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Rick gives me my first cigarette, and lets me wear his chain around my neck while I puff—puff and choke, puff and cough and sputter—making him chuckle but pat me on the back, too, pretty hard—too hard! 💪♥️
When I'm OK again, he tousles my hair, sending shock waves through me: he's so big and DREAMY!
When I'm OK again, he tousles my hair, sending shock waves through me: he's so big and DREAMY!
December 10, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Rick gives me my first cigarette, and lets me wear his chain around my neck while I puff—puff and choke, puff and cough and sputter—making him chuckle but pat me on the back, too, pretty hard—too hard! 💪♥️
When I'm OK again, he tousles my hair, sending shock waves through me: he's so big and DREAMY!
When I'm OK again, he tousles my hair, sending shock waves through me: he's so big and DREAMY!
This is Rick Séguin, Paul's older brother. He works in one of the shops here—doing guy stuff, I dunno.
If I was his girl, I'd get to snuggle with him on the couch. 💪♥️
He asks me what I'm doing here, shouldn't I be in school. He says they need someone on the loading dock, but that I'm too scrawny.
If I was his girl, I'd get to snuggle with him on the couch. 💪♥️
He asks me what I'm doing here, shouldn't I be in school. He says they need someone on the loading dock, but that I'm too scrawny.
December 10, 2025 at 4:29 PM
This is Rick Séguin, Paul's older brother. He works in one of the shops here—doing guy stuff, I dunno.
If I was his girl, I'd get to snuggle with him on the couch. 💪♥️
He asks me what I'm doing here, shouldn't I be in school. He says they need someone on the loading dock, but that I'm too scrawny.
If I was his girl, I'd get to snuggle with him on the couch. 💪♥️
He asks me what I'm doing here, shouldn't I be in school. He says they need someone on the loading dock, but that I'm too scrawny.
Look how beautiful his face is, how luminous his complexion.
What's that on his finger, crud from that guy's sneaker? Look at the white undersides of his fingers—if he touched me with those fingers, I'd faint!
That looks like calcium on the sneaker—from city snow? I'd warm my nose—SNOUT—in it!
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What's that on his finger, crud from that guy's sneaker? Look at the white undersides of his fingers—if he touched me with those fingers, I'd faint!
That looks like calcium on the sneaker—from city snow? I'd warm my nose—SNOUT—in it!
👟🐶🍆
December 10, 2025 at 4:04 PM
Look how beautiful his face is, how luminous his complexion.
What's that on his finger, crud from that guy's sneaker? Look at the white undersides of his fingers—if he touched me with those fingers, I'd faint!
That looks like calcium on the sneaker—from city snow? I'd warm my nose—SNOUT—in it!
👟🐶🍆
What's that on his finger, crud from that guy's sneaker? Look at the white undersides of his fingers—if he touched me with those fingers, I'd faint!
That looks like calcium on the sneaker—from city snow? I'd warm my nose—SNOUT—in it!
👟🐶🍆
Have you seen pictures of Marshall Price online, doing this with his tongue? Not licking a sneaker, but sticking it out to tantalize girls. He makes me shoot, every time I see him—see IT, his long, pink tongue. Both his tongue and cock are extra long, but it's his tongue that sends me over the edge.
December 10, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Have you seen pictures of Marshall Price online, doing this with his tongue? Not licking a sneaker, but sticking it out to tantalize girls. He makes me shoot, every time I see him—see IT, his long, pink tongue. Both his tongue and cock are extra long, but it's his tongue that sends me over the edge.
When you disappoint Coach, hurt or annoy him, he makes you kneel in a corner of his office.
But, after a while, he releases you, takes you in his arms and forgives you with a hug!
What I would like then is to be a baby again, to be CRADLED in his arms, and rest my head on one of his pecs, and sleep.
But, after a while, he releases you, takes you in his arms and forgives you with a hug!
What I would like then is to be a baby again, to be CRADLED in his arms, and rest my head on one of his pecs, and sleep.
December 10, 2025 at 2:19 PM
When you disappoint Coach, hurt or annoy him, he makes you kneel in a corner of his office.
But, after a while, he releases you, takes you in his arms and forgives you with a hug!
