Mr. Stickypants -- A Loser Confession

Yes, it's a cliche to get a crush on the waitress.. sometimes the
mandatory friendliness and even flirtation (in the hopes of a bigger
tip, I'm sure) can be taken the wrong way. But this one was just too
cute.. I was with a friend who knew my girlfriend so I didn't make any
moves that night but about a week later I dropped a business card off
at the restaurant with the hostess to give to my waitress crush... and
about a week after that I got an email. I sent her a picture to
refresh her memory and we made a dinner date.

The dinner went well and a bottle of wine was consumed.. I knew things
were going REALLY well when she suggested we go someplace else to get
a drink. After barhopping we ended up at a very nice lounge with big
comfy couches. She was giving me all of the signals and my pent-up
sexual frustration couldn't be reined in any longer.. I kissed her and
we started making out. She asked me if I was single and said she was
but looked nervous and seemed to be looking around at the bar to see
if anyone could see us. The kissing continued in the car so I was
looking forward to the second date.

However when I called her the next day.. got her machine... and she
never called back. Female friends who I told the story to said it
sounded like she had a boyfriend. I let a few days go by and sent her
an email. Fast forward to our 'second date'. She was home working on
a paper (she's 22 and a senior in college.. I'm 36) and asked me to
bring over some dinner. I thought for SURE I was gonna get laid.. she
was in her pajamas, she had casually mentioned on the phone "I look
like a mess", she said, in false modesty. I went all out on 100 bucks
worth of sushi and a 30 dollar bottle of wine.

After we ate we sat on the couch and talked and watched tv.. anxious
to resume where we had left off the week before in the front seat of
my car, I leaned over and started kissing her. She didn't seem to be
responding so I stopped. 'Is something wrong?" "Jeez, let me digest
first, ok?".

Her shoes were off and she put her bare feet in my lap. I should
mention that I had been jerking off thinking about her gorgeous feet
since our first date. When I had come over for dinner she was wearing
a pair of ballet-type shoe/slippers but when she took them off... oh,
God. A shiny, cherry-red pedicure on her perfect feet. I started
massaging her feet and she got a little-half smile on her face. I was
trying to get her to admit that it felt good but she was teasing me
and wouldn't give me the satisfaction. She was asking me something about
the football game that was on tv while i nuzzled her and kissed her
neck (I guess her lips were off limits!).. Once in a while I would
notice that she would talk about how hot one of the players looks
(always a huge black dude). This went on for maybe an hour until she
put her feet back in my lap and started very subtly, almost
imperceptibly, rubbing them into my crotch. I didn't acknowledge what
was happening and just stared at the screen but after about five
minutes I started to feel the maddeninly slow, deliberate rubbing
starting to touch off some serious sparks. Fearful of her stopping, I
didn't say anything and tried not to move until finally, in the full
abandon of a degrading but oh so deliciously dirty, cum-in-pants
orgasm, I grabbed hold of one of her feet and held it against my shaft
as my fully clothed and pathetically neglected wiener lobbed load
after load of hot, sticky cum into my boxer briefs. She let out a
brief chortle and immediately got up to get a glass of water or
something. When she came back she sat on the couch, tucking her legs
underneather her. "Want a cigarette or something?", she laughed. I
just kind of sheepishly grinned and tried to make a joke about it
'well, I knew it was all I'd be getting .. haha..I'm sorry.. it just
felt so good.. it's been a while since i've had sex, etc...'. She
didn't really say much and I left a little later on. I asked her if
she wanted to hang out that weekend and she said sure.. I told her I'd
call.

The day we were supposed to hang out rolled around and I called her..
no answer.. I left a message. Late morning turned into late afternoon
and I called her cel again.. didn't leave a message this time. I had
no desire to play it cool.. I wanted to see her again and get some
skin on skin contact this time! After dinner I called her from my home
phone (which she didn't know) and this time she picked up.. not
knowing it was me. Needless to say, it was a very awkward telephone
call. She said she was sick, blah blah..

Anyway, the next day I get a message on my space from her telling me
that she's seeing someone else and that we can still be friends, etc..
I checked out her profile and noticed that she had at least five close
up pictures of her feet.. and under one of them it said (knock
yourself out, big guy!). Two days later I got another myspace message
from a profile with no face picture.. just pictures of two pairs of
girls' feet.. I'm sure one of pairs was hers... in the pics they were
stepping on bananas, smooshing them, etc... and they all had teasing
captions like 'ewwww', 'need your banana squished? LOL', etc..

I found out from a friend that she was seeing the maitre'd at the
restaurant where she worked.. a huge black dude who treated her like
shit and who would just get dropped off at her house to have sex with
her and would then go hang out with the boys. I also found out that
she had told her girlfriend about me and that they called me 'Mr.
Stickypants'. I still jerk off to those myspace pics, though. Better
than nothing...

