thinks that iam an advice machine (like an instant coffee machine with no taste).

Mohit came at exactly 6.30pm when i was watching one of my all time favourite movie Notting Hill. The performance of Julie Roberts, music score of Elton John, innocent looks of Hugh Grant, touch of witty comedy and the beautiful british accent makes this movie a special one. I opened the door and let Mohit come in. He was wearing a faded blue jeans and a black shirt (god only knows when he washed it) with a weary eye and a wry smile. He looked completely beaten as if he came here all along running. I took one more pepsi from my refrigerator and gave him. He didnt even bother to open it, instead he had open his mouth and started speaking in a broken voice...his tone was so husky and he was mumbling something, i could hardly hear anything from him...i have this thinking syndrome of lost my ear-speakers at times, i wrongly thought i got it from my ancestors...i was irritated now, but tried to control my temper and encourage him once in a while to speak louder...infact i told him like "i can see that your lips are moving and mouth is open, are you saying something to me?"...then he said "Dude, my life is falling apart, i think im finished, im gone"...i was nervous now by all these hint words from Mohit, all those scary words like Cancer, AIDS, Terrorism, drugs, Murder, College debarring etc came to my mind, i started taking the popcorn from the bowl so fast now and swallowing it to control myself...i said "Mohit, stop giving me hints, you are now scaring me, tell me whats wrong?"...then he dropped the bombshell...well, ofcourse one of the ancient problem of all the young guys in India...Mohit was in love with some girl in his college and she refused his proposal...i thought "Holy god, dont these cute looking guys have anything to do other than falling in love with some stupid girl"...

Then Mohit did something unusual...he just dropped onto my shoulders, hugged me so tightly and started crying like a baby...i must say Mohit was so full of surprise today...in between his weeping he said "Vikki, What i am going to do now, i have no life"...i wanted to say something nice to calm him down, but my mouth was so full of popcorn, i could barely open my mouth then...the popcorn was so good i was afraid that it might pop out of my mouth if i say something...You know what, i felt like a crucified Jesus in the cross and wanted to jerk off my cock...And another thing happened in between...the combining thought of crucified half naked Jesus wanting to jerk off and the feeling of being tightly hugged by cute Mohit gave me a hard-on of my life time (May God forgive my sins)...

This hard-on reminds me a story happened long time back home... i was once visited Mohit's house after a long day in the play ground, Mohit took a bath and walked away from the restroom totally nude, he was well-hung and his body was like a greek god...i immediately had a hard-on, i gave my best to hide it from him, but unfortunately he noticed it. He said with a mysterious smile "Dude, your cock is peeping out"...i somehow managed it and ran back to my home and jerked off thinking about his nude body. Then i stayed away from him...end of the story

Mohit stopped crying now and bit relaxed...he sat back bit embarassed of his behaviour (thank god, he was not noticing my hard on that time)...I started looking at him now...Mohit is obviously one of the cutest guy i have ever seen...his face was exactly made up for cameras with beautiful eyes and rose-feathered lips...I started thinking what he was really missing...Arguably, he got all the looks in the world, have good academic records in his college, been loved by his friends and family for his charm and sweet character and above all, there are million girls in India will die for his looks. Mohit started noticing my hard-on now, he smiled once again "Dude, i cant believe this, im here telling you my life is falling apart and you are having a hard-on, seems like you born with a hard-on all the time"...I was embarassed now and said "Sorry Mohit, there are things that i dont have control in my life".

After few minutes i took him to Besant nagar beach. I parked my bike and started walking in the foot path. It was really crowded...There were plenty of beautiful girls sitting and chatting or whatever trying to do something there...Breeze was blowing towards our face...There was this one cute girl was staring at Mohit, i guess she liked him...I pointed to Mohit about it...Mohit said "Oh yeah, she is cute"...I asked him " i think she likes you"...Mohit said "Yep"...I asked him again "Do you think if you meet her again somewhere alone you can approach her"...he said "Why not dude, after all im a guy"...I felt silent and moved on...After few passes there was another cute guy who was looking at me...I asked Mohit "Dude, do you think that guy likes me?"...Mohit couldnt say anything, he almost went silent, he didnt know that im gay...Mohit was confused now and asked me "May be, but why do you wanna know?"...I said "Dude, im gay, do you think i can approach him next time when i see him"... At first, Mohit couldnt believe it, he looked at my face again for assurance, then realised that im talking serious...He said with a big sigh "Dude, i didnt know that you are gay, i guess you have got more problems than me, im sorry, but you look so cool, how you are taking it so lightly?"...I smiled at him now..."Dude, thats life for you, your problem is curable, you will find a beautiful girl in the future, there are problems in the world, which you cant get off, there are problems in the world that you didnt create, like mine, so stop crying like a baby"...We walked back to our bike silently and went back home...

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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

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Friday, May 1, 2009

Summer heat is on

Summer heat is on, mercury is just above my head waiting to burn me and send me to hell, but im still surviving through melons and oranges...people in the street counting the days and temperature simultaneously, the weather is so hot as such iam afraid to park my bike outside fearing that my engine might burst by heat...gawwwwd, somebody save HOT chennai. My airconditioner is so adamant that it didnt go down below 16c, iam seriously thinking about shifting my house to a swimming pool and i dont to know how to swim. Iam hesitatn to learn swimming because 5 years before one of the middle aged swimming pool trainer promised to teach me, didnt do so, ended up grabbing my cock in my boxers and started shagging me in the water, i was so afraid that i might cum and polute the swimming pool, i took off and never turned back to swimming pool again...end of the story.


The heat was so much to bear last year i started a green movement in my office and managed to get few members too, but wind up before winter started, nobody bothered...i had plans to plant atleast one tree in each of our staff's house, failed to do so and ended up watching Chennai corporation demolising 2 big trees infront of our office, i gave up...the same members came back again this year and told me to continue with our green movement i just laughed at them this time. Nobody cares about anything, we still cut off 20 year old trees for just 1 sq feet freespace. if we dont live by nature, the nature will revert it back to us, that is what we are seeing today. Tsunamis, Hurricanes and Indian summers are all some ways of nature giving it back to us for destroying it over the years. Adyar is somewhat safe for trees, though people are trying to destroy it for some stupid reasons like cable wires and bird shits, there are still enough trees to provide sunshade to park my bike.


Mumbai recorded 45% polling yesterday, there are still 55% of people who either dont believe in democracy or dont believe in the candidates or believe in nothing at all. And we have 4 days of holidays in between the polling date. What better way to simulate an Indian citizen to vote ? keep the polling date in the middle of the summer and make sure the date comes in between long holidays, so that they stay away from polls and if by chance happily go away from home too. Good citizens and good election commission. The failure of polling percentage is not just the failure of the system but also the failure of the people. Jai Ho Mumbai...


One of my recent favourite song is from Bachna Ae haseena, i dont remember the lyrics of the song...it captured my heart so much iam singing it every minute but only known four lines of it. The picturization of the song is also so good that the camera captured Ranbir and Deepika so beautifully...Apart from the melons and oranges, Ranbir's shirtless chest and abs in the song cooling me down and still letting me to survive from Chennai heat...Keep looking at this picture down below you might survive this summer too.


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