Back Once again

It seems that I have total­ly for­got­ten this place of mine. I think I will be com­ing back, for now, until I slow­ly sly away again.

This would be my place of ram­bling of my some­what pri­vate lifestyle. Oth­er than my main blog.

Nev­er thought it was almost one year ago when I first cre­at­ed this blog.

I think this is a pret­ty safe place for me to store my mem­o­ries. Hop­ing that my real iden­ti­ty would not be leaked out in the process.

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Just read “Men are Pigs, But We Love Bacon,” cov­er to cov­er. While at times you come across as a bit sanc­ti­mo­nious, your sar­cas­tic wit made what could have been a “dried-vagi­na” read (to bor­row your phrase) both inter­est­ing and entertaining.

Yet your book did­n’t cov­er a sub­ject I’m curi­ous about: “dock­ing” — putting your knob inside an uncut guy’s fore­skin and using his skin to whack your col­lec­tive stack.

I’ve seen it in porn and read about it of course in “Lati­no Fric­tion”, but have only expe­ri­enced it a cou­ple times. It was amaz­ing, but how safe is it from an HIV point of view? It seems that since the cock heads aren’t mov­ing, you don’t have the same risk of infec­tion due to things trav­el­ing up the ure­thra, but if one guy shoots inside the oth­er guy’s skin, isn’t that sort of ask­ing for trou­ble? Would­n’t it be like shoot­ing the infec­tion right on up in there? Wear­ing a love glove would cer­tain­ly solve the prob­lem but would also defeat the pur­pose. So, what say you?

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When I was a kid

Some­times I have this feel­ing that I do not know how should I handle.

When I was young, maybe 10 years old I went to this con­struct­ing apart­ment to play. No one was there, it was a good place to play hide and seek with my friends.

This day, we were there again, play­ing hide and seek. I was hid­ing in the far cor­ner of the base­ment, wait­ing and wait­ing to be caught.

The secu­ri­ty guard came. I was scared because I know I should not be there. Maybe he saw my facial expres­sion, he asked me to calm down. He then sit beside me and he had his hand on my crotch. I’m not mak­ing this up, his blardee hand is on my crotch!

He put his hand into my hands, run­ning my dick head and the skin around it. He played for quite a bit and then he turned me around, and took off my pants, mak­ing me lie down on the rock hard cement, my dick now sore, from rub­bing against the cold hard cement floor of the car park.

He lie on me, with his dick aim­ing for my vir­gin butt hole. He tried push­ing it in, hard­er each time and he would pull it out once a while and spit some sali­va on his hand to rub on his prick. The feel­ing of hav­ing his dick in my ass is now gone, some­times I feel horny about it, some­times anger. I do not remem­ber if I had felt pain when it hap­pened, or was it good? I do not know. I was only 10!

He stood up, and pull me up with him. Ask­ing me to sit beside him. It was over. I put my hand on his penis, it was wet, most like­ly wet from the semen residue from his orgasm since he was get­ting soft, and it was ooz­ing out from his piss hole. I hope he had a good time, because he just took the vir­gin­i­ty of my butt from me 🙁

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Danny Part 2

My self­con­cious pop back to real­i­ty when my mobile rang. My pants is still on me, but the feel­ing of hav­ing Dan­ny’s hand on me is still inside my mind.

I hugged Dan­ny close to me, he did not reject, so close as if we are the same body. Scene of his hair rush­ing to my nose. Send­ing sig­nal to my brain cells even faster than Super Jar­ing can offer.

What­ev­er hap­pens next, I think should be between me and Dad­dy. He is cute, and big too.

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