Who were your teen idols?

[sarah_webinc]

I just read this article:
http://www.ananova.com/entertainment/story.../sm_796181.html
on how a VH1 poll has Britney Spears beating David Cassidy and New Kids to teen idol of all time.

It got me to thinking that most peoples idea of what a teen idol is comes down to who they jerked off to or who made them cream. Who was it for you? Being a girl I had a few. I can remember - Kirk Cameron, Chad Allen, Ryan Lambert (who pretty much no one knew but me..even then I was a freak) and Jordan from New Kids (my taste has improved).

So boys, back in your day..who did you jerk off to and gals who made you cream?

[Timon]

Originally posted by sarah_webinc@Jul 3 2003, 07:19 AM
So boys, back in your day..who did you jerk off to and gals who made you cream?

What makes you think we would do something like that???

[sarah_webinc]

because I never met a 'boy' who didn't jerk off

[Timon]

Originally posted by sarah_webinc@Jul 3 2003, 07:58 AM
because I never met a 'boy' who didn't jerk off

That is disgusting! You have some sick people in your social circles!

[Almighty Colin]

As a teen, my idols were Richard Feynman, Bill Gates, Hunter Thompson, Yngwie Malmsteen, and Stephen Jay Gould which pegs my interests as physics, science, writing, drugs, money, business, and music.

Never had any "teen idols" .

I jerked off to the underwear and bra section of the KMart catalogue until magically, one day, the Victoria's Secret catalogue started showing up at the house.

[PornoDoggy]

Betty Rubble ...

[sarettah]

Originally posted by PornoDoggy@Jul 3 2003, 08:50 AM
Betty Rubble ...

She was definitely hot !!!!!

Jeannie, Samantha, Agent 99, Bionic Bitch, Judy Jetson, Madge (the Palmolive Lady), Pebbles (So, I'm a perv)..................

[Forest]

I had that GREAT poster of Farrah on my wall next to my bed

ahhh

you know the one with her in cutoffs and an orange/brown top

[dantheman]

Originally posted by Forest@Jul 3 2003, 08:54 AM
I had that GREAT poster of Farrah on my wall next to my bed

ahhh

you know the one with her in cutoffs and an orange/brown top

i had the same one, it was the first "girl" poster I bought
damn she was hot

[PornoDoggy]

Originally posted by Forest@Jul 3 2003, 08:54 AM
I had that GREAT poster of Farrah on my wall next to my bed

ahhh

you know the one with her in cutoffs and an orange/brown top

I wanted to get that one.

My wife didn't consider it appropriate.

[Peaches]

Mine WAS David Cassidy! My aunt got me an autographed picture of him, and me, being skeptical, wet my finger and smudged the end of the "Y" in Cassidy to make sure it was real.

[Vick]

Originally posted by Peaches@Jul 3 2003, 09:03 AM
Mine WAS David Cassidy! My aunt got me an autographed picture of him, and me, being skeptical, wet my finger and smudged the end of the "Y" in Cassidy to make sure it was real.

Peaches if you weren't such a sweetheart and a lady I'd ask HOW you wet your finger :P


My musical idol was and still is Aerosmith (and a few others)
- they are the greatest R-n-R band in my NSHO


As far as tossing off, it was about girls I knew. Made more sense and worked better than tossing off to pics of girls I would never meet

[sarettah]

There were just so many.........

Ginger, MaryAnn, Tuesday Weld (back in the Dobie Gillis days), Mae West, The Professor, Mrs. Howell, Gracie Allan, Lucy Ricardo, Laura Petrie, Barbara Billingsley, Donna Reed, Imogene Coca, Shirley Temple, Ellie Mae, Wrangler Jane, Scoobie Doo (and Shaggy), Shelley Fabares, Connie Stevens, Debbie Reynolds, The Flying Nun, Patty Duke (and Cathy), Marcia Brady, Jan Brady, Mrs. Beasley, Mrs. Livingston, All of the Angels, Charlie, Annette (the original oversexed mousketeer..long before Brittany), Grace Slick, Meloney, Betsy Ross (she was just so HOT !!!!, could sew too), The Pillsbury Doughboy, Sarah Lincoln, Emelda Marcos, Cleopatra, Jane, Tarzan (the Johnnie Weismuller version), Mrs. Cravitz, and just too many others to mention...................

