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| Why does joe johnson like dick in his mouth? I would like to know why mister joey johnson likes to put big black hairy cocks in his mouth. |
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| How does your cock compare to your friends??? Bigger or smaller? More or less hairy? Bigger balls or not? Cut or uncut? Darker or lighter? |
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| Naughty Johnny in school....? Little Johnny was sitting at his desk in school one day when the teacher walked in and announced, "OK guyren, I'm going to pick a letter from the alphabet, and I will choose ONE of you to say a word that begins with that letter." So she sits down at her desk, and says, "A." Little Johnny puts his hand up and she looks at him in alarm, knowing he will say something like '@$$hole'..so she picks Lilly, "Apple, Miss!" "Good girl Lilly!" she exclaims. "Now B!" The teacher ignores Johnny, knowing he will say 'B a s t a r d' So she picks Jim. "Ball, Miss!" "Good, well done!" Teacher says. "Now C!" she says... She just KNOWS he'll say the 'C' word. "Cat!" shouts out Bobby. "Well done Bobby!" Teacher says... "Right, now 'D'...? She says. She doesn't know a swear word beginning with 'D' "OK, Johnny!" she calls. "DWARF.... Miss!" He shouts... "Oh good boy Johnny! She is visibly relieved until he adds: "With a BIG COCK and HAIRY BOLLOCKS!!!!" |
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| Party Time With Will The Hot Young Stud? i wonderd if someone could tell me if this is a good first attemt thanks. Just turning 17 it was my birthday and i got some people down to the village to have some fun like drinks and food i didn't know how many people were going to come but i did know that there was one person coming that I had had my eye on for some time now but he was straight. We had all had a great time this one person Will who I had dreamed about for so long started to get out his perfected bottom it was if it was chiselled out of ices but so warm to touch. He went to go toilette in one of the bushes and turned around to early and I admit I snatched a glimpse at his soft cock, luckily for me he did’t realise that I had seen it. It was getting late and people started to go it ended up that it was just me and him we started talking about how to get into shape he did’t need to himself he took off his top and I could see the muscles running up and down his body. As he was showing me his abs and tensing his pecks my cock was getting harder in my trousers I could feel the blood pumping down into my boxers to my penis, he noticed the bulge in my trousers and tried to hide it but he said “don’t be embarrassed “he learnt over to me and he was just centimetres away from my lips. His tongue came out and parted my soft lips and found my tongue, he started to suck on it like it was my penis he then withdrew it from my mouth and whispered into my ear “not here... my place”. He lead me into his bedroom and pressed my down onto his bead I said to him “are you sure” and he replied so soon “of course” he started to kiss my and he went down on my neck and lifted my top of. As his lips parted mine to rip of my top I took the opportunity to take of his to get a better feel of his body. I ran my fingers up and down his chest onto his face he freshly shaved skin felt so good on my hands. He carried on kissing my body down to my belly button I put my hand out to feel his rock hard penis in his jeans. I stood up and pulled of my trousers and he did too, I laid back on his bed looking at his ceiling as he ran his tongue around my bell end then he plunged his mouth down my penis every time he went down I could feel my cock getting harder and bigger. He stood up and I sat up he cock was juts lingering in front of my mouth I opened it at big as hit would go to fit his giant rock in he held the back of my head and rammed his cock down my throat I used all my talent an used my tongue and mouth in a sucking action he was pleased I could tell that from the groan he let out he pushed me back and said “I was about to ***.. And I want to do it deep in your ***”. He flipped me over so my face was buried in his bed I could’t see anything it his hand started to caress my *** then my hole he pushed his finger into my tight young *** he then pulled it out and put it back in he did it faster and with a motion I started to groan and he put another finger in and carried on with the in and out motion. He took both his fingers out and plunged his hard penis into my hole pulling it open wide, he was an athletic person and fit so he moved his body so fast that I almost lost consciousness he cried out “I’m gonna *** I’m gonna ***” his breathing got heavier and I felt his hot spunk fly out the end of his penis deep in my *** hole. He withdrew he penis and lay on his bed next to me, I was still hard, so I got up and put him on his front I spread his hairy *** to find a beautiful hole I started to rub my cock up and down his crack then when he and I was wet I pushed my cock into his so so so tight *** Will started to groan and his heart fasten. He started to groan louder and louder this made me feel so good and I got faster and faster. I felt my balls swell and I could feel the *** inside me come from by aching balls up to my penis, I knew I was going to *** so I pulled out and shot my hot load all over his back. He and I both collapsed on his bead close to each other, sweating. I moved over to him and kissed on his forehead and he kisses me back. We were both pleased with each other. As I left his house he said to me “anytime you want me, call me and I’ll make time” |
| Very very nice story But your question is... |
| I'm wholly unsure of my sexuality? so, here it is, in a nutshell. i like women. i like their breasts. i like their asses. i like the way the smell. i like touching their hair. i like the way they dress. i like the way my fingers smell after we mess around for a bit. or a while. single women out there, i mess around for a very long while. married women, too. i like their laughs. i like their smiles. i like their tongue on my balls. but, i also like men. i like their stubble. i like their muscles. i like their hairy chests. i like their hairy butts. i like big butts, i cannot lie. i like moustaches. i like short haircuts. i like bald men. i like putting my hand on the back of their head, and holding them close as i shove my cock deep in to their mouth. i also like having him tongue my ***. wait, that doesn't really leave for much of a question, does it? i had subway for lunch today, and chose the new carne asada sub, and got salsa and this leafy stuff on it. you think i liked it? |
