@bluelit.bsky.social
I'm giving Vince an enema. He's hoping to be double-fisted at the Warehouse tonight, for the first time in his young career.
He looks strangely hot, sprawled in my empty tub—like an upended bull with a hose up its chute!
While we're waiting, he asks me to piss on him. Man, talk about Mr. Right!
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He looks strangely hot, sprawled in my empty tub—like an upended bull with a hose up its chute!
While we're waiting, he asks me to piss on him. Man, talk about Mr. Right!
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January 9, 2026 at 11:36 PM
I'm giving Vince an enema. He's hoping to be double-fisted at the Warehouse tonight, for the first time in his young career.
He looks strangely hot, sprawled in my empty tub—like an upended bull with a hose up its chute!
While we're waiting, he asks me to piss on him. Man, talk about Mr. Right!
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He looks strangely hot, sprawled in my empty tub—like an upended bull with a hose up its chute!
While we're waiting, he asks me to piss on him. Man, talk about Mr. Right!
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Rick is starting to feel anxious, needs to go to Mass at seven, the way I need to jerk off at my computer at nine. He's as addicted to God as I am to cock, or images of cock (the bigger, the better; just as Rick craves punishment from a wrathful God, Who would smite his (latent) f*g ass).
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January 9, 2026 at 11:05 PM
Rick is starting to feel anxious, needs to go to Mass at seven, the way I need to jerk off at my computer at nine. He's as addicted to God as I am to cock, or images of cock (the bigger, the better; just as Rick craves punishment from a wrathful God, Who would smite his (latent) f*g ass).
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At the end of the crawl space, it smells of moist dark earth. And of Rick's asshole: I'm rimming him, deliriously, jacking nonstop, giving rats (?) no chance to bite my wiener off. Rick's whopper is safe from harm, plunging in and out of his girlfriend's twat, so wetly! (Unless it isn't toothless?!)
January 9, 2026 at 10:25 PM
At the end of the crawl space, it smells of moist dark earth. And of Rick's asshole: I'm rimming him, deliriously, jacking nonstop, giving rats (?) no chance to bite my wiener off. Rick's whopper is safe from harm, plunging in and out of his girlfriend's twat, so wetly! (Unless it isn't toothless?!)
Hey, where are you? I'm in the attic, stroking. I know. I know. I just miss him so much. It's my way of communing with him, you know? His things are up here, Mom packed away in a few boxes. This picture of him, you've seen, I know... I could look at it forever. Yeah. At seven o'clock. See you then.
January 9, 2026 at 9:38 PM
Hey, where are you? I'm in the attic, stroking. I know. I know. I just miss him so much. It's my way of communing with him, you know? His things are up here, Mom packed away in a few boxes. This picture of him, you've seen, I know... I could look at it forever. Yeah. At seven o'clock. See you then.
I need to see Coach, desperately! Where IS he?! (All these fucking students... get the fuck out of my way, my life!) I'm addicted to the sight of his thick body, in his white polo shirt and burgundy sweats—so many muscles, ROUNDNESSES, to marvel at. He's MY Captain Marvel, my big strong Shazam!
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January 9, 2026 at 4:57 PM
I need to see Coach, desperately! Where IS he?! (All these fucking students... get the fuck out of my way, my life!) I'm addicted to the sight of his thick body, in his white polo shirt and burgundy sweats—so many muscles, ROUNDNESSES, to marvel at. He's MY Captain Marvel, my big strong Shazam!
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Ricky here likes to rent costumes for me to fuck him in. He's into masked superheroes: Batman, Spider-Man, Captain America... He likes to feel small and helpless in such characters' arms—helpless, but never safer, too. He says he feels invulnerable when, masked as one of them, I jack and kiss him.
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January 9, 2026 at 4:30 PM
Ricky here likes to rent costumes for me to fuck him in. He's into masked superheroes: Batman, Spider-Man, Captain America... He likes to feel small and helpless in such characters' arms—helpless, but never safer, too. He says he feels invulnerable when, masked as one of them, I jack and kiss him.
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I SO want to be punished by him. WHY am I such a craven f*g, so vulnerable to thuggish little beauties like him?
I can't imagine his punches hurting—not really: the impact of his fists would so thrill me, my RAPTURE would numb me to the pain he was trying to inflict.
"Hit Auntie again, dear—HARDER!"
I can't imagine his punches hurting—not really: the impact of his fists would so thrill me, my RAPTURE would numb me to the pain he was trying to inflict.
"Hit Auntie again, dear—HARDER!"
January 9, 2026 at 3:48 PM
I SO want to be punished by him. WHY am I such a craven f*g, so vulnerable to thuggish little beauties like him?
I can't imagine his punches hurting—not really: the impact of his fists would so thrill me, my RAPTURE would numb me to the pain he was trying to inflict.
