Nothing New, Trailers or Otherwise

I feel like if he doesn't have another trailer, it's better because then the movie will be more of a surprise, but at the same time, I can't stand all this waiting. I wish he had released the teaser trailer closer to the release of the movie because now I'm suffering. lol! Anyway, at least I have this discussion forum to keep me busy for a while.

For me, we have only seen the "teaser trailer", I think we will see a more substantial trailer much nearer the time.

I still think those sadistic bastards (Fox) will give us nothing realy new, they look here all right they just love watching us all feeding of the scraps. dont want the movie spoiled though so I reckon they ought to release it a bit early, my thought is 19th Feb lol

They might unleash a new trailer in April. But it won't be very different I imagine. Probably a couple new scenes at best, but majority will remain the same. The trailer as is stands was very well put together and gets the idea of what Prometheus is about, across very well. So, who knows. They might release the comic-con trailer in HD as the next trailer. That features some abdomens rising and some bursting...

I think Fox will release a full trailer, but it won't be for several weeks (3-4) and still won't give away too much info. With all the silent interest in it (Alien fans and film nuts, myself included) I think they would be better served in this day and age to go with a viral campaign. It worked great with Cloverfield and The Dark Knight. Have an official website and release faux documents and "footage of transmissions" and the like. I think I would like that more.

It's funny what events you experience as a kid will influence you sexually as an adult. I consider myself to be a perv, but I'm proud of it. Who knows if I'd still have turned out to be a twisted fucker even if I'd never seen what he did. It all started when I was somewhere around 3 or 4 years old. Sal, the teen next door, used to come watch me when my mom had to run out. At first, his nana used to babysit me, but for short trips out, mom asked Sal to come over. Since the initial babysitter sessions for Sal to watch me were no longer than half an hour or less, he just came over to our house. For longer trips, mom would take me over to their house and I'd stay there until she got back. Sal was a lot of fun. I remember that he and I would play with my Tonka trucks and have a blast. Even after mom would get back, he'd stay there longer and play a little longer with me. I thought he was a blast. He never touched me or did anything inappropriate. It was what I saw him do that changed things. Even when I was approaching 4 years of age, I still used my training toilet because it was my size. Mom tried to get me to use a stepping stool and special toilet seat but I was afraid to use it (she says). Whenever I finished using it, she always dumped it into the toilet and let me flush the commode. She says I got a thrill out of flushing it. While I don't remember that, I do remember one particular time when Sal was watching me while mom ran to the bank and to the grocery store. I had to go "pee pee" and Sal led me to the bathroom. I pulled down my shorts and took a shit and piss. When I was done I called him and he came into the restroom. Instead of staying there to watch him flush it, he told me to run and grab my fire truck toy. So, I walked out into the hallway. I remembered that the missing toy was outside so I peeped my head around the corner by the bathroom door with the intent of telling him where my toy was. I was amazed to see him pick up the training toilet bowl (the size of a cereal bowl) and put it to his lips. I heard him sipping as he turned it up close to his face. Then, I heard him gulp! I instinctively felt like I was seeing something that I shouldn't be seeing. As he held the bowl under the sink to rinse it, I jumped back into the hallway. After I didn't hear a flush, I peeped in again. Instead of pouring the rinse water into the toilet, I saw him drink it. Then he turned to place it back in the toilet and I hauled ass to my room. When he came in there, I just said, "I can't find it." "Oh, maybe it's in the backyard, let's go see." He said. I wanted to know why he ate my shit but I said nothing. Most kids have probably blabbed about what they'd seen to someone. I didn't--I kept it to myself. I should have been shocked at what I had seen, but I thought it was funny instead. I actually forgot about it until a month later when he came over again and repeated the same thing. He could have been doing it for a longer time, but I had only just found out about it. I then was curious and tried to catch him doing it again the next time. Just as I was watching him for the third time doing it, he stopped in his tracks when he realized I was nearby. He didn't turn around, but instead of drinking and eating from the bowl, he poured it quickly in the toilet, flushed, and came out of the bathroom quickly. I had barely gotten back to my room by then. He acted weird the rest of the time he was there until mom