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Boys just want to have fun. White Pants Romance, Part 1 of 3

Yeah, I’ve got the rainbow ***t, the skull themed t-shirt, the stiff, starkly black dyed hair, the multiple tats, and my many piercings, so c’mon over here, give me a kiss in my dingy doorway, and Come Into My Cheap Hotel Room. That’s right, cum into my back door, and Enter Into My Cheap Hotel Room

No question about it, a whole lot of effort was expended here. But, it seems Nothing Was Delivered. Or, did I somehow miss it?

Lemon Tree very pretty, and the lemon flower is sweet, but that poor boys’ juice, like the fruit of the poor lemon, is impossible to eat. Without, that is, the acquisition of a taste for something like thin mayonnaise having the smell of Clorox Bleach. But, I sure loves me some o’ dat Wild Honey. Wild Honey, Part 2

Did you know that someone said something about a taste of honey that is sweeter than wine. Really?! Honey that is sweeter than wine? Unless he’s talking Manischewitz, and there I’m still going to maintain that honey is always sweeter than wine, with the possible exception of sucralose sweetened wine which would be about 600 times sweeter than table sugar. Anyway, what the guys in this production are gargling ain’t nowhere close, and you can take that to the Sperm Bank. So, I am calling it Wild Honey, Part 1.

Europe is an old old place where old customs never die, no matter how strange. For example, when a naked young man with a whopping morning boner greets his shirtless loverboy in his apartment’s hallway, and loverboy agrees to be of immediate service, they are to jump onto a bed. Now in Europe the naked chap once on the bed with his loverboy must pull on a pair of shorts before the pair may begin the gay play. Don’t think so? I guess you must be racist. Everybody who doesn’t adopt my own particular point of view always turns out to be racist. Anyway, watch and learn. Give the boys their 5 Stars, unless you happen to be a racist viewer. The European Way.

I guess it’s my day to be ass-fucked by my older brother. After all, he went to all the trouble of putting the Ex-Lax into my chocolate milk. The “courtesy enema” was his doing also. Oh, I guess I should have suspected he was up to something when he said, “Hey little lady, I mean little bro, you know you’re my favorite little bro, right? Well girl, have I got something special for you! Yeah! You know no cool enema is really complete without a vanilla yogurt ‘chaser,’ right little bro? You didn’t know that? Well, it’s okay, I won’t tell anyone that you didn’t know. Heck, that’s what big brothers are for, I tell you what!” Yeah, well, I guess I should have guessed about that, knowing vanilla was HIS favorite flavor and stuff. But, yeah, I am glad he can keep a secret. I sure wouldn’t want anybody to think I was so stupid that I didn’t know about the Vanilla “chaser,” whatever that is! Yes, he’s a really great big brother.

Imagine these young, pale and skinny boys as sheep in the field on a long, cold, starlit night. And, if you also imagine that you, sir, are an isolated, lonely, horny teenage shepherd who without any adult guidance or supervision has become overly f***liar with all the herd of curiously pleasant smelling sheep. There you are, cold, lonely, horny, and dripping with anticipation of a massive release of pent up adolescent tension. Well, since you are more decent than that lonely shepherd guy, these baroque boys here will gladly be your little lambs, grazing upon your gate-guarded estate’s pool deck cabanas. “Twinks May Safely Graze”

SeaHawks OREO Very Tight End Who are these professional athletes fooling? This is the best career choice ever! No need to wait for a Bowl Game for Whitey to take this one in the Bowel. Victorious!

The Tail of One Twink Divided between two randy gentlemen having peculiar “disciplinary” techniques. Is this discipline? No, this is NOT discipline.