Drained

Desperately needed some hot jerk-off photos (for me) as I was paid to do a toy show (live). Mission: Gi-huge-ic cock inspiration. Having slave toad in the same room while fucking myself -- buzzkill! So I printed out the large cock pics at my Yahoo Group and from Niteflirt emails. My computer ran out of color ink. In comparison, I could have printed out all the little cock-aroni pics and not drained more than a drop. I made toad pick the cock I should fantasize was fucking my pussy. He picked a mammoth piece of meat, a punisher! I was unable to reach the owner of this cock for permission to post at the blog, but hopefully, he will say yes!

Nipple Cocks!

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Phone Sex Pranks

Click on the blog title to read about and hear clips of a guy crank-yanking phone sex ops. The only problem is, if these girls have been doing it long enough, they've heard 98.6% of it all, as far as bizarre fetishes. Clown sex being one of them. But Mr. CLIPPY? Well, I wouldn't mind seeing him and Mr. TIVO get it on and have nasty gay sex.

Crochet Bikini Blues

I only told him that I was thinking of getting a crochet bikini. My wish was his command as one of my NF slaveboys offered to buy me one at this beachside market. And decided to model at least the top for this photo. He knows my favorite color is light blue. Psssst: don't even think about modeling the bottoms. But dude if you live in xxxxxxx and work at a resort, why aren't you tan? No, wait, I spot the t-shirt tan or rather, the resort golf shirt tan. But the chest hair that doesn't match the mane, time to break out the duck tape for a 40-Year Old Virgin chest hair and treasure trail 'wax job'. This pic is enough for me not to want a crochet bikini.

100% Gay

Yes 100% Sara you have my permission to post my email to your blog and this email too. When I was throwing out all my girlie porn magazines as you instructed, I looked thru some of them and I didn't even get hard. Tits and pussy and ass don't get my dick hard any more. But then I saw some hardcore photos in Fox and I was drawn to the cock and I wanted it. OMG I am going so gay.

{Check out the Men's Story magazine article title Why American Men Are Sex Weaklings! Hint: Upper right. Hahahaha I would say that is true if it were titled Why WHITE American Men Are Sex Weaklings. I wish I were the Cobra Goddess and could keep Lust Slaves! -- Sara}

When Shove Comes to Push

OMG Sara, I have been jerking off to Lorenzo Gomez photos since you posted that magnificent black man with the firehose cock. I have also jacked off imagining that I was forced by you to suck these cocks. I think I am going gay for you and it didn't take much force, just a little push as you told me on the phone, just a little push off the gay cliff.

{Click on the blog post title to access more images from Lorenzo Gomez -- Sara}

Grandma's Gaydar

Today my Mom and I drove up to Cocoa Beach to meet my sister there for a Beach Day. It kind of made me sad in a way. My Mom used to take me and my sister to the beach when we were little and now we were all grown up. I guess the sadness was 'time is passing'.

Well anyway, these 2 guys walked by us on the beach, doing the stroll, and when they passed, my sister just said 'gay'. I added 'I second that'.

A few minutes later my mother said, you know who could tell the gays? Nana. She could spot them.

My sister said, oh com'n when I was little, I remember she used to complain about Liberace and most of the guys on Hollywood Squares being gay, that was no stretch.

Oh no, she had the gift, she would go on about Rock Hudson, James Dean, Dennis Hopper, all gay.

Dennis Hopper? my sister queried, he's been married....

He was married for a week to the skinny girl in the Mama's and the Papa's, she probably discovered he was gay. Remember his career started in the 50's and your Nana loved the movies and the movie stars. Alot of them came to Miami back in the day.

So Nana had the gaydar.

Hmmmm? My mother was puzzled.

The gay radar Mom.

Ohhhhh gaydar. Well hmmm. You both seem to have the gaydar.

It was true, my sister and I could spot the gays. We would argue about different movie actors or athletes and their gayness. My sister would say I was in denial if I didn't agree that a certain actor was gay, when she knew he was. We both had gaydar, but yes, it could be clouded by denial in not wanting to believe someone we may have had a masturbatory crush on, would prefer sucking cock to eating pussy. We would argue about guys who we knew being gay, guys we were 'dating', guys we would just randomly spot. But sometimes we instantly agreed on 'the gay'.

The gaydar gene must have skipped a generation, my sister commented.

My mother only sighed.

And yes, another type of Cuckoldry

I wanted to tell Sara about this other type of cuckolding. I finally got married while I was still in the military. I was willing to put up with a little fucking around from my wife because I was gone so much and I knew she wasn't going to go without sex for that long of a time. I mean she was a horny girl, cute, fun, alot going for her. I don't have a small dick. Once I got the experience, girls would tell me I'm a great fuck. So there you go. I don't know what you'd call this type of cuckolding. But it exists. Believe me, alot of guys I knew in the Army put up with it too, but when they got home, they didn't want it back in their faces if that makes sense.