got home. That was the last time that he babysat me. I thought I had done something wrong and finally asked my mom why he never came to play. She laughed and said that he was now probably into girls and was too embarrassed to do it. I didn't understand, but just blew it off. From then on, mom took me with her or dropped me off at next door. However, he was never around anymore. Soon after, Sal's grandma had surgery of some kind and a new babysitter was hired. The new sitter was a teenager too. Carolyn was a large girl who was a lot of fun. She would turn up her music loud and we'd dance until her mom yelled to turn it down. I had fun whenever I went to her place. When dad was ever home (was always away in the military), he and mom would occasionally go out alone and Carolyn would come over. She kept sitting with me as the years went by. We had fun watching DVD's of her favorite chic flicks. She'd talk about how cute this or that guy was. I think even at that age, she might have figured out I was gay. When she make guy comments I'd just laugh back. She babysat until I was twelve and then she moved away. Well, to jump ahead a bit, I started masturbating when I was twelve. In a moment of playing with my cock in bed one night, I began instinctively rubbing it with both hands. With my hands pressed together, I began to fuck the slit between them. It felt good, then great, and I couldn't stop. The next thing I knew, I'd cum for the first time. I repeated it again and again night after night. From hearing guys talk at school, I learned that I was "jacking off" and that everyone did it. However, I began to think about guys when I did it. Aside from jacking off, I began to experiment with other things, like playing with my ass, sticking things in it, pissing in glasses and drinking it, etc. At such a young age, I thought up all kinds of nasty fantasies when I jacked off. I thought about hot guys at school tying me up and pissing or shitting on me, or me doing that to them. I thought about licking feet, sniffing assholes and arm pits, K9 scenes and more. Did it all come from seeing such a kinky sight when I was just four years old? Well, anyway, all of these thoughts ultimately led to exploring my shit. One day, I dared myself to take a shit in my hands before my mom got back from the store. I was about 13 years old. I got naked in the bathroom and squatted with one hand holding a mirror, the other catching my shit. I shit a long, warm turd out. After I laid half of the steaming pile into my other hand, I had a flashback from the past. I thought about Sal eating my shit. I kept wondering to myself if that was what really happened or did I dream it had happened. Without even thinking about it, I spontaneously plopped my shit log in my mouth. I began to beat off and had the most intense orgasm to date. After it was over, instead of being grossed out over what I had done, I went to the bathroom mirror to see the damage. My reflection in the mirror showed a teenager with a long turd poking out of his mouth, shit drool on the lips. My dick started growing hard again and pressed against a wooden drawer. I pulled it out of my mouth and looked at it closely. I wondered how it could smell so bad but taste so differently. To compare, I took several long licks of it. After I conquered that, I decided to bite a chunk off. I still was ok with it, so I began to chew it softly. My dick was a rock. I began jacking off again and shot another intense, but smaller load as I made myself swallow it. After I came a second time, reality sunk in and I realized what I'd just done. The smell got to me and I gagged, but didn't vomit. I grabbed dad's Listerine mouthwash and gargled like crazy. I washed up in a frenzy and got dressed just seconds before mom walked in the door. After that, my hands were shaking and I felt panicky. I managed to get myself together and worked on my homework until it was time for dinner. While we ate dinner that night, I got hard at the table thinking about the other snack I'd had that evening. Needless to say, it became a habit after that. I had my own bathroom near my room. Mom and dad's room was downstairs with their own bathroom. From that day on I'd often struggle to hold my shit until after bed time so I could get off on it...eating or sucking on it while I jacked off. I'd found that my small round hairbrush's handle felt good up my ass so I'd jack off, eat shit, and fuck my hole with the brush. Afterwards, I'd flush any remaining turds (rarely was anything left!) and quietly rinse off. At the same time I began my shit fetish, I began looking up scat topics on the internet. I had to be careful because my mom was very internet savvy. She had controls in place to prevent me from easily seeing porn sites. Even so, I soon found out about gay sex and all it had to offer. I learned even more about fucking, sucking, eating ass, fisting, water sports, etc. I knew I wanted to try it all eventually with someone other than just myself. When I was playing with my shit I would often think about Sal and what he must look like now. After