[mojobill]

I thought June Cleaver was a hottie... ;-)

OH... and Annette... wanted to grab her by those mouse ears and.....

:P



Last edited by fatbaby at Jul 3 2003, 10:08 AM

[sarettah]

continued......

Sandra Dee, Tammy Wynette, Shirley McClaine, Liz Taylor (Violet Eyes To Die For), Christie McVie, Stevie Nicks, Anne Wilson (before the fat period), Nancy Wilson, Anne Wilson(during the fat period), Tina Turner, Dianna Ross (and all the supremes), Agatha Christie (Why is still a mystery to me), Jane Curtin, Gilda !!!!, Lorraine Newman, Randy Newman, Julia Louise Dreyfuss, Richard Dreyfuss, The Lifeguard at our local pool, The checkout girl from Bohacks grocery store, My Big sister, My little sister, My Grandma, My Aunt Ginnie, My Cousin Berta, My cousin Barbara, My dog skip, Julia Roberts.....

Margaret Thatcher, Cathy Rigby, Nadia Komenich, Olga Korbut (always felt real guilty about that one), Janet Reno, Dorothy Hamil....



Last edited by sarettah at Jul 3 2003, 10:24 AM

[DaveM]

Originally posted by Forest@Jul 3 2003, 05:54 AM
I had that GREAT poster of Farrah on my wall next to my bed

ahhh

you know the one with her in cutoffs and an orange/brown top

I had this one:

[sarah_webinc]

Originally posted by sarettah@Jul 3 2003, 07:23 AM
Agatha Christie (Why is still a mystery to me)

[Sickfuck]

Ah yes, Teen Idols. Mine was always Stevie Nicks.

I have some wonderful memories of me and Stevie. The best one was probably back a long time ago, on July 2, 2003 to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I had my fleetwood Mac poster out. I had blackened out all of the faces except for the love of my life, sweet Stevie. I placed the poster on the floor at the head of my bed.

Then I went and did my grocery shopping. I wandered through the store, picking my purchases carefully, the whole time thinking aboud the beautiful vision that awaited me in my garret back home. I bought the wine, I bought the candles, I bought 2 punds of butter and I finally picked out the piece de resistance, a fine 2 pound plump little tyson fryer.

I arrived home full of anticipation. I ran upstairs to make sure that my sweetheart had not left. Much to my delight, she was waiting right where I had left her. I poured some wine for each of us. I lit the candles. Then I prepared the plump little fryer (the tyson version, not Stevie) by placing the 2 pounds of butter in her wonderful cavity. I placed her in the microwave and heated her for 5 minutes, enough that she was warm and juicy, but not hot or overcooked.

Then I put the CD into my cd player, plugged in the headphones and prepared for my date with destiny. I located the proper track and cranked the volume to 50. I placed the little tyson bird strategically on the bed with the neck hole up. I positioned myself to get maximum penetration while still allowing Stevie to look me right in the eyes. I took a sip of wine and proceeded to provide the love of my life with a fuck session that neither she or I will ever forget. It was wonderous, it was joyful, it was beyond the imagination.

She told me to give me her leather. I gave her all of my leather, time after time, each time she screamed at me "TAKE FROM ME MY LACE". I happily obliged, with each stroke removing a little more of her lace. I thought she was fragile and told her so, she replied that "she tries not to be but that she was searching for something she couldn't see". I told her I would give her something that she could see and proceeded to jam my leather all the way into her slippery, greasy, boney little hole. She said that I sould shatter her heart with words and that I was impossible to follow, I told her not to worry because I would always take the lead, burying my lether yet further into her willing little love hole. She said she had her own life and that she was stronger than I knew but that she had a feeling that when I walked into the room that I wouldn't be walking out the door. I told her that her lace was mine forever and she could have all the leather she could handle. Once again she told me "give to me your leather, all of it, now. I want your leather, give it to me, give it to me. Take my fucking lace, take it". I gathered speed, humping her lace as hard as I could, giving her all the leather I could. She started screaming "GIVE TO ME YOUR LEATHER", she started twirling while screaming "TAKE FROM ME MY LACE, TAKE FROM ME MY LACE TAKE FROM ME MY LACE". I reached full slamming speed at that point and just as I filled her lovely little hole with my hot splungy juices, her voice faded, repeating over and over again, "lovers forever face to face, lovers forever face to face lovers forever face to face". We laid together there for quite a while, my leather totally gone, any vestige of her lace totally destroyed. We fell asleep together that way.