{more from the same correspondent in the post below}

A response to the Real Victim blog post

Real Victim,

Both of you are the real victims. Let me tell you what happened to me. I grew up out West in rural Wyoming. I was very sexually unexperienced and very naive about women. I joined the Army to see the World! Yeah right. I saw military bases, the insides of airplanes, bars, hoochie mamas, ho's. When I was 24 I was stationed in Korea and fell in love with a Russian girl. Yeah you read it right, Russian girl working at a whorehouse in Korea. She was a slave. Believe it there are girls who are slaves. She saw an ad in a Russian newspaper about overseas high paying jobs and answered it. There was little work in her town. She thought this would be the jetset life or at least get her out of nowhere fast. They told her she was going to be a translator, funny because she only knew a little English. They sent her to Korea. When she got there, they took her passport and broke her in as a ho at a brothel. Russian mobsters run this scam and ran the brothel. Well I fell in love with her. She confessed that she was a slave and that if I paid the pimp owner ten thousand bucks, she would be freed. So I began to get the money together. I'm not kidding. I believed it. One of my buddies found out, the next thing I know I'm in front of a Major who is major pissed at me. Telling me this is a scam and I could get killed over it. As soon as they know I am off the base with the cash, I could be beaten, robbed, killed. There isn't a nice exchange of cash for the girl. And since I was at risk, the Major had me confined to base. And then transferred. Desert Storm was ramping up anyway so I got sent to the sandbox. A guy I met there told me about how these girls will keep working the scam. Most are drug addicted or penniless to do anything but ho themselves out. But they are victims too. Some even get told if they get 3 guys on the scam, they'll get a cut and get to leave. But the only way they leave is if they get too old, pregnant, fat, ugly, diseased, and are kicked out. I don't have any bad feelings toward her. Don't have bad feelings toward your wife. She was brainwashed. And broken into that life. The only happiness she ever knew might have been when she was with you.

The Real Victim? A Loser's Confession

Sara, I decided to write this after reading the Addicted to Phone Sex posting on your blog. This will probably be a long story. Pop open a cold one!

When you're as overweight as I am, you can't be picky when it comes to dating or marriage. I'm in my 30's and close to 300 pounds. I work at a small town newspaper as the editor for the Sports section and now also the newspaper's Sports blog. I have to work late. We actually print and collate our own papers here, so late night is when the newspapers are assembled and the sales inserts are stuffed into the papers. That's where I met Wuen, my Vietnamese wife. She was a "stuffer" as we call that job, so breathtakingly beautiful in such an ugly place. I asked the manager about her. Yep, we get these gooks for minimum wage, she's from Nam, y'know, me love you long time. I just found it so insulting what he said about her and his racist comment in general, but I didn't want to stir up trouble, so I just let it go.

I found out more about her by bribing an older Vietnamese guy who works there who unofficially recruits other Vietnamese to take any open positions. She was 22 and had no children. He even said, for a price, he could make a date happen. The way he said date, well, he meant the dirty type of date. We kept going round-on-round, I kept saying, yes, I want to date her, but not date her. Obviously, the nuance got lost in translation, so I had to let that go, too. Finally, I told him, yes, I would date her and gave him $150 in cash. She was off on Monday night, so I took her out. I think she looked scared, because she was probably expecting that I was going to try to have sex with her, but I took her to a nice restaurant and we had dinner. I asked if she wanted to go to a movie, and she was reluctant and said "my English not so good". I told her it might help with her English to watch movies and tv and listen to the radio. She said she does that when she's not working.

I dropped her back at her apartment, one she shared with other Vietnamese immigrants. I kissed her hand. That was as much physical contact as we had. For every date, I gave her $50 cash and expected nothing. One date she asked if she was my geisha? And I said yes, even though geishas are Japanese, perhaps it was a close definition, since she was my social companion, who I enjoyed spending time with, and who I gave money to, in exchange for that time.

About 2 months later, she relayed to me that she was having difficulty with her Visa and that she would either have to return to Vietnam or stay on illegally. I suggested that we get married to take that burden away from her, and that if she wanted, we could divorce after an acceptable time, so that her residency would not be compromised. Amazingly enough, she agreed.

I was in heaven the first few months we were married. Although I had never kissed her lips, or done anything but kiss her hand and her beautiful feet, I just enjoyed having her there. The conversation, the laughter, the excellent food she prepared, how nice she kept my condo. Then things started to fall apart. Suddenly, she wanted to go back to work and make some money of her own, even though I told her that my money was her money, if she needed to buy anything, to let me know. She told me she needed to send money back to Vietnam to help various relatives, and that she wanted this to be money she earned. She told me she needed to wire $50 per week to her grandmother. And another $50 a week to her Aunt who had a small mushroom farm and was supporting 3 children. I heard from some of the Vietnamese in the "stuffing" department, you could live well on $30 a week, so for her relatives to get $50 a week was generous. I told her I would be glad to give her the $100 per week to wire to her relatives, but she refused.