What I would like then is to be a baby again, to be CRADLED in his arms, and rest my head on one of his pecs, and sleep.
But, after a while, he releases you, takes you in his arms and forgives you with a hug!
What I would like then is to be a baby again, to be CRADLED in his arms, and rest my head on one of his pecs, and sleep.
I went back to St. George's tonight, for evening Mass. I was hoping to find my bum there, to give him back his (?) figurine. He wasn't there, but another bum told me where I might find him. All I found, though, in the alleyway in question, was his (?) bedding, a rat's nest of "cuddly" (?) trash.
🙏😴🐀
🙏😴🐀
December 10, 2025 at 2:58 AM
I went back to St. George's tonight, for evening Mass. I was hoping to find my bum there, to give him back his (?) figurine. He wasn't there, but another bum told me where I might find him. All I found, though, in the alleyway in question, was his (?) bedding, a rat's nest of "cuddly" (?) trash.
🙏😴🐀
🙏😴🐀
Guy and I were in a Sally Ann this afternoon, and he came across a toy he'd had as a kid. He picked it up and got all emotional.
Back at his place, he let me blow him on the couch. It was only the second time he's done so. He didn't suck me off, though. He isn't gay.
Did I take advantage of him?
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Back at his place, he let me blow him on the couch. It was only the second time he's done so. He didn't suck me off, though. He isn't gay.
Did I take advantage of him?
🧸🥹🍆
December 10, 2025 at 2:36 AM
Guy and I were in a Sally Ann this afternoon, and he came across a toy he'd had as a kid. He picked it up and got all emotional.
Back at his place, he let me blow him on the couch. It was only the second time he's done so. He didn't suck me off, though. He isn't gay.
Did I take advantage of him?
🧸🥹🍆
Back at his place, he let me blow him on the couch. It was only the second time he's done so. He didn't suck me off, though. He isn't gay.
Did I take advantage of him?
🧸🥹🍆
That bum I blew today... he left right after he shot, fastening his baggy pants as he shuffled out of the pew. I don't know if it was his (I hope not, maybe it was important to him, a childhood keepsake/good luck charm), but I found, under the kneeler, a "Hickory Dickory Dock" Red Rose Tea figurine.
December 9, 2025 at 11:22 PM
That bum I blew today... he left right after he shot, fastening his baggy pants as he shuffled out of the pew. I don't know if it was his (I hope not, maybe it was important to him, a childhood keepsake/good luck charm), but I found, under the kneeler, a "Hickory Dickory Dock" Red Rose Tea figurine.
Coach surprised me in his office today—with a little potted Christmas cactus! I stood on tiptoe to hug him thanks!
He couldn't drive me home with it, though; he had a game after school. So, he lent me his big lunch box, which is a small cooler, to carry it home in, like a donated organ, in the snow.
He couldn't drive me home with it, though; he had a game after school. So, he lent me his big lunch box, which is a small cooler, to carry it home in, like a donated organ, in the snow.
December 9, 2025 at 10:54 PM
Coach surprised me in his office today—with a little potted Christmas cactus! I stood on tiptoe to hug him thanks!
He couldn't drive me home with it, though; he had a game after school. So, he lent me his big lunch box, which is a small cooler, to carry it home in, like a donated organ, in the snow.
He couldn't drive me home with it, though; he had a game after school. So, he lent me his big lunch box, which is a small cooler, to carry it home in, like a donated organ, in the snow.
If you'd seen my cousin's hair, it would have fucked you up, too. It was two or three colours—like, silver and gold and dirty blond, but all blended together, more or less; thick and wavy (but not TOO thick), like a fairy-tale prince's, framing his face like a shaggy halo—like an ANGEL-PRINCE'S!
🤴😇✂️
🤴😇✂️
December 9, 2025 at 10:41 PM
If you'd seen my cousin's hair, it would have fucked you up, too. It was two or three colours—like, silver and gold and dirty blond, but all blended together, more or less; thick and wavy (but not TOO thick), like a fairy-tale prince's, framing his face like a shaggy halo—like an ANGEL-PRINCE'S!
