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One of the guys feels sorry for me (the guy just below the one pictured here (my masked kidnapper), the one who's grinning devilishly 👅) and lets me feed on his spicy asshole, as well as on his spooge and urine.
He also lets me lick the grit out from between the treads of his sneakers, for roughage.
He also lets me lick the grit out from between the treads of his sneakers, for roughage.
November 14, 2025 at 4:46 PM
One of the guys feels sorry for me (the guy just below the one pictured here (my masked kidnapper), the one who's grinning devilishly 👅) and lets me feed on his spicy asshole, as well as on his spooge and urine.
He also lets me lick the grit out from between the treads of his sneakers, for roughage.
He also lets me lick the grit out from between the treads of his sneakers, for roughage.
Please don't kidnap me! Hold me captive in one of these buildings, in a dingy, barely furnished room with a flag over the window.
I won't scream, you don't have to gag me, threaten me. I'll blow you all, you and your baggy-panted friends. I can survive on just/all that spooge—I'll be cheap to keep!
I won't scream, you don't have to gag me, threaten me. I'll blow you all, you and your baggy-panted friends. I can survive on just/all that spooge—I'll be cheap to keep!
November 14, 2025 at 4:46 PM
Please don't kidnap me! Hold me captive in one of these buildings, in a dingy, barely furnished room with a flag over the window.
I won't scream, you don't have to gag me, threaten me. I'll blow you all, you and your baggy-panted friends. I can survive on just/all that spooge—I'll be cheap to keep!
I won't scream, you don't have to gag me, threaten me. I'll blow you all, you and your baggy-panted friends. I can survive on just/all that spooge—I'll be cheap to keep!
One time (on a dark, rainy Sunday afternoon when you just felt like DYING), we went looking for Coach at the old abandoned mills, but didn't find him. All we found was a pair of extra-large boxers, we assumed were soaked from the rain but that smelled strongly of urine—they made our nostrils pinch!
November 14, 2025 at 4:19 PM
One time (on a dark, rainy Sunday afternoon when you just felt like DYING), we went looking for Coach at the old abandoned mills, but didn't find him. All we found was a pair of extra-large boxers, we assumed were soaked from the rain but that smelled strongly of urine—they made our nostrils pinch!
Coach drinks a lot. Not at school (I don't think), but on weekends. Often we see him by the old abandoned textile mills, just hanging out in clothes we NEVER see him in at school—cool baggy pants and jewellery—and always he's swigging from a big beer bottle—and taking (long!) leaks, right outside!
November 14, 2025 at 3:58 PM
Coach drinks a lot. Not at school (I don't think), but on weekends. Often we see him by the old abandoned textile mills, just hanging out in clothes we NEVER see him in at school—cool baggy pants and jewellery—and always he's swigging from a big beer bottle—and taking (long!) leaks, right outside!
Time for cuddles with Coach!
His white polo shirt and burgundy sweatpants are ever so soft to touch and nap on. Only there's hard, beefy muscle beneath: chest muscles, thigh muscles, shoulder muscles... all extra-large!
If you don't feel safe in this world, don't have a father, get yourself a Coach.
His white polo shirt and burgundy sweatpants are ever so soft to touch and nap on. Only there's hard, beefy muscle beneath: chest muscles, thigh muscles, shoulder muscles... all extra-large!
If you don't feel safe in this world, don't have a father, get yourself a Coach.
November 14, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Time for cuddles with Coach!
His white polo shirt and burgundy sweatpants are ever so soft to touch and nap on. Only there's hard, beefy muscle beneath: chest muscles, thigh muscles, shoulder muscles... all extra-large!
If you don't feel safe in this world, don't have a father, get yourself a Coach.
His white polo shirt and burgundy sweatpants are ever so soft to touch and nap on. Only there's hard, beefy muscle beneath: chest muscles, thigh muscles, shoulder muscles... all extra-large!
If you don't feel safe in this world, don't have a father, get yourself a Coach.
I just reread this, seeing your Like (you're good to me). I didn't do the feeling justice.
Another time...?
Another time...?
November 14, 2025 at 3:27 AM
I just reread this, seeing your Like (you're good to me). I didn't do the feeling justice.
Another time...?
Another time...?
This reminds me of a pear tree a friend and I used to eat the pears of. They never ripened properly, and, one time, after eating too many, my friend had to take an emergency shit, in the woods where the tree was. He did it out of sight, but we talked a bit, DURING, and I felt closer to him then.
🍐💩👨❤️👨
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November 13, 2025 at 7:04 PM
This reminds me of a pear tree a friend and I used to eat the pears of. They never ripened properly, and, one time, after eating too many, my friend had to take an emergency shit, in the woods where the tree was. He did it out of sight, but we talked a bit, DURING, and I felt closer to him then.