The next day, Wuen announced that she had found a job as a waitress, which didn't thrill me at all when I found out it was at a Vietnamese restaurant an hour away in the city. And her schedule would keep her working till 1am and by the time she got home, it would be 2am or later. So for a while I was only seeing her a few nights a week, when she was off and a few hours a day, if I was lucky to be home early enough. When I told her I wanted her to quit this job, she stomped her feet and yelled NO. When I insisted as her husband that she quit, she slapped me and yelled at me in Vietnamese and swatted me with her purse, hard.

I'll cut to the chase and tell you that she kept working and our marriage was miserable. Then one nite, I got a phone call. She got busted by an undercover officer for prostitution at a massage parlor. Massage parlor? Luckily, the charges were dropped when I showed up with my brother, a fairly well-known city government attorney. My brother and I explained that her English was really terrible and that she must have misunderstood what the cop had asked her. So now, my family knew my situation, because my brother wasn't born yesterday. He told me I should cut her loose as quickly as possible and that he would recommend a divorce attorney. Divorce? I didn't want a divorce.

I was shaking when Wuen confessed that when she first came to the US, she was basically enslaved to work at the restaurant to pay off her debt to come here, then she was purchased to work at the massage parlor, but she had left and moved out of the city to my town, to escape and make a new start. But someone in the Vietnamese community had turned her in to her former "employers" for a cash reward. She told me I could buy out these "employers" for $10,000 and then she could be my wife forever. While this all sounded incredible to me, the next day I talked to a friend, an editor at a paper in the city, who told me this immigrant slavery isn't b.s., but often, the girls are working with gangs to scam the guys into the buy-out. So I might have just been a mark the whole time?

The night after I get Wuen out of jail, this tricked out car pulls up, like one of those cars from the Fast and Furious movies. Two Asian guys are in the front, I assume they are Vietnamese and there is another Asian in the back. They leave the car running, get out of the car and knock on the door. They are all posing, pretending to be tough, but not one of them weighed more than 130 pounds. I heard these posers like to carry knives and guns for show. But what did I have to lose? My pathetic life? They didn't even know how much medication I have to take to get through the day to fight high blood pressure, to fight fluid retention, fight back spasms, that I have no quality of life without my wife, that she was the only thing who brought me any joy, whether she was a prostitute or not. The person who has the least to lose is always the most dangerous. The gangstas tell me that Wuen belongs to them and that she must leave with them, or else.... I'm thinking about how I can crush all these tiny Asian dudes....

Then I see the flash of red and blue lights....someone has called the cops, apparently an annoyed neighbor, because there is very loud rap music coming from their car. The Vietnamese gangstas leave, but they leave with Wuen! How humiliating....

My brother called a few days later. He had hired a P. I. to look into her background. Wuen wasn't wiring any money back to relatives. Well, no surprise there. And she had been working at the restaurant and then the massage parlor run by the gangstas to pay off her debt to come to the US. So she wasn't lying there either. She had tried to escape, but they got her back. But the $10K to buy her out was most likely a scam they engineered, as they probably thought I was easy. But the realistic outcome? If I had given them the money, they would have kept it and kept pimping her out at the massage parlor.

I felt bad for Wuen, and I don't know who the real victim was, her or me. But I haven't seen her again. I don't know where she is. Technically, I am still married to her, because I can't find her to serve divorce papers. I have a P.I. tracking leads, but the P.I. said that these massage parlors are run by gangs who move the girls around the country to different locations, and that Wuen has been moved.

I wonder if she really did want a new life with me, even though I never slept with her, or consummated the marriage as the saying goes. I wonder if I was her port in a storm. Or I wonder if it was all part of a plot to get money out of me. Maybe I wasn't the first one she had scammed? Maybe you can make me your June Loser of the Month. I just don't want to send a picture, in case someone recognized me.

Do You Like It Black with Cream?

Hi Sara, I just had to write you and let you know
about my recent encounter. I was not having a lot of
luck finding black men to service and then I saw an ad
on Craigslist for a black top with a 9+ inch cock and
I answered immediately. I sent him some pictures and
he told me to come to his apartment at 3:00 pm this
afternoon. I was so nervous that I could barely stand
it.

Finally 2:30 rolled around and I left to go to his
place and I was shaking the whole drive over...I just
didn't know if I could take that monster. I am not a
small man, 6'5", 210 lbs, in good shape with a
respectable 7.5-8 inch member, but I am nothing
compared to the ebony Adonis. He answered the door
and I almost passed out on the spot, he was my height
and about 240 lbs and cut, he was also nude and
already had a hard on and he just looked at me and
said "shit boy, don't just stand there drooling get in
here and get on your gd knees and worship my cock." I
fell to my knees and just stared at his beautiful
cock, it was uncut and I just reached up and lightly
grasped it with my hand, it was so hot and soft I just
had to put it in my mouth. I started to lick the
head and the he told me to start off by licking and
sucking his balls, they were shaved and as big as
oranges. I could only get one in my mouth at a time,
he kept telling me to clean his balls and would slap
his big cock against my face every few seconds, he
said that if Idid a good enough job the will call
over a friend or two so that he can show off to his
friends what he could make a white faggot do for him.