"Hit Auntie again, dear—HARDER!"
I can't imagine his punches hurting—not really: the impact of his fists would so thrill me, my RAPTURE would numb me to the pain he was trying to inflict.
"Hit Auntie again, dear—HARDER!"
He used to be an altar boy. Wouldn't you know it, what with that halo of thick golden hair and those soft, Cupid's-bow lips.
He can absolve me of something, I feel. Even after leaving the Church and striking out on his own. He's worthy of his own religion now, to be adored, eaten alive, himself.
He can absolve me of something, I feel. Even after leaving the Church and striking out on his own. He's worthy of his own religion now, to be adored, eaten alive, himself.
January 9, 2026 at 3:26 PM
He used to be an altar boy. Wouldn't you know it, what with that halo of thick golden hair and those soft, Cupid's-bow lips.
He can absolve me of something, I feel. Even after leaving the Church and striking out on his own. He's worthy of his own religion now, to be adored, eaten alive, himself.
He can absolve me of something, I feel. Even after leaving the Church and striking out on his own. He's worthy of his own religion now, to be adored, eaten alive, himself.
Rick's asshole is so tiny, discreet, I have trouble finding it sometimes, when he's passed out after a bender. T-shirted but bottomless, facedown on the bed. Spread-eagled: he has such beautiful long legs, topped by a perfectly smooth, MEDIUM-sized bubble butt, I "crack" open, to sniff and search...
January 9, 2026 at 2:43 PM
Rick's asshole is so tiny, discreet, I have trouble finding it sometimes, when he's passed out after a bender. T-shirted but bottomless, facedown on the bed. Spread-eagled: he has such beautiful long legs, topped by a perfectly smooth, MEDIUM-sized bubble butt, I "crack" open, to sniff and search...
"I'm a dirty girl, I'm a dirty girl!" I whine, stroking at his feet. "Please, no pictures. Please, don't call the police. Ask them not to drink coffee, and piss all over me, standing all around me—PISS ON ME, PISS ON ME, PISS ON ME!
"No boots, fellas, please! I'll be a good girl, for ALL of you..."
"No boots, fellas, please! I'll be a good girl, for ALL of you..."
January 9, 2026 at 2:27 PM
"I'm a dirty girl, I'm a dirty girl!" I whine, stroking at his feet. "Please, no pictures. Please, don't call the police. Ask them not to drink coffee, and piss all over me, standing all around me—PISS ON ME, PISS ON ME, PISS ON ME!
"No boots, fellas, please! I'll be a good girl, for ALL of you..."
"No boots, fellas, please! I'll be a good girl, for ALL of you..."
I wonder: if I could get Rick to fuck me in a church, would that help him get over his fear of God? The one in our neighbourhood is open weekdays and, except for a few old women droning, madly repeating the Rosary, empty between Masses. I'd be very quiet regardless, impaled like a (happy!) martyr.
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January 9, 2026 at 4:39 AM
I wonder: if I could get Rick to fuck me in a church, would that help him get over his fear of God? The one in our neighbourhood is open weekdays and, except for a few old women droning, madly repeating the Rosary, empty between Masses. I'd be very quiet regardless, impaled like a (happy!) martyr.
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Rick says he'd like to become a shepherd, that he can't imagine living in society much longer. He says we wouldn't have to bathe out there, ever (where, "out there"?), and that maybe, lying in each other's arms, we'd travel back in time somehow, and see the Star of Bethlehem appear in the heavens.
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January 9, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Rick says he'd like to become a shepherd, that he can't imagine living in society much longer. He says we wouldn't have to bathe out there, ever (where, "out there"?), and that maybe, lying in each other's arms, we'd travel back in time somehow, and see the Star of Bethlehem appear in the heavens.
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Rick and I were kneeling by his bed and saying our prayers, with our arms extended on the covers and our hands joined—like Jesus, sort of draped over a rock in the Garden of Gethsemane? But he looked so sweet in his fresh briefs (we'd just had our bath), that I kept thinking of licking his asshole.
January 9, 2026 at 2:36 AM
Rick and I were kneeling by his bed and saying our prayers, with our arms extended on the covers and our hands joined—like Jesus, sort of draped over a rock in the Garden of Gethsemane? But he looked so sweet in his fresh briefs (we'd just had our bath), that I kept thinking of licking his asshole.
I wonder if Rick feels so guilty about being (latently) gay that he'd like to scourge himself, the way Christian masochists used to do. I wonder if he'd like ME to whip him, if he's too cowardly to do it himself. I'd like that. I think he'd be even more handsome with tears streaming down his face.