🍐💩👨❤️👨
🍐💩👨❤️👨
Coach says he's going to let me pick any ornament I want from his Christmas tree—his tree at home, in his living room—to have as a keepsake of our Christmas together this year, 19—.
I know I'm going to tingle like crazy, choosing it, with him standing beside me... I may even cry, laugh and cry!
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I know I'm going to tingle like crazy, choosing it, with him standing beside me... I may even cry, laugh and cry!
💪🥹🎄
November 13, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Coach says he's going to let me pick any ornament I want from his Christmas tree—his tree at home, in his living room—to have as a keepsake of our Christmas together this year, 19—.
I know I'm going to tingle like crazy, choosing it, with him standing beside me... I may even cry, laugh and cry!
💪🥹🎄
I know I'm going to tingle like crazy, choosing it, with him standing beside me... I may even cry, laugh and cry!
💪🥹🎄
My rock-polishing drum has been turning for weeks, now, in the basement (in the rec room, on the floor in the corner behind the Victrola). The rocks should be ready by December 1st, smoothed to (pretend) precious gemstones. I'm going to keep them in a small cedar box I have, fragrant and unfinished.
November 13, 2025 at 5:05 PM
My rock-polishing drum has been turning for weeks, now, in the basement (in the rec room, on the floor in the corner behind the Victrola). The rocks should be ready by December 1st, smoothed to (pretend) precious gemstones. I'm going to keep them in a small cedar box I have, fragrant and unfinished.
I was such a plug in phys ed today, I fell on my face and cried. All the guys laughed, but Coach picked me up, brushed me off—my girly tears from my cheeks, too—and told me to go get changed, back into my street clothes; that, after class, he'd be taking me to Tim Hortons for a glazed honey cruller!
November 13, 2025 at 4:34 PM
I was such a plug in phys ed today, I fell on my face and cried. All the guys laughed, but Coach picked me up, brushed me off—my girly tears from my cheeks, too—and told me to go get changed, back into my street clothes; that, after class, he'd be taking me to Tim Hortons for a glazed honey cruller!
I wish I had a dagger.
I have a pocketknife, one of my cousins gave me. I like it, because I liked him, but he's dead to me now—"straight."
A dagger with a jewel-encrusted hilt: it would make my stabs more beautiful, elegant.
In the olden days, people could express themselves more freely, openly.
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I have a pocketknife, one of my cousins gave me. I like it, because I liked him, but he's dead to me now—"straight."
A dagger with a jewel-encrusted hilt: it would make my stabs more beautiful, elegant.
In the olden days, people could express themselves more freely, openly.
☀️🗡️
November 13, 2025 at 4:26 PM
I wish I had a dagger.
I have a pocketknife, one of my cousins gave me. I like it, because I liked him, but he's dead to me now—"straight."
A dagger with a jewel-encrusted hilt: it would make my stabs more beautiful, elegant.
In the olden days, people could express themselves more freely, openly.
☀️🗡️
I have a pocketknife, one of my cousins gave me. I like it, because I liked him, but he's dead to me now—"straight."
A dagger with a jewel-encrusted hilt: it would make my stabs more beautiful, elegant.
In the olden days, people could express themselves more freely, openly.
☀️🗡️
"Hi. Do you want your cock sucked?"
"What?! Fuck off, f*ggot!"
"I'm serious. A mouth's a mouth, no? Don't you like getting your cock sucked? You can piss on me, too, if you want."
"Jesus Christ! Get the FUCK away from me before I kick your FUCKIN head in!"
"Oh, yeah...? And what if I have a knife?"
"What?! Fuck off, f*ggot!"
"I'm serious. A mouth's a mouth, no? Don't you like getting your cock sucked? You can piss on me, too, if you want."
"Jesus Christ! Get the FUCK away from me before I kick your FUCKIN head in!"
"Oh, yeah...? And what if I have a knife?"
November 13, 2025 at 4:18 PM
"Hi. Do you want your cock sucked?"
"What?! Fuck off, f*ggot!"
"I'm serious. A mouth's a mouth, no? Don't you like getting your cock sucked? You can piss on me, too, if you want."
"Jesus Christ! Get the FUCK away from me before I kick your FUCKIN head in!"
"Oh, yeah...? And what if I have a knife?"
"What?! Fuck off, f*ggot!"
"I'm serious. A mouth's a mouth, no? Don't you like getting your cock sucked? You can piss on me, too, if you want."
"Jesus Christ! Get the FUCK away from me before I kick your FUCKIN head in!"
"Oh, yeah...? And what if I have a knife?"
