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This was the first time that myself and the lads have gone to Manchester Pride and it was a fantastic experience completely different from Brighton a few weeks before. We based ourselves at Manto's bar (thank you to all of them for making us feel so welcome) and we set upon Canal Street to enjoy some of the fun it had to offer; I can tell you the northern lads really know how to have fun!! Massively different to Brighton in the respect that the main parts of the day were based in all the bars which literally are all in that neat little row making it very easy for us to pop in and visit everyone. We tried our hand at Pole Dancing in one of the bars, think we need a bit more practice! So all in all I left London with Justin at 8am and got back at 11.30pm, we all had a great day check out some of the photo's.

Thanks Manchester, see you next year, Zack

What a day!! Well I say a day; I started on the Saturday morning but didn’t get home until the following Tuesday. Don’t ask as this is all I remember...

We started off the Saturday morning in Manto Bar on Canal Street, which used as a base for signing brochures, meeting fans and members of English Lads; some of which I now have a soft spot for, and after a few drinks one or two treated themselves with a cheeky handful of our packs, which to be honest I didn’t mind at all.

Once the typical northern rain calmed and the sun came out, we ventured out into the crowds on the main street, by which time the Pride street parade was just drawing to an end. Just like Brighton Pride there were plenty of photos, sweet kisses, and cheeky gropes. I found that Manchester comes out of it shell more once the drinks start kicking in, as they came across as all shy at first and then BANG NO MERCY! They will get there kiss, picture or anything else they want from you! I loved it!

This time round we didn’t manage to get to the main stage or see any of the headlining acts as time just seemed to fly by, but we did get to meet some great people and have such laugh. As much as I love going to most of the pride events across the UK, I have always found that Manchester Pride is one of the best. Not only does it have countless amounts of beer tents and venues with great vibes, there is also plenty of hot talent too.

Thank you to all the members that we met, as it was great for us to actually meet you guys too. If we didn’t see you at one of the pride events this year I’m sure we will meet at another up and coming event very soon. Danny


Thank you to James Wilkinson for hanging around with the lads and taking the photos below.

In furtherance of this site’s support for British science and technology, Chuck Dixon sat down for a conversation with EnglishLads’ own photographer-in-chief, Dr. Nick.

Chuck: Nick, we’ve come to you as EnglishLads’ resident expert. Just to give our readers an idea, how many ejaculations have you filmed over the last few years?

Dr. Nick: God, Chuck, I haven’t added them up, and anyway, each guy is special in his own way. But to give a rough calculation, having filmed about 3 shoots a week, 2 cum a shoot, for 8 years, over 2500. Oh, and that doesn’t include the duos, so what, does it make it something like 3000?

Chuck: That’s a hell of a lot of spunk. What are the particular challenges you have as a photographer in capturing all that splooze on film?

Dr. Nick: Well, cum travels at around 28 mph when it leaves the cock head, so even with the super fast shutter speeds cameras we have today, catching the shower just as it leaves the knob sometimes is more a matter of luck than skill. Some of the guys are worked up enough, too, when they come in and don’t give much of a warning – not that I’m not watching pretty damned close.

Chuck: Do you ask the guys to hold off before they do a film shoot?

Dr. Nick: Yeah, I ask them not to cum for a few days before the shoot so they’ve got that edginess. Quite a few have said that it’s a real problem, not just that they get incredibly spiky, but their girlfriends begin to ask why they haven’t screwed them every day like usual.

Chuck: Do you think that having a guy hold off for a while increases the amount of jizz he shoots?

Dr. Nick: I know it does. Hell, their nuts are working overtime at that age anyway. They say that the average guys shoots about 1-2 teaspoons of ball-juice each time, but I’d say our guys are way above average on that score.

Chuck: Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, then. Were there any particular models that stood out in the spunk volume department?

Dr. Nick: God, yes, check out James Nichols, Andy Lee and Callum Stuart on the site. Well worth seeing, purely as a matter of scientific research, of course.

Chuck: So, how much volume-wise does the average guy shoot over a lifetime?
Dr. Nick: I understand that guys will shoot something like 14 gallons, enough to fill a petrol tank. I’d say those guys, however, would easily fill a petrol tanker.


Chuck: Well, many thanks for answering our questions. I hope we can come back to you another time for your expert views.

Dr. Nick: Anytime. Glad to help.

