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ILLiterations w/ Lefty
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Well done, Lefty! Chaz too. Silly me forgot to subscribe to this thread last time.
Chaz,
That was great. I can feel that happening - gay or straight . . .
That was great. I can feel that happening - gay or straight . . .
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Photos are not mandatory Chaz...
but in these non epic saga's, they do make a definite impression and
adds a certain je ne sais quois or perhaps even the additional
fillip of substance to these, our 'short order' specials.
YES?
but in these non epic saga's, they do make a definite impression and
adds a certain je ne sais quois or perhaps even the additional
fillip of substance to these, our 'short order' specials.
Now, HE's a Wedding topper to remember.
I guess they're not going to be saving the top for their first anniversary.
Maybe they'll do a Creme Fresh Brule'e a la cum.
I guess they're not going to be saving the top for their first anniversary.
Maybe they'll do a Creme Fresh Brule'e a la cum.
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How It Happend
by Wolfe
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It was a dark and stormy night during a most depressing November. They
came together as much for solace as for warmth and for warmth as much
as for the agonizingly needed release.
Bodies writhing under woolen blanket gasps of breath like clouds scuddering
over the pillows. Sated for the moment they sleep. The one held in the others
arms now. Once deeply thrusting and gasping now cradling and murmuring.
A pale moon peeks from behind ominous clouds bathing the faces of the two
in the four poster bed. It's kiss awakens one who leaves the warmth of their
illicit love nest and stokes the logs firmly.
Returning, swelling, semi tumescent and naked to the bed. In the fires glow
his desires are re-ignited even as the flames lick the logs.
He kneels atop and slowly peels the heavy blanket from the warm and
tender
flesh below. As he kisses and nibbles his way down the sleeping form,
his
stubbled chin grazes inner thighs and the warm breath soon arouses his
partner. Now, the others Trembling hands snake down to his groin and then
those soft fingers are barely able to encircle his now turgid flesh. He redoubles
his efforts and his once torpid partner is awake, sinuous slippery movements
and now they resume their frantic coupling, laying head to toe...
enraptured with each others most intimate parts.
They nuzzle, they lick, tongues dancing on damp fevered flesh There is
an almost
primitive odor emanating from the bed. Two young animals renewing
an earlier, no longer sated passion.
A strange noise from the half closed door.
A desperate frightened whisper...Oh God Steve...what the hell was that???
... silence
Then from the doorway a rap. A weary but still stentorian voice...
v
v
v
Adam...would you and Steve please keep it down or at least
close the fucking door tighter.
I'm sorry, my twisted warped sense of humour
could not pass this last part up
justaguy
Unplugged ....
Haha ... well done Lefty!!
I'll pray for you Leftykins.
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Sunday Choir Boys
By Wolfe
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The Bells toll Two o.clock and it's a sunny afternoon in the dusty little town. The one-horse towns only House of Worship sits silent and empty now.
Oaken doors closed to the nitty-gritty of life until Seven that evening The Right
Reverend Deacon Don is having a late lunch and plans a nap before the, when
revitalized he will thrust the doors open again welcoming the citizens, sinners and sinned against alike, back into his spiritual haven.
Setting his Double whopper and fries on the table he reaches for his Benedictine
Brandy and his special cup. Quickly glancing around he surreptitiously pulls a
tattered copy of The Advocate Magazine from the table drawer. In sweaty nervous
anticipation he opens his shirtfront and snakes down his trousers. Settling in the
chill of his oaken chair causes his buttocks to shiver and clench. A dollop of special sauce on his favorite member , a turn of the page and the stage is set.
His pendulous organ swollen the fulsome sack below is drawing tight He pants, he
wheezes and his moans fill the room. Oh My GOOO..what was that noise...that low
guttural moan of an animal in pain.? There, again..harsher raspier now. Deacon
Don fumbles, rearranging himself and securing the paraphernalia. Perspiration
pours down his face clouding his glasses and his view. That noise again..in a near
panic he casts his reading glasses aside and lurches to the loft. The choir loft
where just a bit ago two college boys lead the assembly. Their sweet voices
soaring to the very heights and depths of his place of business.
There before his very eyes two very virile very healthy and very naked bodies are
entwined...body parts glistening with their juices and sweat. A stiff prick with
purple head pulsing slipped from the blond boys mouth. The burgeoning organ
spat his honeyed elixir one, twice , three times. As it dripped down his lips and chin
the boy licked and swallowed and licked again. The slender lad whose cock was
convulsing fell back still moaning. Eight thick inches of black pipe dwindled , the trail left
a sticky drool on muscled thighs splayed wide and once swollen testicles began a slow
descent, relaxed, spent, their mission complete.