My god I was so hard and turned on I told him I
wanted to suck all his friends, he told me I had to
prove that I had earned the right to meet his
friends, now shut up and suck my big black cock. I
said Yes sir, and took as much of his tool in my
mouth as I could and he grabbed the back of my head
and started to face fuck me. I loved it, I could
taste his precum and it was like manna from heaven and
I wanted more. After about 4 minutes of face
fucking, he told me to stop and we move to the couch
where he told me to rim his ass, so I moved to his ass
and licked all up and down his crack and then paid
close attention to his hole, he just laughed at me
and said he could tell that I liked eating his ass,
and I told him that it was delicious. He then said he
was ready for my ass and that it was time to be his
bitch.

Now I have a 8inch dildo, but it is not nearly
as thick as his gorgeous cock and I was a little
afraid but I still got on all fours and let him go to
town. I grabbed a condom and some lube and started to
finger fuck my ass, he slapped my ass a couple of
times and said I needed to fuck myself on his
fingers(he had three in me at this point) and I
started to grind myself on his hand, sfter a few
minutes of this he said I was ready and he slipped on
the condom and pushed against me, oh man did he feel
huge...when the head popped in I almost screamed...he
just stopped for a second with the head just inside of
me, letting me get used to the feeling and his size.
And then he started to move and I was in heaven. I
have never felt so full and I loved every minute of
it.

He was then fucking hard and fast and laughing at me
calling me his faggot and that I was now his and he
would use me any way I wanted, and if I did not
profess myself as his little bitch boy and say that I
would let him do to me whatever he wanted then he
would stop fucking me right then and there and kick my
ass out of his apartment, naked and with a hardon. I
could not let that happen I wanted his cock in me it
was the greatest feeling I have ever expierenced and I
wanted his cum in my mouth, so I swore to be his bitch
and to do his bidding.

He then flipped me over on my back lifted my legs
in the air and fucked me even harder then before
and he told me to start stroking my hard cock
and he wanted me to cum on my face while he
was fucking me. I grabbed my cock and it did not take
but about 5-6 strokes before I came and I came harder
and more than I ever did beforeand it was all over my
face and in my mouth, he was laughing again and saying
over and over about how much I loved his dick. I DID
LOVE HIS DICK. He then pulled out of my ass, took off
the condom grabbed my head and forced his huge cock
down my throat, I wish I could say I swallowed the
whole thing but it was just too big but I got most of
it down and he face fucked me again and said I better
swallow the whole damn load or I would never see him
again, He began to shoot his load and it just never
seemed to stop, I swallowed and swallowed and finally
he stopped cuming and I had been successful in
swallowing the whole load, I was smiling from ear to
ear. He then told me that I was acceptable and that
he would call me and that I had better always answer
the phone and be at his place immediately when he said
and that he would introduce me to his friends.

Oh So Gay

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The Shrinkage Factor

Last week I had a caller who rang up my Size Queen line claiming to have a huge cock. Oh how big is it? I queried. I had the sense this guy was a faker trying to make me believe he was packing more than a Chiquita banana in his panties. Seven inches, he replied.

Oh that's right, because seven inches is so huge!!!

I should have a minimum cock size on this line. But then I would just be raising the bar another notch for the underhung wimps trying to imagine what it would be like to have a big cock....Well needless to say, my comment about seven inches caused banana boy to hang up due to instant shrinkage! Outed!

PS My sister and I used to give bananas blow jobs as practice! If our Mother only knew what we really did to bananas before eating them....

Loser Confession "Addicted to Phone Sex"

My confession:

I have been a diabetic since I was a little boy and I think that was what made me a wimp. My father treated me like I was fragile and weak, and kids made fun of me. I'm 38 and I work for a diabetic supply company, I sit in a cubicle processing telephone orders all day. I'm bald, fat, ugly and life has passed me by.

I still live with my mother. She found out I am addicted to phone sex because she knew I couldn't be on the phone talking to women every nite, since I don't know any in person. And she opened a few credit card bills. She is threatening to throw me out if I don't break my addiction. To pacify my mother, I went to a few AA Meetings to talk about my addiction, but I knew I couldn't keep going because the support was only there for alcoholics, not compulsive masturbating losers.