he turned 18, he'd gone off to college and I thought I'd never see him again. He must have visited his grandma at some time or another, but somehow I was never around if he did. He did become a figure in my fantasies until I met other friends or began to notice all the hot men around everywhere. I thought about all the guys at school when I jacked off. I thought about sucking, fucking, rimming, and shitting with them. When I turned 18 myself, I wasn't sure if I was going to college like Sal did. My parents said it was ok to take time to decide, but that I should get a job to know what the real world is like. So, I got a job at McDonald's! Working and going to high school took away most of my jacking off time. After school I'd rush to do my homework and then would be driven to work my one of my parents. I'd work until 10 p.m. and head home to finish any leftover homework. On the weekend, I worked in the evenings instead of hanging out with my friends. Work was actually kind of fun despite the grease and flipping burgers. After working there for six months and for being a quick learner, I asked to be trained to work on the front counter position that was considered elite amongst the fast food peons. My manager was obviously gay and I eventually realized how to charm him just by giving puppy dog looks and blinking my long eyelashes. One night, I was caught up with cleaning duties and it was a slow evening. Even the guys behind the grill had little to do but chat. The shift manager that night, Dana, was on the phone with her boyfriend. I was in the corner studying for my biology test in between customers. One guy came in and I didn't hear him at first until he cleared his throat. I looked up to find a handsome guy who looked to be in his late 20's smiling at me. I felt my face flush as he grinned back. He looked somewhat familiar. "Studying hard?" he asked. I mumbled something back and asked him if his order was for here or to go. He wasn't sure what he wanted and we began to chat while he made his mind. I soon felt more comfortable but my dick was poking out, but luckily it was covered by my large apron. He had a buzz cut with long, sexy sideburns. He wore a t-shirt that showed off two tattooed biceps as the sleeves were tight and short. He had a slight belly, but I thought it was sexy. He had a chin goatee that was over an inch long. Both of his ears were pierced. With his stomach pooching out some in front, he turned sideways and I noticed the profile of his perfectly round ass. He had a kind of rockabilly, punk look to him over all...very masculine. After a minute or two of pondering, he finally ordered a lot of food. As I put his order together, I fantasized about following him into the bathroom, locking the door, and giving him head. I kept staring at him out of the corner of my eye when I thought he was looking away. When I brought his first bag of food to the counter, my eyes peeped down to check out his ample package. When he turned back, he caught me looking down and grinned again. I turned beet red and pretended to turn around and check the timer on the French fries that were seconds away from being done. In total he ordered two quarter pounder burgers, large fries, vanilla shake, chicken mcnuggets, apple pie, and large Coke. I took his money and gave him his change. As he took the change, he squeezed my hand a little. There was no mistake now about him flirting. As he walked away, he looked back at me and I pretended I didn't notice. As he got into his truck, I saw him wink at me through the window! Again, thank goodness for the thick apron covering my woody. As soon as it was time for my break, I dashed to the restroom to beat off in a stall. I didn't bother studying anymore for the rest of my shift. I just kept thinking about the hot guy who came and got me hot and bothered. At ten o'clock I hauled ass home and jacked off again...twice in an hour. The next day, I thought a lot about the dude who flirted with me. Even though I'd had sex with a couple of school buds, like Jimmy, I'd never had someone older interact with me like that. Yes, I was 18 and an adult legally, but I still felt like a gawky teen in my last semester of high school. Jimmy hung out with me at lunch that day and I wanted to tell him about that guy, but didn't. Jimmy and I had been jacking off since we were 16 when I stayed over his house to watch DVD's. We had been laying on his bed, I was in boxers and t-shirt, him in just boxers. We got in bed and the lights were out, but I could see him on top of the covers in the light from the street lamp. I could perfectly see his sexy and smooth bare chest. He was on the swim team, I was in track, so we were in decent shape. As we chit chatted in the dark, the subject of sex came up. He asked me if I was a virgin, he said he was. Then he dropped the bombshell that he likes looking at guys too. He really took a chance in telling me that. So, I confessed to him that I only looked at guys, no chicks. His bare foot brushed against mine. We kept talking and I reached out and rested my hand on his left pec. Soon