I don't know how many days before Christmas it is, not that many. I'm in Coach's living room, on the sofa, lying with my head on his chest. There's a Christmas special playing on TV, but I can't keep my eyes open, to watch it.
Coach puts one hand on my head, and the other on my back, and I'm out.
💪🎄
Coach puts one hand on my head, and the other on my back, and I'm out.
💪🎄
November 13, 2025 at 4:09 PM
I don't know how many days before Christmas it is, not that many. I'm in Coach's living room, on the sofa, lying with my head on his chest. There's a Christmas special playing on TV, but I can't keep my eyes open, to watch it.
Coach puts one hand on my head, and the other on my back, and I'm out.
💪🎄
Coach puts one hand on my head, and the other on my back, and I'm out.
💪🎄
Coach and I are sitting in the library together, at a table we have all to ourselves (though the library is almost empty: it's about to close). We're bent over books (with our elbows on the table, but we aren't eating) with medieval torture devices in them, that look so strange, but exciting, too.
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November 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM
Coach and I are sitting in the library together, at a table we have all to ourselves (though the library is almost empty: it's about to close). We're bent over books (with our elbows on the table, but we aren't eating) with medieval torture devices in them, that look so strange, but exciting, too.
🗜️
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On the first day of gym, I don't want to shower with the guys, so I wade out into a muddy/swampy part of the underbrush, behind the tennis courts. Coach punishes me for soiling my new sneakers by making me kneel in a corner of his office; while he grades papers, sitting at his desk behind/beside me.
November 12, 2025 at 9:54 PM
On the first day of gym, I don't want to shower with the guys, so I wade out into a muddy/swampy part of the underbrush, behind the tennis courts. Coach punishes me for soiling my new sneakers by making me kneel in a corner of his office; while he grades papers, sitting at his desk behind/beside me.
Coach and I are in a Walmart; I'm helping him choose a potted poinsettia for his office (his private one at school, on the second floor; not the one in the gym, he shares with other phys ed teachers). He likes the red blooms and I like the pink ones, the dusty-rose ones.
(His sweats are burgundy.)
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(His sweats are burgundy.)
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November 12, 2025 at 8:54 PM
Coach and I are in a Walmart; I'm helping him choose a potted poinsettia for his office (his private one at school, on the second floor; not the one in the gym, he shares with other phys ed teachers). He likes the red blooms and I like the pink ones, the dusty-rose ones.
(His sweats are burgundy.)
🛒
(His sweats are burgundy.)
🛒
Coach and I are hiding, in a tunnel we've dug in the snow. It's one of those no-days, surreal nothing days, between Christmas and New Year's, and we're practising being dead. Coach is keeping an "eye" on me, though (it's dark in here), lying on top of me and rousing me whenever I start to drift off.
November 12, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Coach and I are hiding, in a tunnel we've dug in the snow. It's one of those no-days, surreal nothing days, between Christmas and New Year's, and we're practising being dead. Coach is keeping an "eye" on me, though (it's dark in here), lying on top of me and rousing me whenever I start to drift off.
I'm listening to Celtic harp music on my CD player, dozing blissfully on the couch, my hands folded over my stomach. Sated, for now, by all the loads I swallowed last night, sucked, fervently, out of countless, anonymous cocks.
For me, such rampages are like going on an intense spiritual retreat.
🍆🧎♂️
For me, such rampages are like going on an intense spiritual retreat.
🍆🧎♂️
November 12, 2025 at 7:51 PM
I'm listening to Celtic harp music on my CD player, dozing blissfully on the couch, my hands folded over my stomach. Sated, for now, by all the loads I swallowed last night, sucked, fervently, out of countless, anonymous cocks.
For me, such rampages are like going on an intense spiritual retreat.
🍆🧎♂️
For me, such rampages are like going on an intense spiritual retreat.
🍆🧎♂️
I'm recovering on the couch. Last night and into this morning, I was indulging in unbridled cocksucking and rimming, in hot-flowing streams of piss, and worse. This guy here gave me a fat lip and bloody nose. I'm crushing on him bad, am plotting my revenge, yet feel I've already gotten it somehow?
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November 12, 2025 at 7:41 PM
I'm recovering on the couch. Last night and into this morning, I was indulging in unbridled cocksucking and rimming, in hot-flowing streams of piss, and worse. This guy here gave me a fat lip and bloody nose. I'm crushing on him bad, am plotting my revenge, yet feel I've already gotten it somehow?
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He LOOKS like boyfriend material, like the guy next door, but he's a total sex pig, so forget it, ladies. He will NOT be fucking you before church on Sunday mornings, the only man you've ever loved enough to take up the ass with PLEASURE, not pain and discomfort. In your nice bedroom, happy home.