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January 9, 2026 at 1:50 AM
I wonder if Rick feels so guilty about being (latently) gay that he'd like to scourge himself, the way Christian masochists used to do. I wonder if he'd like ME to whip him, if he's too cowardly to do it himself. I'd like that. I think he'd be even more handsome with tears streaming down his face.
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Rick and I have a nightly ritual I just love—live for, really. We attend evening Mass (hold hands in the pew), then come home and have our bath. He lets me shampoo his hairy pecs, then towel-dry them. I like to sleep on them when they're nice and fluffy! He fucks girls, but spends the night with ME.
January 9, 2026 at 12:41 AM
Rick and I have a nightly ritual I just love—live for, really. We attend evening Mass (hold hands in the pew), then come home and have our bath. He lets me shampoo his hairy pecs, then towel-dry them. I like to sleep on them when they're nice and fluffy! He fucks girls, but spends the night with ME.
This is my bully, Gabe Ventresca. Isn't he GORGEOUS! (Don't you just love BLOND Italians—WTF?!)
His mother has these beautiful old prayer cards she keeps in a shoebox, and Gabe lets me look at one or two as he dominates me (I won't tell you how), so that he and Jesus have become confused in my mind.
His mother has these beautiful old prayer cards she keeps in a shoebox, and Gabe lets me look at one or two as he dominates me (I won't tell you how), so that he and Jesus have become confused in my mind.
January 8, 2026 at 11:29 PM
This is my bully, Gabe Ventresca. Isn't he GORGEOUS! (Don't you just love BLOND Italians—WTF?!)
His mother has these beautiful old prayer cards she keeps in a shoebox, and Gabe lets me look at one or two as he dominates me (I won't tell you how), so that he and Jesus have become confused in my mind.
His mother has these beautiful old prayer cards she keeps in a shoebox, and Gabe lets me look at one or two as he dominates me (I won't tell you how), so that he and Jesus have become confused in my mind.
This is my friend Luke. Isn't he beautiful!
One summer, we were picking wild strawberries in the sun and he took off his top. He smelled his armpits and let me smell them, too. Then he pulled his pants down, turned around, spread his cheeks, and invited me to eat some berries out of his butthole.
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One summer, we were picking wild strawberries in the sun and he took off his top. He smelled his armpits and let me smell them, too. Then he pulled his pants down, turned around, spread his cheeks, and invited me to eat some berries out of his butthole.
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January 8, 2026 at 11:07 PM
This is my friend Luke. Isn't he beautiful!
One summer, we were picking wild strawberries in the sun and he took off his top. He smelled his armpits and let me smell them, too. Then he pulled his pants down, turned around, spread his cheeks, and invited me to eat some berries out of his butthole.
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One summer, we were picking wild strawberries in the sun and he took off his top. He smelled his armpits and let me smell them, too. Then he pulled his pants down, turned around, spread his cheeks, and invited me to eat some berries out of his butthole.
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Rick is seriously into cocooning. His bedroom is in a dank, gloomy basement—and very musty, the way our briefs get after a week or so; we wear the same pair as long as possible, love to wallow in our own and each other's stink, to 69 out their "legs"—and now he wants us to move into the crawl space.
January 8, 2026 at 10:30 PM
Rick is seriously into cocooning. His bedroom is in a dank, gloomy basement—and very musty, the way our briefs get after a week or so; we wear the same pair as long as possible, love to wallow in our own and each other's stink, to 69 out their "legs"—and now he wants us to move into the crawl space.
I let these guys piss in my mouth today, out behind the old abandoned warehouse. (Do you know the spot? It's great, Heaven on Earth!) They were so sweet, too, helping me to clean up, afterwards, kissing and hugging me!
And they invited me to a jack-off party tomorrow night!! They like my attitude!
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And they invited me to a jack-off party tomorrow night!! They like my attitude!
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January 8, 2026 at 10:09 PM
I let these guys piss in my mouth today, out behind the old abandoned warehouse. (Do you know the spot? It's great, Heaven on Earth!) They were so sweet, too, helping me to clean up, afterwards, kissing and hugging me!
And they invited me to a jack-off party tomorrow night!! They like my attitude!
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And they invited me to a jack-off party tomorrow night!! They like my attitude!
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OMG! Have you seen this little alpha?! Now that I have, how am I supposed to go home!
I'm loitering in the parking lot, hoping something will happen—anything: if he just SPITS on me, I'll be in seventh heaven! (My self-loathing fuels fantasies like this; they're sick, but they really get me going!)
I'm loitering in the parking lot, hoping something will happen—anything: if he just SPITS on me, I'll be in seventh heaven! (My self-loathing fuels fantasies like this; they're sick, but they really get me going!)
January 8, 2026 at 9:48 PM
OMG! Have you seen this little alpha?! Now that I have, how am I supposed to go home!