After a while, I woke up. Cleaned up the room and sat down to eat a wonderful chicken dinner.

[DaveM]

Originally posted by Sickfuck@Jul 3 2003, 07:58 AM
Ah yes, Teen Idols. Mine was always Stevie Nicks.

I have some wonderful memories of me and Stevie. The best one was probably back a long time ago, on July 2, 2003 to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I had my fleetwood Mac poster out. I had blackened out all of the faces except for the love of my life, sweet Stevie. I placed the poster on the floor at the head of my bed.

Then I went and did my grocery shopping. I wandered through the store, picking my purchases carefully, the whole time thinking aboud the beautiful vision that awaited me in my garret back home. I bought the wine, I bought the candles, I bought 2 punds of butter and I finally picked out the piece de resistance, a fine 2 pound plump little tyson fryer.

I arrived home full of anticipation. I ran upstairs to make sure that my sweetheart had not left. Much to my delight, she was waiting right where I had left her. I poured some wine for each of us. I lit the candles. Then I prepared the plump little fryer (the tyson version, not Stevie) by placing the 2 pounds of butter in her wonderful cavity. I placed her in the microwave and heated her for 5 minutes, enough that she was warm and juicy, but not hot or overcooked.

Then I put the CD into my cd player, plugged in the headphones and prepared for my date with destiny. I located the proper track and cranked the volume to 50. I placed the little tyson bird strategically on the bed with the neck hole up. I positioned myself to get maximum penetration while still allowing Stevie to look me right in the eyes. I took a sip of wine and proceeded to provide the love of my life with a fuck session that neither she or I will ever forget. It was wonderous, it was joyful, it was beyond the imagination.

She told me to give me her leather. I gave her all of my leather, time after time, each time she screamed at me "TAKE FROM ME MY LACE". I happily obliged, with each stroke removing a little more of her lace. I thought she was fragile and told her so, she replied that "she tries not to be but that she was searching for something she couldn't see". I told her I would give her something that she could see and proceeded to jam my leather all the way into her slippery, greasy, boney little hole. She said that I sould shatter her heart with words and that I was impossible to follow, I told her not to worry because I would always take the lead, burying my lether yet further into her willing little love hole. She said she had her own life and that she was stronger than I knew but that she had a feeling that when I walked into the room that I wouldn't be walking out the door. I told her that her lace was mine forever and she could have all the leather she could handle. Once again she told me "give to me your leather, all of it, now. I want your leather, give it to me, give it to me. Take my fucking lace, take it". I gathered speed, humping her lace as hard as I could, giving her all the leather I could. She started screaming "GIVE TO ME YOUR LEATHER", she started twirling while screaming "TAKE FROM ME MY LACE, TAKE FROM ME MY LACE TAKE FROM ME MY LACE". I reached full slamming speed at that point and just as I filled her lovely little hole with my hot splungy juices, her voice faded, repeating over and over again, "lovers forever face to face, lovers forever face to face lovers forever face to face". We laid together there for quite a while, my leather totally gone, any vestige of her lace totally destroyed. We fell asleep together that way.

After a while, I woke up. Cleaned up the room and sat down to eat a wonderful chicken dinner.

[Vick]

Sickfuck - you have earned your name with that post

and have put me off eating chicken for a while

Even though Stevie Nicks was very hot circa 1977



Last edited by Vick at Jul 3 2003, 11:13 AM

[Sabby]

I dont think I ever really idolized anyone... idolized men are usually arrogant egostical pricks... I prefer normal men... although I still havent met any of those, LOL.


Sabby

[gonzo]

Originally posted by Sickfuck@Jul 3 2003, 07:58 AM
Ah yes, Teen Idols. Mine was always Stevie Nicks.