Once again just like Brighton Pride 2010 we pulled off an amazing day with the weather! When we arrived in Brighton it was drizzling and grey and then from about 11:30 it brightened up and the sun came out and stayed with us most the day! That was just the first of a plethora of great points from the day, the Brighton Pride production team were amazing and within a few minutes of entering the park we were all issued with backstage passes and as much help as we needed (thanks Andy!)

As the first Brighton Pride where an entry fee was charged I can safely say it has had no effect on the attendance or sheer buzz of the event. So Paddy O'Brian, Dan Broughton, Justin Harris, Jay Hall and I set upon the Pride Park to attend to business and boy is that what we did!! Pictures, USB giveaways, promotion booklets, which every one wanted signing and with more walking than the Duke of Edinburgh award those backstage passes sure did come in handy.

It was a pleasure to meet those of you who came I hope you enjoyed the day. Zack Elliot.

Wow!! What a day at Brighton Pride for us guys. It was up early on the Saturday morning, travelling from London down to Brighton, and I was still very sore from the GYM session with Zack the night before. As we arrived into Brighton Station, it was straight across the road to the Queens Head pub to strip out of our clothes, and stencil on the English Lads logo - oh, and a cheeky pint may have passed our lips to get us going! By this point there were crowds of people stood outside the pub looking through the windows sneaking a peek at us lads in very little clothes!

As we hit Preston Park the Sun was shinning, the beers were flowing and there was a white wash of camera flashes from every direction. We spent most of our time in the middle of the crowds as this was where it was most fun. Sun, alcohol, and surrounded by people that are grabbing your cock does cause the occasional hard on, so some got quite a bit more than what they bargained for.

We chilled out back stage 'when we could get away', and mixed with some of the celebs such as Alexandra Burke, and Joe McElderry, but we just really freshened up and got straight back out into where the main action was. The whole thing was amazing, and big thanks to the event organisers, production team who looked after us, and not forgetting the huge EnglishLads fans. Dan Broughton.

If anyone has any photos from the day that they would be happy for us to add here please contact me through the contact us page. Thank you to Sam Stephenson for his photos of the guys walking around (the last 7 of the ones below). nick

I was halfway across the Heath when I realised that my back teeth were beginning to float. Peter’s Dad had taken all of us off to the pub after our last match of the season and bought us a few pints. As I headed home I was a bit buzzed and suddenly I realised I had to take a piss, bad. It was late afternoon, people about, but up ahead was a small wood that looked convenient for a piss break. I half-ran up the hill, shirt in hand, the studs of my football boots digging into the soft soil. Ducking under the branches, I slipped into the middle of the small wood, dappled sunlight hitting my bare shoulders. I stopped and looking around quickly I pulled my dick out, looping the elastic of my shorts and my jock down around my balls.

God it felt good; my bladder emptied itself in one strong, long, steady flow that arched out from my cock-head to splatter into the leaves a good yard in front of my spread legs. I pissed for two minutes straight before the flood began to turn into a stream and then a dribble; relief!

I had shaken off and was about to tuck my cock back into my shorts when I suddenly heard a cough. Standing not five feet in front of me was a guy about my age, his eyes fixed on the prick I held in my hand. With a smile he then looked me in the eye. “Nice one you got there,” he said matter of factly, like it was the most normal thing in the world to comment on a guy’s equipment. “You needed that piss,” he added, his grin getting wider. “Need it sucked?”

I guess I just sort of gaped at him for a second, my hand holding my dick. I hadn’t seen or heard him as I ducked into the trees; the urgency of my bladder overriding everything else. I didn’t mean to hesitate or anything. It’s not like I’d ever let a guy do me before. He took it as an invitation, however, and swiftly came over to stand beside me. “Yeah, a real nice one,” he said, licking his lips. I knew there were plenty of cock suckers on the Heath. The guys and me used to laugh and joke about it when we noticed them standing around watching us play. But suddenly, shit, I was tempted. Probably the beer in me got my guard down, but I could feel the weight of spunk in my balls.

The wood was silent, breathless; The guys would tell you - on the pitch, I don’t hesitate, don’t accept the head fake. But now, shit, I continued to hesitate, saying nothing, doing nothing. The guy dropped to his knees in the leaves. Grabbing my hips he swallowed my dick in one expert gasp.

If my mind was still hesitating, my dick didn’t. Shit, Maxine had been with her parents in Dorset all that week, so I hadn’t had any. My cock went from soft to hard in a flash as I felt the guy’s lips drop around my shaft, his tongue twirling and licking. I finally sort of woke to what was happening. “What the fuck you doin’?” I asked, trying to pull back. The guy kneeling beneath me looked up, not letting my dick escape from his mouth, his eyes answering me - ‘What the fuck do you think I’m doing? I’m sucking you off.’ It felt good. Damn good. I let him continue, my hips beginning to get into the motion.