My dad had a trailer on some land, he used it for hunting and fishing. He left it to me in his will, it's upstate, in the middle of nowhere. I may as well move there and become a hermit. I have to pay to get a phone hook-up, cellular doesn't work there. The taxes are like incredibly low, like $100 per year, and no mortgage. I could live there very cheaply and telecommute for the diabetic supply company. I could spend even more money on phonesex with you and my other favorite flirts. You can post my picture, because what do I care if the world sees what a loser I am.

You know it's pathetic when....

a rat's peen and balls are bigger than some of the lil dicks in pics emailed to me. Hung like a rat just doesn't have a ring to it? Did I ever mention how my sister, remember she's a nurse, noticed that some black babies' penises are bigger than some of the guys' penises who have posted their little shame pics in my Yahoo Group. Pathetic I know. But reality.

MAY'S BIGGEST LOSER OF THE MONTH!

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ROBIN, Gayed and Cucked

Fagqueen is back with more red gay hot Superhero action!


ROBIN'S FIRST SNOWBALL


The ladies loved the gay sex show from the Cape Crusaders on stage at JOES Nite Club. They enjoyed the scared, defeated look on Robin's face after Batman came all over him. One girl said to another, "Robin looks like the boy who got caught red-handed with his fingers in the cookie jar." "No, he's really more like Bambi caught with headlights on him." The other girl joked.

Both guys thought that the show they had done on stage was over until Vickie Vale yelled, ''SNOWBALL''. The girls started chanting "SNOWBALL, SNOWBALL.'' Even though some did not know what it meant. Batman said, "Well Robin I quess this is our encore." "Encore? What do you mean?" The Boy Wonder wondered. Batman, in a flash, grabbed Robin around the neck and started jerking him off. Just when Robin was about to cum, Batman swiftly turned him around, bent down and caught Robin's cum shot in his mouth. Batman returned the favor by giving Robin his first wet man-to-man French kiss. Batman's big strong tongue thrust down Robin's throat while he spit out the hot cum, making Robin eat his own cum as their lips gently pulled away. The stream of cum was bridged between their lower lips like 'bubblecum'. Batman slowly ate the cum back until their sexy lips erotically met again. Batman started darting his tonque back and forth into Robin's hot mouth as they embraced with a romantic bearhug. They received plenty of whistles from the girls. The girls did not even realize how much they got a kick out of seeing fags make out.

SPAINISH MALE STRIPPERS AFTER MIDNITE

Supergirl and Wonderwoman easily held down Robin at their table until a group of Spanish male strippers came onstage. When these hot buff boys started pulling off their G-strings off to expose their big hot salamis, Robin yelled in shock, "Holy Cock a doodle do!" The ladies pushed Robin up onstage saying, "Here is your chance to learn Spanish orally." They laughed. When Robin was sucking his first big tan cock, the Latino cocktail waitress they he had insulted with racial slurs at the Bat-chular party shouted. "For someone who does not like Hispanics, you sure like their thick meaty burritos! No!?"

EPILOGUE

When Robin and his girl Deena were at the Gotham City drive-in on Friday night, Robin got a call on his bat cellphone. "Hello," said Robin. "Robin um......your audience." replied Batman. Robin and Deena heard the crowd chanting ''SNOWBALL, SNOWMAN''. "I'LL BE RIGHT OVER'' said Robin. Deena asked "Snowball? What are they talking about?" "Oh. I forgot. Once a month on Friday nights, I promise my buddies we would have a snowball fight in the backyard." Robin answered. Robin kicked Deena out of the Batmobile and left the drive-in. Deena stood there alone confused, saying out loud, "Snow in July?'' A black man in the next parking lane, who had his car window down, said to himself, "Snowball, my ass," then shouted, "Hey little poor white girlie, come in my car and I'll show you what a black snowball is." Deena, being stranded and curious, accepted his offer.

FROM SUPERHERO TO STREET WHORE

While Batman sat in his Batmobile and waited for the red light to turn green, he opened the newspaper that he subscribed to, The Daily Planet. He read the headline, FORMER CAPE CRUSADER REDUCED TO GUTTER TRAMP, by Lois Lane. He read that there were unconfirmed reports that Robin the Boy Wonder was now wandering the streets offering money to any interracial couples to be their lap-up boy. The reason why he now wore his mask was to cover up a few black eyes. The light turned green, Batman started driving. About mile down the block he had to slam on his brakes almost hitting what he thought was a skinny boy in tights. Why it was "Robin"!! Batman realized. Robin was running across the street waving a twenty dollar bill yelling "Deena, Deena" as a half a dozen cars almost hit him. Robin seemed olbivious. Deena got out of her black lover's car that they had sex in. She blew him a kiss after they had done a deep, sloppy French kiss and told him she would see him later tonight. Before she entered the supermarket, Robin ran over to her, he almost did not recognize her. She was now a black man's woman.