🤴😇✂️
🤴😇✂️
Guy just showed me the pair of white cotton briefs he wore for his First Communion. They looked good as new, spotless. He said he took them off right after the ceremony, and sealed them, still warm, in a clear plastic bag.
The plastic made a crinkly sound as we turned it over, marvelling at them.
⛪🩲
The plastic made a crinkly sound as we turned it over, marvelling at them.
⛪🩲
December 9, 2025 at 10:20 PM
Guy just showed me the pair of white cotton briefs he wore for his First Communion. They looked good as new, spotless. He said he took them off right after the ceremony, and sealed them, still warm, in a clear plastic bag.
The plastic made a crinkly sound as we turned it over, marvelling at them.
⛪🩲
The plastic made a crinkly sound as we turned it over, marvelling at them.
⛪🩲
André's grandmother is knitting in her rocker. She made him the tuque he's wearing in this picture.
Burgundy is one of my favourite colours. It's the colour of Coach's (discreet but potent) bubble butt, in his sweatpants. And of (cheap but potent) Mass wine. And of the roses in my mother's garden.
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Burgundy is one of my favourite colours. It's the colour of Coach's (discreet but potent) bubble butt, in his sweatpants. And of (cheap but potent) Mass wine. And of the roses in my mother's garden.
🧎
December 9, 2025 at 9:45 PM
André's grandmother is knitting in her rocker. She made him the tuque he's wearing in this picture.
Burgundy is one of my favourite colours. It's the colour of Coach's (discreet but potent) bubble butt, in his sweatpants. And of (cheap but potent) Mass wine. And of the roses in my mother's garden.
🧎
Burgundy is one of my favourite colours. It's the colour of Coach's (discreet but potent) bubble butt, in his sweatpants. And of (cheap but potent) Mass wine. And of the roses in my mother's garden.
🧎
I'd like to give Vince a chamber pot for Christmas, but I know he won't use it—allow me to empty it for him! ♥️♥️♥️
I'd love to see him sitting on it, a big, 200-lb baby, with his baggy pants down around his knees! Hear him GO in it—No. 2! Start SMELLING it, his animal-stink, filling our cozy bedroom!
I'd love to see him sitting on it, a big, 200-lb baby, with his baggy pants down around his knees! Hear him GO in it—No. 2! Start SMELLING it, his animal-stink, filling our cozy bedroom!
December 9, 2025 at 6:19 PM
I'd like to give Vince a chamber pot for Christmas, but I know he won't use it—allow me to empty it for him! ♥️♥️♥️
I'd love to see him sitting on it, a big, 200-lb baby, with his baggy pants down around his knees! Hear him GO in it—No. 2! Start SMELLING it, his animal-stink, filling our cozy bedroom!
I'd love to see him sitting on it, a big, 200-lb baby, with his baggy pants down around his knees! Hear him GO in it—No. 2! Start SMELLING it, his animal-stink, filling our cozy bedroom!
At the Tastee-Freez, Coach goes to the bathroom and leaves his baseball cap on the table. I can't resist picking it up and sniffing it, running my nose along the sweatband. While I do, a guy smoking on the confectionery steps catches my eye and holds it: a standoff, through the plate glass window.
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December 9, 2025 at 5:55 PM
At the Tastee-Freez, Coach goes to the bathroom and leaves his baseball cap on the table. I can't resist picking it up and sniffing it, running my nose along the sweatband. While I do, a guy smoking on the confectionery steps catches my eye and holds it: a standoff, through the plate glass window.
🧢
🧢
I didn't have anything to do, so I went into St. George's, to warm up. There was another homeless guy in there; we had the place to ourselves. I sucked him off in a pew. He stank to high heaven—his greasy, overgrown pubes and chewable headcheese—but I fought back my nausea to taste his (young) jizz!
December 9, 2025 at 5:24 PM
I didn't have anything to do, so I went into St. George's, to warm up. There was another homeless guy in there; we had the place to ourselves. I sucked him off in a pew. He stank to high heaven—his greasy, overgrown pubes and chewable headcheese—but I fought back my nausea to taste his (young) jizz!
I love loitering downtown on gloomy days. I'm out of work and I don't care. What I care about are COCKS, preferably big black hairy ones, reminiscent of horse cocks—dark and long, thick like those—OBSCENE like those.