He knew what he was doing, that was for sure. As I began to face fuck him, driving my hardon down his neck, he took it easily. Damn good cocksucker, my nuts slapping his chin as I plunged in and out. It didn’t take long. Hell, once I got started, I wanted to get my gun, and he wanted to take it. My knees felt like jelly as the lust built in my balls, and then I was cumming, shooting great slimy silver wads of spunk down his throat.

Gasping, my knees trembling, I grabbed the big branch that hung low in front of me to prevent myself from falling. The guy let my softening prick slip from his lips with a big smile. Wiping his chin with the back of his hand where my cum had dribbled down, he stood up, unhooked my jock and shorts from around my now emptied balls and then pulled them up. With a wink and a grin he turned and left me there, hanging onto that branch, balls lighter than they’d been in quite a while.

Chuck Dixon, August 2011

Chuck is going to write the odd erotic story for us, feel free to send us your ideas or even stories. The photographs below are some I took on Hampstead Heath in summer 2003 just as we were setting up EL and this seemed like a perfect use of Mark's photos! Nick

Wednesday 3rd of August was a very warm day here just outside London and for most people the thought of sitting in a car all day when the temperatures were hitting twenty nine degrees would be their worst nightmare! However make that car a range rover sport hse and the driving on a 4x4 off road track and things get a little bit different.

Well that’s what I did, through water, mud and rock I (Zack Elliot) put this fantastic piece of machinery through its paces it's truly remarkable what those things can do from being supported by two wheels to leaning over at a 60 degree angle.

I genuinely thought the car was going to roll over!!! My instructor spurring me on convincing me that it was ok (i didn’t believe him) but it was all fine I didn't crash… too much!

I had a brilliant day out!

Check out the pictures below.... I even got a certificate :-) way better
than a swimming badge!

Zack and Nick

A friend of mine is going to pen the odd erotic story for us and from time to time we will add these right here to our blog. The first one probably in about a week. In the meantime we are going to include some of Chuck’s random distractions as he pen’s out his erotic masterpiece, first one here:

EnglishLads, isn’t it about time you did something to support British science? I mean, everyone knows that Britain needs to increase its support of the basic sciences, whether that’s engineering, chemistry, pharmaceuticals, medicine or whatever. Hey, everyone has to do their part, even EnglishLads!
Well, what about doing some model recruiting at engineering colleges or the like? Science and medicine are expensive courses, and I am sure the students there could do with an extra bob or two to pay for their new, higher fees; especially if you gave it a scientific spin. Like, is there a relationship between cock size and the size of hands and feet? You’d need a large sample size, but that’s what EnglishLads is good at, three times a week! Lots of young men might be willing to give their all in the name of scientific research. And of course, once a young man’s cock is up, there is only one sure way of making it go down!
Anyway, my thought for the day. Keep up the good work.
Chuck Dixon

I thought its time I better introduce myself and give you a little in sight into the reason for getting into the Adult Industry. Formally, a lot of people know me as Danny Broughton - Mr. Gay UK with 'the boy next door looks' and that stigma has kind of stuck with me.

However, since then I have been doing some big brand modelling across the fashion spectrum and keeping a relatively quiet life, until now. To be honest I’ve been getting bored of the still tease poses in the magazines and I have toyed with the idea of getting into the Adult Industry for sometime now, developing from the fantasy idea to now a reality.

The idea of having sex with someone that you had only met an hour or two earlier can be a little daunting, but also a real turn on. Yes, I have had my kit off for shoots for the general gay magazine market but never anything frontal etc, but nothing I have experienced before can prepare you for some hot sex filmed on camera. My first scenes for English Lads were admittedly nerve racking to start with, but the more I got into it the more I forgot about the cameras, and that's when the chemistry really starts. me getting dirty with Justin; I guess the best viewing for you watching.

I'm really turned on by the mischievous Straight Lad, or the curious Bi Boy, and working with English Lads allows me to work with not only with some of the countries best talent, but also allows me to fulfil my own dirty fantasies.

So who is on my “to do” list; well actually lots of them, would like them all gathered round me so I can just gorge myself all at once, though I guess I may have to see if I am lucky enough to have a few of them one at a time!

Happy viewing
Dan