Her country teased-up hair style was replaced with African braids and rainbow colored extensions. She looked sexy in her cut-off jeans and tanktop with no bra. She had platform high heels and ghetto girl nails with fake diamond chips embedded in them. She was sporting a big medallion saying BLACK RULES. Robin said, breathing hard from running, "Here's the $20. Can I please eat out that hot thick cum that I trust your black lover just gave you." "Alright. I'll give you 3 minutes, but no more."

They went in the back parking lot. Deena pulled down her shorts and Black Cock Only thong and put her leg over Robin's shoulder. Robin, who was on his knees, got to see the hot cum oozing out of her freshly shaved pussy, now with a big clit ring, a gigt from her man, Leroy. Robin stared at it saying, "Golly. Gee." Deena pushed the back of his head right smacking into her pussy. She verbally abused him saying, ''There you go talking that whiteboy shit again. Golly and gee. Hearing you talk is like watching old black and white t.v. shows like LEAVE IT TO BEAVER on TV Land that I used to watch with my parents." She imitated the characters on the show. "Golly Wally can you shake that big brother thing in my face?'' "Well, I don't know Bev shouldn't we ask Mom and Dad about it first?" "I won't tell them if you don't." ''Gee wiz. I don't know.'' "Oh c'mon Wally, I'll give my 1902 Buffalo Nickel and my baseball cards and my spin top." "Sure thing Bev. Go play with it. Eating cum is all you whiteboys are good for." Deena goofed on Robin on and on until his 3 minutes of lapping up her black lover's cum was over. Before she left to go shopping, Robin asked her for a goodbye kiss. Deena replied, "Those lips are for my black man. Besides I don't kiss whiteboys anymore especially with cum breath." "But Deena..." "Go kiss Batman's lips you fucking faggot. I bet you cream in your panties just thinking about Frenching his asshole." Deena turned on her iPod that played rap music instead of country music that she once listened to and walked away. Robin, being a hopelessly addicted cum-eater, wondered how could he get his next $20....

THE END

A Confession from one of my Gay Phone Sex Puppets!

Last week I decided to go to the adult store to look for a new dildo. I didn't have any luck finding one so I decided to go into the booth area. I was propositioned by a couple of guys to have some fun, but I was a little nervous so I turned them down. Then I decided to go into a booth with a guy. He asked me if I wanted a blowjob. I told him that I had to give, because that is what my mistress wanted me to do. He said great and so I started sucking his cock. His cock was about 6-7" and about 1 1/2" thick. I couldn't take it all the way but I tried. It was a little odd at first because it has been so long since I have sucked real cock. Let me tell you though it was a lot better than a dildo. He asked me if that was the only thing I have done with a guy and I told him yes. He told me I had a nice ass. He didn't say it but I think he wanted to fuck me in the ass. If I would have had a condom and some lube I probably would have let him. I guess next time I go I will bring that stuff with me. I did end up sucking him off and he really enjoyed it. I didn't take his cum in my mouth though, maybe next time.

Snatch this up!

One of my blog readers alerted me to an auction site where you can bid on celebrity clothes, shoes, etc. Currently up for auction is a cute little pink tennis skirt as worn and signed by Maria Sharapova. The current bid as I write this? $276. I wonder if the bidder is planning to sniff, wear or put this little skirt on his blonde rubber dolly. A pair of Charlize Theron's blue jeans for crotch sniffers are going for $326 and a pair of Penelope Cruz' high heels for foot fetishists are going for $435. Click on the Blog Post to reach the site! Bid you little sissies, sluts and sniffers! This is better than buying used girlie stuff on eBay. Because it's in the name of charity.

Oh my! Oh very my!

I advocate this position to many of my gayboys, so they can jerk off onto their faces or potentially shoot a wad into their mouths. It looks like Matthew McConaughey's yoga lessons have paid off. I bet he could suck the tip! So practice makes perfect little fags, start jacking, get close, then throw your legs over your shoulders and squirt!

Robin is GAYED by Batman

Fagqueen is back with his latest installment of the gay superheroes saga. Enjoy!

ROBIN SUCKS HIS FIRST REAL COCK

As the girls flash cameras snap away at Robin's humiliation in Big Joe's niteclub. Batman thought it was time to turn his little Robin into a complete Gayboy for a female audience to see and enjoy. The brave little Robin was now crying big baby tears. He felt that when men go Gay it should behind closed doors in private. (Prisons, locker rooms bathhouses etc.) This was not meant to be seen in front of girls eyes for their own amusement. How could he ever look like a stud again.Yet times have changed indeed with this last taboo of society completely broken.

Batman ordered Robin to open his twink mouth if did not want his jaw broken and stick out his tongue as far as possible. Batman then wiggled his big fat prick with right hand and held his left hand in back of Robins head.The first cock smack hit Robin's eye. Then nose. Finally a big spank on his wet sissy tongue. The golden moment is when Batman said "Now open wide" and thrust his huge cock way inside Robin's mouth that almost popped out Robin's eyes.The girls screamed with laughter.