Eyeing his friends now unattended...almost hairless bubble butt, is having a serious effect on
the muscle bound blonds once diminutive shower. Thick veins throbbed as nine inches of now
painful red tumescence rose above his aching goose egg balls. His own arse puckering in the
anticipation. Spreading those brown orbs and lacing his tongue tip to the center was almost to
much. His years on the scrimmage line had taught him when to tackle. lots of time in many locker
rooms provided him with the techniques. His cock, like him, thick, hard, now demanding, plunged
ahead. and made it through the wall. The anus under assault opened, the hairless hole soon
welcoming the out-t sized intruder and began paroxysms of lusty welcome ,drawing the turgid flesh
even deeper into its slickened confines. Delve deep...retreat, delve deeper, retreat, delve, and delve
swollen balls slapping sweaty ass over and over and ...
Shattering the fetid air with a screech Deacon Don releases his strangle hold on six inches of desire.
His grip transfers and he clutches his chest. Slow motion shaky knees hit the carpet. A single grunt and
he lays sprawled and crying. The twosome, startled, pause in their throes of ecstasy...
Well, is it worth the effort of another page? Honest now please...suggestions too.
By Wolfe
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The Bells toll Two o.clock and it's a sunny afternoon in the dusty little town. The one-horse towns only House of Worship sits silent and empty now.
Oaken doors closed to the nitty-gritty of life until Seven that evening The Right
Reverend Deacon Don is having a late lunch and plans a nap before the, when
revitalized he will thrust the doors open again welcoming the citizens, sinners and sinned against alike, back into his spiritual haven.
Setting his Double whopper and fries on the table he reaches for his Benedictine
Brandy and his special cup. Quickly glancing around he surreptitiously pulls a
tattered copy of The Advocate Magazine from the table drawer. In sweaty nervous
anticipation he opens his shirtfront and snakes down his trousers. Settling in the
chill of his oaken chair causes his buttocks to shiver and clench. A dollop of special sauce on his favorite member , a turn of the page and the stage is set.
His pendulous organ swollen the fulsome sack below is drawing tight He pants, he
wheezes and his moans fill the room. Oh My GOOO..what was that noise...that low
guttural moan of an animal in pain.? There, again..harsher raspier now. Deacon
Don fumbles, rearranging himself and securing the paraphernalia. Perspiration
pours down his face clouding his glasses and his view. That noise again..in a near
panic he casts his reading glasses aside and lurches to the loft. The choir loft
where just a bit ago two college boys lead the assembly. Their sweet voices
soaring to the very heights and depths of his place of business.
There before his very eyes two very virile very healthy and very naked bodies are
entwined...body parts glistening with their juices and sweat. A stiff prick with
purple head pulsing slipped from the blond boys mouth. The burgeoning organ
spat his honeyed elixir one, twice , three times. As it dripped down his lips and chin
the boy licked and swallowed and licked again. The slender lad whose cock was
convulsing fell back still moaning. Eight thick inches of black pipe dwindled , the trail left
a sticky drool on muscled thighs splayed wide and once swollen testicles began a slow
descent, relaxed, spent, their mission complete.
Eyeing his friends now unattended...almost hairless bubble butt, is having a serious effect on
the muscle bound blonds once diminutive shower. Thick veins throbbed as nine inches of now
painful red tumescence rose above his aching goose egg balls. His own arse puckering in the
anticipation. Spreading those brown orbs and lacing his tongue tip to the center was almost to
much. His years on the scrimmage line had taught him when to tackle. lots of time in many locker
rooms provided him with the techniques. His cock, like him, thick, hard, now demanding, plunged
ahead. and made it through the wall. The anus under assault opened, the hairless hole soon
welcoming the out-t sized intruder and began paroxysms of lusty welcome ,drawing the turgid flesh
even deeper into its slickened confines. Delve deep...retreat, delve deeper, retreat, delve, and delve
swollen balls slapping sweaty ass over and over and ...
Shattering the fetid air with a screech Deacon Don releases his strangle hold on six inches of desire.
His grip transfers and he clutches his chest. Slow motion shaky knees hit the carpet. A single grunt and
he lays sprawled and crying. The twosome, startled, pause in their throes of ecstasy...
Well, is it worth the effort of another page? Honest now please...suggestions too.
Hot Damn, Lefty - you best be getting on with the tale so I know if I'm busting my nut all over the place or having a fucking heart attach.
Very creative and enjoyable.....
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Seeming sleeping
'Neath covers, deep ...
Dreams are churning,
"URGES" creep.
Pulse is building,
HEAT is rising,
Hands go wondering
O'er glowing skin.
Below the navel,
'Long inner thighs,
Thumbs press pubes,
To base of Shaft.
Balls retract
At fingers' touch.
Legs stretch out
To raise the groin.
Penis grows,
As palms surround.
Eyes flick open,
Looking down.
A 'Pearl' glistens
At the 'Tip',
Toes curl at
A tightened grip.