| that is what is called bisexualtiy. you are sexually attracted to both men and women. A homosexual is attracted to people of the same gender, a heterosexual is attracted to people of the other gender, bisexuals are attracted in some degree or another to both genders. |
| Room mate not happy with what I sleep in? I don't know why but my room mate, he's a guy as well, has a problem with what I sleep in. I'm really hairy you know, I sleep in satin boxers with no shirt, and sometimes my cock slips out, or my boxers leave allot of my hairy beast showin, Yeah yeah, I know some of you really neat guys wouldn't approve either so that's why I'm asking any real men out there. My room mate who is my mate socially as welll, but he seems to have a problem with what I wear, well, after nine o'clock at night. I usually just take my pants off and when I'm ready to go to be I just do. Why does he have such a problem and how am supposed to tell him I'm not gonna change and he should just get over it, I really don't think it's a big deal. What do I do? |
| you should be at least a little respectful and fix the falling out problem. he shouldnt be making it a big deal, but you should be respectful. |
| Allen Ginsberg's poem "sunflower sutra" what is it about? please help? im not good with english :( I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry. Jack Kerouac sat beside me on a busted rusty iron pole, companion, we thought the same thoughts of the soul, bleak and blue and sad-eyed, surrounded by the gnarled steel roots of trees of machinery. The oily water on the river mirrored the red sky, sun sank on top of final Frisco peaks, no fish in that stream, no hermit in those mounts, just ourselves rheumy-eyed and hungover like old bums on the riverbank, tired and wily. Look at the Sunflower, he said, there was a dead gray shadow against the sky, big as a man, sitting dry on top of a pile of ancient sawdust-- --I rushed up enchanted--it was my first sunflower, memories of Blake--my visions--Harlem and Hells of the Eastern rivers, bridges clanking Joes Greasy Sandwiches, dead baby carriages, black treadless tires forgotten and unretreaded, the poem of the riverbank, condoms & pots, steel knives, nothing stainless, only the dank muck and the razor-sharp artifacts passing into the past-- and the gray Sunflower poised against the sunset, crackly bleak and dusty with the smut and smog and smoke of olden locomotives in its eye-- corolla of bleary spikes pushed down and broken like a battered crown, seeds fallen out of its face, soon-to-be-toothless mouth of sunny air, sunrays obliterated on its hairy head like a dried wire spiderweb, leaves stuck out like arms out of the stem, gestures from the sawdust root, broke pieces of plaster fallen out of the black twigs, a dead fly in its ear, Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then! The grime was no man's grime but death and human locomotives, all that dress of dust, that veil of darkened railroad skin, that smog of cheek, that eyelid of black mis'ry, that sooty hand or phallus or protuberance of artificial worse-than-dirt--industrial-- modern--all that civilization spotting your crazy golden crown-- and those blear thoughts of death and dusty loveless eyes and ends and withered roots below, in the home-pile of sand and sawdust, rubber dollar bills, skin of machinery, the guts and innards of the weeping coughing car, the empty lonely tincans with their rusty tongues alack, what more could I name, the smoked ashes of some cock cigar, the ***** of wheelbarrows and the milky breasts of cars, wornout asses out of chairs & sphincters of dynamos--all these entangled in your mummied roots--and you there standing before me in the sunset, all your glory in your form! A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze! How many flies buzzed round you innocent of your grime, while you cursed the heavens of the railroad and your flower soul? Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a flower? when did you look at your skin and decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive? the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive? You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a sunflower! And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me not! So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck it at my side like a scepter, and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul too, and anyone who'll listen, --We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision. Allen Ginsberg |
| Call it self realization. |
| What Does this Poem Mean? A poem by Tony Hoagland. Yahoo Answers won't allow the name so i'll post a link as well. Thanks for your help. www.ndsu.nodak.edu/instruct/cinichol/GovSchool/Hoagland.htm ******** To whomever taught me the word ********, I owe a debt of thanks. It gave me a way of being in the world of men when I most needed one, when I was pale and scrawny, naked, goosefleshed as a plucked chicken in a supermarket cooler, a poor forked thing stranded in the savage universe of puberty, where wild jockstraps flew across the steamy skies of locker rooms, and everybody fell down laughing at jokes I didn’t understand. But ******** was a word as dumb and democratic as a hammer, an object you could pick up in your hand, and swing, saying ******** this and ******** that, a song that meant the world was yours enough at least to bang on like a garbage can, and knowing it, and having that beautiful ugliness always ****** and loaded in my mind, protected me and calmed me like a psalm. Now I have myself become a beautiful ugliness, and my weakness is a fact so well established that it makes me calm, and I am calm enough to be grateful for the lives I never have to live again; but I remember all the bad old days back in the world of men, when everything was serious, mysterious, scary, hairier and bigger than I was; I recall when flesh was what I hated, feared and was excluded from: Hardly knowing what I did, or what would come of it, I made a word my friend. |
| the author talks about the "world of men" in an ironic sense; he's really talking about when he was an adolescent/teenager (see second- fourth stanzas) and how he used the word ******** to make himself feel older and and hide from others how young and niave he really was. Toward the end he reflects on how now as an adult he's not as innocent and ignorant as he once was. Hope that helps to get you thinking. |