Hoping to encounter a friendly black guy who'll piss in my mouth, in an alleyway...
Hoping to encounter a friendly black guy who'll piss in my mouth, in an alleyway...
December 9, 2025 at 4:58 PM
I love loitering downtown on gloomy days. I'm out of work and I don't care. What I care about are COCKS, preferably big black hairy ones, reminiscent of horse cocks—dark and long, thick like those—OBSCENE like those.
Hoping to encounter a friendly black guy who'll piss in my mouth, in an alleyway...
Hoping to encounter a friendly black guy who'll piss in my mouth, in an alleyway...
In the bus shelter this morning, I was alone with a black guy. I'm afraid of black guys, but also terribly attracted to them. The idea of sucking a big black cock is the most exciting thing in the world to me. And licking a black guy's asshole, seeing how PINK it is, inside, between his dark cheeks!
December 9, 2025 at 4:42 PM
In the bus shelter this morning, I was alone with a black guy. I'm afraid of black guys, but also terribly attracted to them. The idea of sucking a big black cock is the most exciting thing in the world to me. And licking a black guy's asshole, seeing how PINK it is, inside, between his dark cheeks!
I saw Coach at church on Sunday. He had on a dark-turquoise dress shirt and navy-blue slacks. Both these items were like second skins over his thick-muscled body.
When he stood, those two colours together, separated by only a wide, dark-brown belt, were dizzying to contemplate. I swooned in my pew!
When he stood, those two colours together, separated by only a wide, dark-brown belt, were dizzying to contemplate. I swooned in my pew!
December 9, 2025 at 4:29 PM
I saw Coach at church on Sunday. He had on a dark-turquoise dress shirt and navy-blue slacks. Both these items were like second skins over his thick-muscled body.
When he stood, those two colours together, separated by only a wide, dark-brown belt, were dizzying to contemplate. I swooned in my pew!
When he stood, those two colours together, separated by only a wide, dark-brown belt, were dizzying to contemplate. I swooned in my pew!
Coach has a key to an unused office at school, we're going to turn into our secret den. We'll put a sofa in it, a La-Z-Boy chair, and a TV set in the corner. And while I watch TV, sitting Indian style on the floor, Coach is gonna put his feet up in the "open," reclining chair, and fall asleep in it.
December 9, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Coach has a key to an unused office at school, we're going to turn into our secret den. We'll put a sofa in it, a La-Z-Boy chair, and a TV set in the corner. And while I watch TV, sitting Indian style on the floor, Coach is gonna put his feet up in the "open," reclining chair, and fall asleep in it.
The winter is really here now
And the blankets that I love
Sometimes, I am surrounded
By too much love
I thought of that song last night, when I got into bed with Joe, Frank and Fred, and their three big cocks. I had just looked out the window at all the chimneys puffing away on the snowy rooftops.
And the blankets that I love
Sometimes, I am surrounded
By too much love
I thought of that song last night, when I got into bed with Joe, Frank and Fred, and their three big cocks. I had just looked out the window at all the chimneys puffing away on the snowy rooftops.
December 9, 2025 at 3:17 PM
The winter is really here now
And the blankets that I love
Sometimes, I am surrounded
By too much love
I thought of that song last night, when I got into bed with Joe, Frank and Fred, and their three big cocks. I had just looked out the window at all the chimneys puffing away on the snowy rooftops.
And the blankets that I love
Sometimes, I am surrounded
By too much love
I thought of that song last night, when I got into bed with Joe, Frank and Fred, and their three big cocks. I had just looked out the window at all the chimneys puffing away on the snowy rooftops.
Guy has a framed picture on his bedroom wall, of Jesus dragging His Cross. The image is a print, but it looks painted, in soft pastels, like a watercolour, but in darker tints than those of a watercolour. And the blood dripping down Jesus' cheek, from His Crown of Thorns, looks different, wet, real?
December 9, 2025 at 4:21 AM
Guy has a framed picture on his bedroom wall, of Jesus dragging His Cross. The image is a print, but it looks painted, in soft pastels, like a watercolour, but in darker tints than those of a watercolour. And the blood dripping down Jesus' cheek, from His Crown of Thorns, looks different, wet, real?