And then the 'dance'
Of friction builds,
Up turgid flesh
To mushroomed 'Head'.
Nude hips clench
To dimples taut,
Sweat, and musk,
Pervade the room.
Testicles warm,
As back muscles arch.
Sperm surge in spasms
To FLY from their lair!
Cum splashes Chin,
Chest is all drenched.
Belly button filled,
THE Urge is quenched.
A bedside drawer
Provides a towel.
Dropped to the floor,
It holds it all.
Then back to snooze,
Curled in a ball.
A SMILE says,
"DAMN! That was FUN! I'm going to have to do that Again, and Again! Butt, right NOW, all I want to do is go back to Sleep, and Dream of the Next time!"
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
'Neath covers, deep ...
Dreams are churning,
"URGES" creep.
Pulse is building,
HEAT is rising,
Hands go wondering
O'er glowing skin.
Below the navel,
'Long inner thighs,
Thumbs press pubes,
To base of Shaft.
Balls retract
At fingers' touch.
Legs stretch out
To raise the groin.
Penis grows,
As palms surround.
Eyes flick open,
Looking down.
A 'Pearl' glistens
At the 'Tip',
Toes curl at
A tightened grip.
And then the 'dance'
Of friction builds,
Up turgid flesh
To mushroomed 'Head'.
Nude hips clench
To dimples taut,
Sweat, and musk,
Pervade the room.
Testicles warm,
As back muscles arch.
Sperm surge in spasms
To FLY from their lair!
Cum splashes Chin,
Chest is all drenched.
Belly button filled,
THE Urge is quenched.
A bedside drawer
Provides a towel.
Dropped to the floor,
It holds it all.
Then back to snooze,
Curled in a ball.
A SMILE says,
"DAMN! That was FUN! I'm going to have to do that Again, and Again! Butt, right NOW, all I want to do is go back to Sleep, and Dream of the Next time!"
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Chaz,
A GREAT interlude!
Thanks for sharing.
A GREAT interlude!
Thanks for sharing.
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Joyce Kilmer "Twisted" ...
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Pees
I THINK that I shall never see
A thing as lovely as a you pee.
A dick whose hungry mouth undressed
Above the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A cock that's UP to sky all day,
And lifts his hairy balls to spray;
A peen that may in summer wear
A nest of droplets in his hair;
Upon whose pink head cum has lain;
Who intimately lives to rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But mainly beer can make you pee.
O.K.! I'm going to Hell, now!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Pees
I THINK that I shall never see
A thing as lovely as a you pee.
A dick whose hungry mouth undressed
Above the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A cock that's UP to sky all day,
And lifts his hairy balls to spray;
A peen that may in summer wear
A nest of droplets in his hair;
Upon whose pink head cum has lain;
Who intimately lives to rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But mainly beer can make you pee.
O.K.! I'm going to Hell, now!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
Chaz,
A true student of historic Pee-etry.
A true student of historic Pee-etry.
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The good Deacon was sure he had died on gone to heaven. The somber lighting in the abbey
showed two very hyper very naked young men loosening his clothes from clerics collar to dress
shoes and anything between.
Aarons thick hairy tan chest was even now rubbing nipples to kneecaps as he proceeded to
massage Dons thighs and hips trying to restore circulation. James continued CPR,
his hairless dark torso astride the now naked Dons chest. Six inches of beer can thick cock
started rising, stiffening even as his tongue sought to do battle with the one at his lips.
Aaron watched the prick stand tall and try to inch its pale pink head into James's
bald but eager ass.
Even as the short but hugely thick weapon parted those slender cheeks Aaron
buried his nose alongside licking. drooling
lips atremble trying to open his friends passageway.
His own erection now sliding past the bull balls and claiming Don's taint, the lemon
head throbbing, and oozing even as it reached the abyss and tried to enter Dons
now greedy, flexing hole.
As his cock gained entry the channel tightened squeezing Aaron tighter and tighter
drawing him inch by inch deeper and deeper until suddenly golden pubic hair met
auburn and gray.
The two paused savoring that moment of complete connection.
James, while no virgin, knew his tight young ass could not take Dons fire hydrant cock.
He spun around dragging his bulging balls and 7 inch ebon stick over Dons face and
plunged deep
in that warm cavern almost losing his creamy load on tonsils that were
caressing his
uncut cock head....
Dons tongue darting madly over the wrinkles of foreskin.
As the back of his head brushed his friends chest , his mouth widened
while he inhaled six hard, fat, smooth inches of cock, his throat opened,
easing the monster in as the boys lips met the preachers groin in an intimate kiss...
two golf balls in a hairy sack on either side of his nose while it poked at his friends snake,
now stuffed tight in Dons ass
Suddenly Don bellowed. The callow youth drew hard and sucked three years of seminary
stored semen as his throat convulsed..
