Saturday, September 11, 2010

Blond Twink

Blond twinkie stripper,
so smooth your skin could be fourteen,
climb up on my lap again,
and offer my finger your yearning,
twitching, boy-hole.

Blond Twink

Blond twinkie stripper,
so smooth your skin could be fourteen,
climb up on my lap again,
and offer my finger your yearning,
twitching, boy-hole again.

Saturday, April 24, 2010


Flops Right
Flops Left

Monday, March 08, 2010

My penis

It is broken!

Thursday, November 19, 2009


Slaps right, slaps left

Friday, January 02, 2009


Squirt, spew, splatter, blast, jism

Friday, December 26, 2008


When I think about your smooth, hairless, deep, dark asshole
        I begin to fist my cock as fast as I can.


My penis throbs.
Not like, for a boy kept captive, like the Taliban guy in Kite Runner...
Maybe like that. But I don't cover it with religious lies.


My penis throbs.
Not like, for a boy kept captive, like the Taliban guy in Kite Runner...
Maybe like that. But I don't cover it with religious lies.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008


I wag my penis to the left,
I wag it to the right,
and when it wags a bit to tight,
I slam it against your face and shoot wildly all over the place.

Need springy lads

The time has come for a springy blond lad to jump up and down on my penis.

Sunday, March 23, 2008


Blow me, lick me, screw you

Wednesday, June 20, 2007


My penie, it's weenie, and spleenie. So lick my wanky hanky panky now, lanky!

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Monday, June 18, 2007

Ours is Was

I’m distressed for what’s become of us.

I still have a fear of living in your shadow,

Being my fathers son again,

Living in his house (the churches),

My Mother’s rules (as long as you live in my house…)


We had good sex,

Receptive orifice,

Wincing pain,

Replaced w/ pleasure,

Slow gentle sliding, and frenzied thrusting.

Wishes, places, things, to return to.



Your anger,




growling, reaching out.

Imperceptible in others, shocking in you.


Frightening to me.





The World.


Shitty, stupid, right-wing molded.

No utopia, not Zoar. 
Can’t be remade, re-imagined.

Others have preempted their 
dream. Your nightmare.

(Our nightmare?)

Too late for the powerless majority.

(Picture the minority giving up their hard-wrenched place:


Your new self:

Utopia lost, reality bounded.

Self. System controlled, hemmed in.

Destructed, now perverted?

Paradise lost,

No hope Paradise re-gained?

How do you re-make Utopia,

Reality gained; prevents?


I fear reality-molded you. Paradise-lost.

Grumbling, fretting, head pulled from the clouds.

Wincing, bitching, shit-hole reality.

Will you join the rest of us, or re-gain your peaceful

Was it a High-plain, or a _high_ plain?

Is heaven a state of mind, or a state of chemical-mined.


Will they return? Continue to harass?

Fear, watchfulness, destroys the soul.

I know.

Addiction breeds powerless hopelessness.

Destroys the soul,

I do know.

My soul is rotten.

Not strong, now trampled.

Yours to follow?

Forbid it Heaven.


Who reads your email? What damage, this to do?


Hit erase, don’t risk the harm.

But we’re over, never mended.

The damage done. What’s the harm.

Share my mind(?)

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Sunday, May 20, 2007

Boyish lay

Seventeen inch waist
Hairless shaved penis pointing at my mouth
White parchment skin, big smooth ballsac
Smell of scallions in the rain
Slides in easily
My hands on your hairless legs, ass, thighs, back, chest
Tiniest grunts or oohs (don't let mom hear!) barely audible
Never take off your clothes, hide whats going on

You going down on me
Cock jamming against the back of your throat
I cum in about twelve seconds

Up your hairless ass
My hands on your back
It's jammed in as hard as you demand
White hairless legs splayed, taking it like a boy