We've just come in from an evening service at St. Stephen's 🙏⛪🌃—and we're freezing! It's −14 °C out! ❄️
Our bath is already running 🛁—WITH Mr. Bubble, foaming up high! 🫧
In Guy's bedroom 🛏️, we're peeling off our Fruit of the Loom briefs (they are DONE! 👃🩲💩), and taking out fluffy, fresh pairs!
💪😇♥️💪😇♥️
Our bath is already running 🛁—WITH Mr. Bubble, foaming up high! 🫧
In Guy's bedroom 🛏️, we're peeling off our Fruit of the Loom briefs (they are DONE! 👃🩲💩), and taking out fluffy, fresh pairs!
💪😇♥️💪😇♥️
December 9, 2025 at 1:28 AM
We've just come in from an evening service at St. Stephen's 🙏⛪🌃—and we're freezing! It's −14 °C out! ❄️
Our bath is already running 🛁—WITH Mr. Bubble, foaming up high! 🫧
In Guy's bedroom 🛏️, we're peeling off our Fruit of the Loom briefs (they are DONE! 👃🩲💩), and taking out fluffy, fresh pairs!
💪😇♥️💪😇♥️
Our bath is already running 🛁—WITH Mr. Bubble, foaming up high! 🫧
In Guy's bedroom 🛏️, we're peeling off our Fruit of the Loom briefs (they are DONE! 👃🩲💩), and taking out fluffy, fresh pairs!
💪😇♥️💪😇♥️
I've been looking for my cousin's phone number online. I can't find it; he has no online presence at all.
I could try and get it when I go home for the holidays, but that would mean cluing in relatives on my intentions.
I just wanna call him to hear his voice, the prick. I wouldn't speak.
🤛🍆👂
I could try and get it when I go home for the holidays, but that would mean cluing in relatives on my intentions.
I just wanna call him to hear his voice, the prick. I wouldn't speak.
🤛🍆👂
December 8, 2025 at 11:28 PM
I've been looking for my cousin's phone number online. I can't find it; he has no online presence at all.
I could try and get it when I go home for the holidays, but that would mean cluing in relatives on my intentions.
I just wanna call him to hear his voice, the prick. I wouldn't speak.
🤛🍆👂
I could try and get it when I go home for the holidays, but that would mean cluing in relatives on my intentions.
I just wanna call him to hear his voice, the prick. I wouldn't speak.
🤛🍆👂
One fine spring morning—Easter Sunday, I think it was, because I was all dressed up, and in shoes I worried I would scuff—I came upon, in a shady but sun-dappled part of the woods (which?), a patch of lovely, sweet-smelling lilies of the valley, I had an irrepressible urge to shit on. And so, I did!
December 8, 2025 at 10:58 PM
One fine spring morning—Easter Sunday, I think it was, because I was all dressed up, and in shoes I worried I would scuff—I came upon, in a shady but sun-dappled part of the woods (which?), a patch of lovely, sweet-smelling lilies of the valley, I had an irrepressible urge to shit on. And so, I did!
Vince has just had a bowel movement, he wants me to come check out...
Good God, this guy shits a lot! The toilet is half-full! (And reeks!!)
He's worried his lush, velvety, dark-brown turds are tinged with red. My arms around his ample waist, swaying with him over the bowl, I assure him they're NOT.
Good God, this guy shits a lot! The toilet is half-full! (And reeks!!)
He's worried his lush, velvety, dark-brown turds are tinged with red. My arms around his ample waist, swaying with him over the bowl, I assure him they're NOT.
December 8, 2025 at 10:35 PM
Vince has just had a bowel movement, he wants me to come check out...
Good God, this guy shits a lot! The toilet is half-full! (And reeks!!)
He's worried his lush, velvety, dark-brown turds are tinged with red. My arms around his ample waist, swaying with him over the bowl, I assure him they're NOT.
Good God, this guy shits a lot! The toilet is half-full! (And reeks!!)
He's worried his lush, velvety, dark-brown turds are tinged with red. My arms around his ample waist, swaying with him over the bowl, I assure him they're NOT.