November 12, 2025 at 3:17 PM
He LOOKS like boyfriend material, like the guy next door, but he's a total sex pig, so forget it, ladies. He will NOT be fucking you before church on Sunday mornings, the only man you've ever loved enough to take up the ass with PLEASURE, not pain and discomfort. In your nice bedroom, happy home.
Look how nice his bum is. And his neatly combed, fresh cut. And his perfectly manicured fingernails. I like him very much. I like a guy who's obsessed with sex. I hope his fantasies take him far, that he finds himself in manure, say, writhing and jacking, naked, while a bunch of cowboys piss on him.
November 12, 2025 at 3:04 PM
Look how nice his bum is. And his neatly combed, fresh cut. And his perfectly manicured fingernails. I like him very much. I like a guy who's obsessed with sex. I hope his fantasies take him far, that he finds himself in manure, say, writhing and jacking, naked, while a bunch of cowboys piss on him.
He's foaming at the mouth, is he rabid? That's where depravity leads, eh? We feel like we're going crazy, but we love it!
I tried this on a TV screen, when I was a teen; the contact between my tongue and the glass was jarring. It worked better in the shower, kissing the stall wall with my eyes shut.
I tried this on a TV screen, when I was a teen; the contact between my tongue and the glass was jarring. It worked better in the shower, kissing the stall wall with my eyes shut.
November 12, 2025 at 2:44 PM
He's foaming at the mouth, is he rabid? That's where depravity leads, eh? We feel like we're going crazy, but we love it!
I tried this on a TV screen, when I was a teen; the contact between my tongue and the glass was jarring. It worked better in the shower, kissing the stall wall with my eyes shut.
I tried this on a TV screen, when I was a teen; the contact between my tongue and the glass was jarring. It worked better in the shower, kissing the stall wall with my eyes shut.
Ooh! That is so COOL, his spinning around like that!
And his pants are so hot, like running ink, or insect legs—pant-boots?
HE'S so hot—his biceps rule me, I'd do anything to worship them, suck on them.
He's got the perfect attitude, knows he's everything, the whole WORLD, to lowly f*gs like me.
And his pants are so hot, like running ink, or insect legs—pant-boots?
HE'S so hot—his biceps rule me, I'd do anything to worship them, suck on them.
He's got the perfect attitude, knows he's everything, the whole WORLD, to lowly f*gs like me.
November 11, 2025 at 10:40 PM
Ooh! That is so COOL, his spinning around like that!
And his pants are so hot, like running ink, or insect legs—pant-boots?
HE'S so hot—his biceps rule me, I'd do anything to worship them, suck on them.
He's got the perfect attitude, knows he's everything, the whole WORLD, to lowly f*gs like me.
And his pants are so hot, like running ink, or insect legs—pant-boots?
HE'S so hot—his biceps rule me, I'd do anything to worship them, suck on them.
He's got the perfect attitude, knows he's everything, the whole WORLD, to lowly f*gs like me.
This guy has beautiful, hairy pecs, I love to suck on—his nips, of course; I could suck on them for hours, jacking in his lap and looking up at him cross-eyed, or unseeing, in a trance. It's as if I need to be nursed by a man, you know? A sweet Daddy type who would take over and stroke me to climax.
November 11, 2025 at 10:15 PM
This guy has beautiful, hairy pecs, I love to suck on—his nips, of course; I could suck on them for hours, jacking in his lap and looking up at him cross-eyed, or unseeing, in a trance. It's as if I need to be nursed by a man, you know? A sweet Daddy type who would take over and stroke me to climax.
Our cheeks were rosy and STINGING from the cold.
There were snowflakes on Coach's big beard; his whiskers were so dense and dark, they were like the brambles blocking the (vying) princes' way to Sleeping Beauty's castle. His lips were full, too, and would only open for the right guy—to swallow him!
There were snowflakes on Coach's big beard; his whiskers were so dense and dark, they were like the brambles blocking the (vying) princes' way to Sleeping Beauty's castle. His lips were full, too, and would only open for the right guy—to swallow him!
November 11, 2025 at 6:56 PM
Our cheeks were rosy and STINGING from the cold.
There were snowflakes on Coach's big beard; his whiskers were so dense and dark, they were like the brambles blocking the (vying) princes' way to Sleeping Beauty's castle. His lips were full, too, and would only open for the right guy—to swallow him!
There were snowflakes on Coach's big beard; his whiskers were so dense and dark, they were like the brambles blocking the (vying) princes' way to Sleeping Beauty's castle. His lips were full, too, and would only open for the right guy—to swallow him!