I'm loitering in the parking lot, hoping something will happen—anything: if he just SPITS on me, I'll be in seventh heaven! (My self-loathing fuels fantasies like this; they're sick, but they really get me going!)
I'm loitering in the parking lot, hoping something will happen—anything: if he just SPITS on me, I'll be in seventh heaven! (My self-loathing fuels fantasies like this; they're sick, but they really get me going!)
On a bust I have of Jesus, He's wearing a red cloak over a white tunic, and His Sacred Heart right on the tunic.
I think Jesus was Black, and that He had a sexy beard like this skater, who isn't ascending to Heaven, but trying his best to stay aloft, in his baggy pants! The setting sun is his heart.
I think Jesus was Black, and that He had a sexy beard like this skater, who isn't ascending to Heaven, but trying his best to stay aloft, in his baggy pants! The setting sun is his heart.
January 8, 2026 at 7:56 PM
On a bust I have of Jesus, He's wearing a red cloak over a white tunic, and His Sacred Heart right on the tunic.
I think Jesus was Black, and that He had a sexy beard like this skater, who isn't ascending to Heaven, but trying his best to stay aloft, in his baggy pants! The setting sun is his heart.
I think Jesus was Black, and that He had a sexy beard like this skater, who isn't ascending to Heaven, but trying his best to stay aloft, in his baggy pants! The setting sun is his heart.
I saw Coach at lunch. He was climbing into his truck and, naturally, my eyes went to his bubble butt, in his burgundy sweats. He turned and caught my eye—and smiled!
I'm so happy to be alive right now, in the world with him. This is OUR time!
(I wonder where he was going, on an errand for whom?)
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I'm so happy to be alive right now, in the world with him. This is OUR time!
(I wonder where he was going, on an errand for whom?)
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January 8, 2026 at 6:18 PM
I saw Coach at lunch. He was climbing into his truck and, naturally, my eyes went to his bubble butt, in his burgundy sweats. He turned and caught my eye—and smiled!
I'm so happy to be alive right now, in the world with him. This is OUR time!
(I wonder where he was going, on an errand for whom?)
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I'm so happy to be alive right now, in the world with him. This is OUR time!
(I wonder where he was going, on an errand for whom?)
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What was he like as a little boy? Before he grew into his (princely good) looks and his power to seduce, effortlessly; to hurt, carelessly? Was he (say) the apple of his mother's eye, and his father's little man? Or maybe it was the other way around. I doubt he had nice siblings to cuddle-nap with.
January 8, 2026 at 5:33 PM
What was he like as a little boy? Before he grew into his (princely good) looks and his power to seduce, effortlessly; to hurt, carelessly? Was he (say) the apple of his mother's eye, and his father's little man? Or maybe it was the other way around. I doubt he had nice siblings to cuddle-nap with.
Look how shiny his baggy pants are, and his jersey... love that midnight blue.
He's dressed to kill, bejewelled, an angel of death. I'm going to ask him to do ME, to take me out behind the abandoned warehouse and, well, you know...
Go out looking into the night sky, on his chest... 33, Christ's age.
He's dressed to kill, bejewelled, an angel of death. I'm going to ask him to do ME, to take me out behind the abandoned warehouse and, well, you know...
Go out looking into the night sky, on his chest... 33, Christ's age.
January 8, 2026 at 4:51 PM
Look how shiny his baggy pants are, and his jersey... love that midnight blue.
He's dressed to kill, bejewelled, an angel of death. I'm going to ask him to do ME, to take me out behind the abandoned warehouse and, well, you know...
Go out looking into the night sky, on his chest... 33, Christ's age.
He's dressed to kill, bejewelled, an angel of death. I'm going to ask him to do ME, to take me out behind the abandoned warehouse and, well, you know...
Go out looking into the night sky, on his chest... 33, Christ's age.
This is the new janitor at our school! Isn't he DREAMY... Small, dark and handsome. Slim-hipped, broody and cold, cruel.
Today at recess, I walked right up to him (all the girls were afraid to, watching me intently, but I'm a fearless f*g) and I said, "I love you."
"Knock yourself out," he teased.
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Today at recess, I walked right up to him (all the girls were afraid to, watching me intently, but I'm a fearless f*g) and I said, "I love you."
"Knock yourself out," he teased.
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January 8, 2026 at 4:36 PM
This is the new janitor at our school! Isn't he DREAMY... Small, dark and handsome. Slim-hipped, broody and cold, cruel.
Today at recess, I walked right up to him (all the girls were afraid to, watching me intently, but I'm a fearless f*g) and I said, "I love you."
"Knock yourself out," he teased.
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Today at recess, I walked right up to him (all the girls were afraid to, watching me intently, but I'm a fearless f*g) and I said, "I love you."
"Knock yourself out," he teased.
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