Sunday, February 25, 2007


Freezing rain
One night stands you have known
Going home now

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Porno Boy

You lie before me
Your legs spread wide
Your hairless armpits exposed
Your rosebud hole
Sunken and welcoming
You don't argue
Or demand your own way
You invite me inside
By not moving, breathing, resisting
In fact
Your body exudes no warmth
Nor glistening lips perfume
Your legs as smooth as my computer screen
Your arms so still as if fixed
Your hair, moves not
Fixed with the best of spray
Not a twitch do you betray
Not a breath from your lips
Nor a beat from your nape
Not a heave of your chest
Nor sweat from your brow
You are not alive
Perhaps you once were
You cannot yield
You cannot resist
You cannot comply
Or will me away
You cannot enjoy
You cannot cry pains
My mind's wish to be loved
It's fears if rejected
It's dread of control
And yielding to anger
Or hatred
Or spite and violence
Fear of anything at all
You are not to be feared
You are not to be loved
To yield
Or care
Or see or react
Absolute safety
And absolute regret
Of a life not lived
Friends not made
Lovers not held
Passions not felt
And exhaustions unshared
All is emptiness
Shame anger, and abandonment

Thursday, January 25, 2007


How could you betray me?
For yourself
Your standing in the eyes of the cool
Avoidance of abuse
Your funny name
You lack of fighting skill
Your seperatist religion
Your foreign (but sweet) mother
Turn your back on your best friend
Yearn for the acceptance of others
Would they have given you all?
Would they have spread their legs for you?
Taken you inside themselves?
I would have
But seek out others
They are more cool
More accepted
Less caring
Not caring for you
Not your best friend
The damage is done
Who can undo it?

Tuesday, January 23, 2007


Posses me not demonic obsession!
Get thee behind me!
Take thine beautiful hairles butt-hole away from me!
Re-sheath thine beatiful erect organ!
Cover thine slick gleaming glans!
Re-gird those beatiful smooth thighs!
Uncurl those long toes!
Remove thine fingers from my hair!
Pant thee not into my ear!
Moan not from my thrusting!
Groan not when I push deeply!
Posses me not!

Sunday, January 21, 2007


You wander the bar
with your pony tail down your back
I wonder as I brush by you
If I might get lice

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Poor Lad

Poor pretty little kidnapped lad
You were held four years
Likely abused, beaten, molested
You feared to escape
feared for your life
I can understand that
others say they can't
They are stupid
They can't see beyond their
whitebread, middle-class, majority
My heart breaks for you
and I pity your pain, hurt
your tortured long ordeal
But I have my own tortures
I want to love you
To be with you
And I hate myself


So, it's 4AM.
My balls are dry.
My eyes are dry.
My crotch is glowing, relaxed,
blood slowly oozing out of it.
It was good.
Alas, now I want it again.
Who has that kind o' fukin energy?

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Worries are over

I was worried that I don't have hardons often enough...
So I started taking Boneva.

Monday, June 12, 2006


They say that a stiff dick has no conscience.
But mine runs screaming back into my body near anything massively ugly, fat, or female.


Wednesday, May 10, 2006


The allure of perversion.
The thrill of the bizarre.
The excitement of the disgusting, and sick.
Slide it in, slide it out, ram it in and listen to the giggles and moans.
Wait for the shaking of what is to come, then let go.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Spunky Russian Lad

So I'm sitting in the hot tub, nursing my aching legs which had just been abused beyond the pall in my workout.

Blonde russian lad in his twenties slides in next to me. He's buff, tattoos here and there, fuzzy in all the right places, smooth in all the right places, with his hair nearly shaved and just as sexy as can be.

I feel this gradual contact, and soon he's twiddlin' with my P.A. So what could I do but slide over next to him and start stroking his body in all the places where I'm sure he needs it. Shoulders, pecs, thighs, winkie etc.

We play with each other for a while, he's paying attention to learning about my P.A. Soon he's maxed out, climbs up on my lap and starts friggin himself as hard as he can. My left hand is wand'ring around his pec and nipple, and my right hand is stroking and pressuring his G spot.

Next thing I know the water is MUCH more slippery than usual, even with all the chemicals they pump into it. He's apparently cum about fifteen gallons. He's got a HUGE grin on his adorable tiny little russian lips.

And what a nice way to adjust the P.H. of the hot tub!

Wednesday, March 08, 2006


I wag my penis to the left,
I wag it to the right,
And when somebody slaps it round,
I spit "What the hell ya' bein' so damn innapropriate bout!!!??!!!"