after he rolled on top of me and started kissing me. I'd never kissed anyone with a tongue, so it caught me off guard. Needless to say, I was a pro soon after. After making out for a long time, he moved down to my dick and asked me to pull off my boxers. He stroked my nut sac and breathed heavily over my dick head, making me even hornier. I got the surprise of my life after I felt his mouth go down on my dick. He was kind of clumsy and I felt his teeth scrape me but I didn't care -- I was getting my first blow job! I came in his mouth a few minutes later and he moved over the edge of the bed and spit my cum into the trash can. I really wanted him to kiss me and feed me my own cum, but he didn't do that. He lay there jacking off and asked if I felt like returning the favor. I got up and pulled his shorts off and he was still hard. I knelt down and sniffed all around his balls, inhaling his musky scent. He smelled like he'd jacked off and didn't wash...I loved it. I sucked his nuts one at a time and he was cooing. I slowly licked up his shaft until I came to its glorious mushroom head. While his dick was not long as mine, its head was huge. I slid his cock into my mouth and savored the droplets of precum that oozed from the tip. I ran my tongue into his piss slit as the rest of his cock slid into my mouth. I began to ease up and down creating a tight suction. I'd read online about giving head and how you should cover your teeth with your lips. I did this very skillfully and he was lightly moaning. I lifted my head to get a breath, but he pushed my head down to the base of his cock and held it there while I gagged a little. I loved how he took control. He took longer to cum than I did, savoring my sucking long as he could. After fifteen minutes or so, he grabbed my hair and began to roughly pump my mouth. Cum shot against the back of my throat as I tried to not cough. Jimmy and I had sleepovers now and then and their sole purpose was for sex. We went from making out to mutual jacking, to oral sex, then to him fucking me. He was a good top, too. He never came until I had shot my load then he dug in and rammed me good to shoot his load. He never said a word when his dick would pop out and I'd suck it clean. Soon after that, I began to eat his ass like I saw guys do in online porn pics. He loved every bit of getting rimmed, but was hard to get him to return the favor. After we had sex, though, he was quiet and was in a hurry to dress and act like nothing happened. I wanted to relax in his arms or suckle his cock to get every last drop, but he was uneasy. A month before the hot guy came into work and flirted with me, I messed around with a dude named Todd, too, who was as kinky as me. He was over at my place studying with me for an exam. When we went to my room and I cleared the screensaver from my PC screen, I'd forgotten to close a window that listed files of porn movies that I'd downloaded. I closed it really quickly, but he'd seen titles like "Guy Drinks Piss" and "Latino Gangbang", if even for just a spit second. I tried to divert his attention by asking him to hand me my Biology textbook, which he did, but kept his eyes on me. The next thing I knew, he was grabbing my crotch. Minutes later, we were naked in a 69 position sucking each other's cocks like crazy. He soon shot loads of warm, tasty cum into my mouth. We had to dress quickly, mom was due home soon (she had gone back to school and got a job). Dad wouldn't be home until much later (he'd left the army finally). Luckily, Todd lived a block away, so we had sex every day after school. At night, Todd and I chatted about our experiences that day and what we wanted to try next time. On the instant messenger, we sent various porn movies and pics back and forth while we jacked off during our chat. He was nasty minded too. We got so far as drinking each other's piss from the tap, but just as I was going to introduce shit to our play (I had a feeling he was already into it), his family moved away. Our final sex act was intense and rough and covered everything we'd already tried. As we entered the living room he pushed me onto the sofa and pulled off my shoes and socks. He started sucking each hot and sweaty toe after sniffing them good. I'd worn the same socks as the day before, so they were nice and pungent. He asked if he could keep those dirty socks and my underwear to jack with and think of me. I was flattered and told him yes of course. We had online sex a few times after he moved, then I didn't hear from him. Although me and Jimmy fooled around, we never really talked about our sexual experiences afterwards. I was never in love with him, it was just casual sex. I got even more turned on after he started fucking gals at school. Even though he was having sex with those ho's at school, he still came back to me now and then. The thought of him having hetero sex made him even more sexy to me, more virile. He did back off a little at school, though, which kind of hurt my feelings. I think maybe others took my quiet, studious personality for being possibly gay. I wasn't