.the hot sweet liquid almost choked him and then he spurted ,
again and again James shot over Dons mouth his lips and even his eyes. As Don
twisted and gulped, his ass closed in on Aaron, the walls milking, milking forcing
Aaron to his peak as well. His essence flowing from the now exhausted hole the penis slowly
resuming more normal proportions and nesting sticky, turgid in the crevasse.
Don lay gasping ... sated. Thinking oh my god the mess.. gotta cleanup before my
flock returns.
As the melodious bell pealed 4,
Don awoke,
lying there fully dressed, with his fly open, cock head peaking out He was on his
cot, in the back of rectory, an enormous white puddle in his lap. As he arose to wash his face and hands
he wondered again if dreams were considered a sin .
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Not real happy with this ending, it didn't go where I had planned, well, maybe someone will like it. if not...I just paid for another year...you poor bastards...lol
showed two very hyper very naked young men loosening his clothes from clerics collar to dress
shoes and anything between.
Aarons thick hairy tan chest was even now rubbing nipples to kneecaps as he proceeded to
massage Dons thighs and hips trying to restore circulation. James continued CPR,
his hairless dark torso astride the now naked Dons chest. Six inches of beer can thick cock
started rising, stiffening even as his tongue sought to do battle with the one at his lips.
Aaron watched the prick stand tall and try to inch its pale pink head into James's
bald but eager ass.
Even as the short but hugely thick weapon parted those slender cheeks Aaron
buried his nose alongside licking. drooling
lips atremble trying to open his friends passageway.
His own erection now sliding past the bull balls and claiming Don's taint, the lemon
head throbbing, and oozing even as it reached the abyss and tried to enter Dons
now greedy, flexing hole.
As his cock gained entry the channel tightened squeezing Aaron tighter and tighter
drawing him inch by inch deeper and deeper until suddenly golden pubic hair met
auburn and gray.
The two paused savoring that moment of complete connection.
James, while no virgin, knew his tight young ass could not take Dons fire hydrant cock.
He spun around dragging his bulging balls and 7 inch ebon stick over Dons face and
plunged deep
in that warm cavern almost losing his creamy load on tonsils that were
caressing his
uncut cock head....
Dons tongue darting madly over the wrinkles of foreskin.
As the back of his head brushed his friends chest , his mouth widened
while he inhaled six hard, fat, smooth inches of cock, his throat opened,
easing the monster in as the boys lips met the preachers groin in an intimate kiss...
two golf balls in a hairy sack on either side of his nose while it poked at his friends snake,
now stuffed tight in Dons ass
Suddenly Don bellowed. The callow youth drew hard and sucked three years of seminary
stored semen as his throat convulsed..
.the hot sweet liquid almost choked him and then he spurted ,
again and again James shot over Dons mouth his lips and even his eyes. As Don
twisted and gulped, his ass closed in on Aaron, the walls milking, milking forcing
Aaron to his peak as well. His essence flowing from the now exhausted hole the penis slowly
resuming more normal proportions and nesting sticky, turgid in the crevasse.
Don lay gasping ... sated. Thinking oh my god the mess.. gotta cleanup before my
flock returns.
As the melodious bell pealed 4,
lying there fully dressed, with his fly open, cock head peaking out He was on his
cot, in the back of rectory, an enormous white puddle in his lap. As he arose to wash his face and hands
he wondered again if dreams were considered a sin .
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Not real happy with this ending, it didn't go where I had planned, well, maybe someone will like it. if not...I just paid for another year...you poor bastards...lol
Aside from the "Dallas" dream ending, what's not to like?!
Joyce Kilmer "Twisted" ...
Joyce Kilmer. 1886–1918
Pees
I THINK that I shall never see
A thing as lovely as a you pee.
A dick whose hungry mouth undressed
Above the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A cock that's UP to sky all day,
And lifts his hairy balls to spray;
A peen that may in summer wear
A nest of droplets in his hair;
Upon whose pink head cum has lain;
Who intimately lives to rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But mainly beer can make you pee.
O.K.! I'm going to Hell, now!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
I like it...
Beautiful golden shower gif as well -- went straight into my collection. I like it.
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THANKS! for the Kudos, Ron! 
Thought I'd maybe killed this thread by possibly exceeding it's expectations. 
And ... DQ ... "Pee-etry"
Leftykins!
From the mouth of a Genuine Preacher's Kid ... NICELY Done!!
"Don" (Whoever that might be), should bless his Heart that such Dreams are even possible (anymore).
Keep smilin', Buds!
Chaz
Thought I'd maybe killed this thread by possibly exceeding it's expectations.
And ... DQ ... "Pee-etry"
Leftykins!
From the mouth of a Genuine Preacher's Kid ... NICELY Done!!
"Don" (Whoever that might be), should bless his Heart that such Dreams are even possible (anymore).
Keep smilin', Buds!
Chaz