I have some wonderful memories of me and Stevie. The best one was probably back a long time ago, on July 2, 2003 to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday.

I had my fleetwood Mac poster out. I had blackened out all of the faces except for the love of my life, sweet Stevie. I placed the poster on the floor at the head of my bed.

Then I went and did my grocery shopping. I wandered through the store, picking my purchases carefully, the whole time thinking aboud the beautiful vision that awaited me in my garret back home. I bought the wine, I bought the candles, I bought 2 punds of butter and I finally picked out the piece de resistance, a fine 2 pound plump little tyson fryer.

I arrived home full of anticipation. I ran upstairs to make sure that my sweetheart had not left. Much to my delight, she was waiting right where I had left her. I poured some wine for each of us. I lit the candles. Then I prepared the plump little fryer (the tyson version, not Stevie) by placing the 2 pounds of butter in her wonderful cavity. I placed her in the microwave and heated her for 5 minutes, enough that she was warm and juicy, but not hot or overcooked.

Then I put the CD into my cd player, plugged in the headphones and prepared for my date with destiny. I located the proper track and cranked the volume to 50. I placed the little tyson bird strategically on the bed with the neck hole up. I positioned myself to get maximum penetration while still allowing Stevie to look me right in the eyes. I took a sip of wine and proceeded to provide the love of my life with a fuck session that neither she or I will ever forget. It was wonderous, it was joyful, it was beyond the imagination.

She told me to give me her leather. I gave her all of my leather, time after time, each time she screamed at me "TAKE FROM ME MY LACE". I happily obliged, with each stroke removing a little more of her lace. I thought she was fragile and told her so, she replied that "she tries not to be but that she was searching for something she couldn't see". I told her I would give her something that she could see and proceeded to jam my leather all the way into her slippery, greasy, boney little hole. She said that I sould shatter her heart with words and that I was impossible to follow, I told her not to worry because I would always take the lead, burying my lether yet further into her willing little love hole. She said she had her own life and that she was stronger than I knew but that she had a feeling that when I walked into the room that I wouldn't be walking out the door. I told her that her lace was mine forever and she could have all the leather she could handle. Once again she told me "give to me your leather, all of it, now. I want your leather, give it to me, give it to me. Take my fucking lace, take it". I gathered speed, humping her lace as hard as I could, giving her all the leather I could. She started screaming "GIVE TO ME YOUR LEATHER", she started twirling while screaming "TAKE FROM ME MY LACE, TAKE FROM ME MY LACE TAKE FROM ME MY LACE". I reached full slamming speed at that point and just as I filled her lovely little hole with my hot splungy juices, her voice faded, repeating over and over again, "lovers forever face to face, lovers forever face to face lovers forever face to face". We laid together there for quite a while, my leather totally gone, any vestige of her lace totally destroyed. We fell asleep together that way.

After a while, I woke up. Cleaned up the room and sat down to eat a wonderful chicken dinner.

Obviously one of my old BBS users has followed me to Oprano.

Duke Nuke? Biff Boff?

My guess is since its beats its Bridges.

[gonzo]

Originally posted by Colin@Jul 3 2003, 05:29 AM
As a teen, my idols were Richard Feynman, Bill Gates, Hunter Thompson, Yngwie Malmsteen, and Stephen Jay Gould which pegs my interests as physics, science, writing, drugs, money, business, and music.

Never had any "teen idols" .

I jerked off to the underwear and bra section of the KMart catalogue until magically, one day, the Victoria's Secret catalogue started showing up at the house.

See Peaches....

Colin knew!

[Peaches]

Originally posted by gonzo@Jul 5 2003, 02:45 PM
See Peaches....

Colin knew!

I knew too! Once I made some scrambled eggs. Usually all my "revelations" and "good ideas" happen in the shower. This was an exception - you should feel, somehow, honored.

Planting my morning glories as soon as it's not 100+ degrees outside - are you and HP going to do your circle pee (the urinary equivalent of a circle jerk) on them?

[Diamond Jim]

My hero was James Dean....











Boy, could that guy make sausages....

- Emo Phillips

[Mike AI]

Diamond Jim in my teen idol!!

[gonzo]

Originally posted by Peaches+Jul 5 2003, 01:28 PM-->