necessarily effeminate, but I didn't date any females. I just hung with my few buddies who were often nerdy or and not popular. Two days after the flirting experience with the customer at work, I came home from school to find my mom cooking with the phone ringing like crazy. She yelled for me to get the phone. "Hello," I answered. "Hi Zac," It was Mrs. Simmons from next door...Sal's grandma. I sat on the couch with the phone and chatted some with her. "I was telling Sal this morning that he wouldn't recognize you since you got so tall. He's visiting this weekend." I got a lump in my throat and could barely comment back to her. I wondered if he still ate shit. I wanted to see him...but how would I bring that up in a conversation?" "He's there now, why don't you come say hello." She said. "Ok, I will." I said awkwardly as I blushed. Mom was finally done with whatever she messing with in the kitchen and took the phone from me. Mom and his grandma kept on chatting about cooking or something as I drifted out of the door. I absently walked down the steps and into their yard. I opened the door to the screened in porch and nervously pressed the doorbell button. The smell of some meat cooking wafted in the air. I could feel my pits sweating. The door opened and I stood there in shock. He had a mischievous look in his eyes and grinned. He was the guy from McDonald's...Sal! "Hello stranger!" He was in a wife beater/undershirt with his pit hair exposed. The tight fabric accentuated his round belly. Instead of making him looke like a slob, it made him look more blue collar and tough. I marveled at the tattoos on his arms and those on what was visible of his chest above the neck of his undershirt. He was barefoot, showing off nice, long smooth feet...I wanted to bend down and suck on his toes! He smiled with his mouth open and I saw that his tongue was pierced. I was too stunned to speak, but he took charge of the situation quickly. "Come on bud, let's go up to my room." We passed the kitchen and his grandma waved, still on the phone. "We're gonna hang upstairs, Nana." He told her. I followed him halfway up the stairs. As we came to a bend and turned the opposite direction to go up the upper half of the stairwell, he let me go ahead of him. As I walked up the steps, his body remained close to mine, almost touching. I could smell his damp pits. After we reached the top, I let him lead me into his room. It was still decorated like a teen's room with football logos, music posters, etc. It smelled kind of dank, but sexy. I plopped down on the end of his bed and he sat down next to me. "I can't believe you didn't recognize me. Nana told me where you worked, so I thought I'd stop in to say hello. You sure did check me out, bro!" I was half embarrassed but turned on. It wasn't like he didn't openly flirt with me as well. I just kind of sat there red faced, but didn't know what to say. I then felt his hand on my chin as he turned my face to meet his and his mouth met mine. His tongue slid into my mouth and I closed my eyes. We made out for several minutes. As our kissing turned more animal-like, his hand slid into my crotch and began to unzip my jeans. I tried to break away from his kiss to protest, but he stopped me. The smooth rod in his tongue stroked the roof of my mouth. "Don't worry about her, she can't get up the stairs anymore since she has that walker and broken hip!" He casually pushed me onto my back and ran his long goatee up and down my neck, making me shiver. He reached into my open zipper and fished out my hard cock and pulled it free of my boxers. His rough hand stroked it up and down and I began to breathe faster. Without warning, he moved onto his knees and took my dick into his mouth and sucked like a fucking Hoover vacuum. He didn't even suck for a full two minutes before I was shooting torrents of cum into his throat. He was gulping and moaning as he swallowed every drop. After I finished cumming, he kept on slowly sucking until he'd milked every last drop from me. I looked into his eyes as he sucked an he winked back. He lifted his head up and as I sat back up, we kissed deeply again. I tasted my cum in his mouth. While we kissed, he burped into my mouth. I smelt beer, another scent that turns me on. He looked at me with those sexy eyes and I melted like a girl. "So are you gay too, or bi?" he asked. I stuttered some reply stating that I just was into dudes. "Hot, me too, bro." He was very masculine with a trailer trash kind of look that made me swoon. I was turned on by having sex in such a semi-risky place, but I began to get nervous wondering if we'd been heard. My mind was racing after my quickie blow job...wondering how I was going to get completely alone with Sal. Not only did I want him to fuck me, I had a ton of questions for him. "We'll find a way to hang out longer, dude." He said as he ran his fingers through my hair and kissed me again. "I'll be online, let's chat." He wrote down his instant messenger ID's for me on the back of a Mcdonald's receipt. I slipped it into my pocket and headed home with a new hard on.