WonderWoman now yelled out "Hey Robin show us how Linda Lovelace would deepthroat that prick. You little prick-cess." The ladies chanted "Cinderfella Prick-cess. Cinderfella Prick-cess". Batman looked at Robin and said "Prove to the girls Robin that boys can deepthroat cock as well as any of the old female pornstars." Upon saying that Batman grabbed both of Robins ears and start thrusting his huge cock back and forth into Robin's month .One little girl said said to another "Wow I can see his throat swell every time that cock goes in there." Robin could not believe what was happening to him like he was in some kind of dream as that big cock when back and forth inside his mouth. Supergirl yelled "You liked making little girls take cock now how do you like the taste of it?" Batgirl said "I bet that little faggot loves it better than pussy." LOL. Batman now demanded Robin to start sucking his hotdog of a cock on his own. As Batman folded his arms in victory he looked down and saw Robin was sucking that cock all on his own without help. Just like a real pro.

ROBIN'S FIRST ASS FUCKING

The time was now perfect for the Cinderfella prickcess to get cornholed in front of the girls. Batman began spanking Robin's cute ass in full of view delight for the ladies. The girls whistled. One said "What sweet looking ass that sissy has." "Even my boyfriend would love to fuck his ass,'' said Lois Lane. "But my man will be the first," laughed Vickie Vale. Vickie felt a great surge of power because her Batman was doing everything she and Catwoman had planned to do to teach Robin a lesson he would never forget.

After the ass spanking Batman spat on Robin's asshole to lubricate it for the coming attraction. Batman said, "No sex show is complete without a good ass fucking.You know that Robin now don't you?" "Oh please sir. I learned my lesson. I will treat Ladies with much more respect for now on. I promise. Now please let me go.I just can't take anymore." Robin cried. "Oh you'll take it alright and plenty of it. You're gonna be a complete cock addict,'' replied Batman. " Please sir don't." "The die is cast Robin". Batman said as he grabbed the back of Robin's hips. The female crowd let loose a "'Wooooo" when they saw Batman's huge cock now looking bigger than ever pointed in the direction of Robin's pretty ass. Robin resisted. WonderWoman yelled, "C'mon tough guy. We ladies want to see how a sissyboy asshole reacts when a huge cock is beating against the barn door." All the girls smiled as they started chanting ''CHERRY POP. CHERRY POP.'' The cockhead touched Robin's virgin asshole. "Ohhh la la'' the girls swayed. The huge cock plugged his budhole. The girls held their stomachs laughing when they saw Robin eye's rolled in back of his head. Just like the girl porns stars do in those xxx movies do, the ladies thought.

Batman started pounding Robin's ass half-way then deeper. Slowly at first for Robin's asshole to accept the violation and then faster. The girls could not believe their eyes when Batman pushed slowly the full length of his banana-sized cock right up to the hilt of his balls inside Robin's sweet cherry-popped ass. Robin moaned in pleasure mixed with pain. "I never thought a girl never mind a boy could take that much of a cock his first time out,'' said one girl."He takes a cock much bigger than any girl I know," said another. Lois Lane said while watching the action, "Hey Jimmy maybe you should get in on some of this. This way you wouldn't have to look for a girlfriend anymore." She turned around and Jimmy was gone."Why that little wimp was suppose to take pictures," Lois thought.


ROBIN RECEIVES HIS FIRST HUMILIATION FACIAL

After Robin got his ass good and fucked, Batman turned Robin around to put his dirty cock inside is mouth and told him to suck hard. Just when Batman was about to explode, he pulled cock out of Robins month so Robin could receive his first full intensity facial. The first shot of Batman's heaven sent powerful creamy thick sperm landed on Robin's nose. The second shot of the salty cream hit Robin squarely in the eyes and forehead. The third shot landed on Robin's tongue as Batman ordered him to open wider. The girls were shocked. The endless stream of cum squirting from Batman's cock sprayed on Robin's face. Robin felt completely degraded. He had seen plenty of girls get a facial, but he never thought he'd be humiliated by one. The girls thought it was about time they saw a guy get one and find out what it's like to feel like a real whore. To add insult to injury when Batman was finished cumming, he rubbed his big man meat over Robin's cum-frosted face, so Robin would never forget the smell of it. The girls cheered and applauded for this grand finale. Robin started blinking alot because the salty sperm irritated his eyes. But could see in the far distance a girl who looked very much like Sara or her evil twin giving the high five to her friends. The girl that made him go gay. {Aftermath coming soon.}

The Perils and Pitfalls of being a Model in Miami

I've been signed up with a modeling agency in Miami for 5 years. But since I'm not a serious model, not a tall girl, not available when they snap their fingers, not interested in working for free, I don't get many 'bookings'. I have learned to avoid the pimp / ho gig, just because the models might be working 'it' for free, meaning to add 'it' to their portfolio, doesn't mean the agency wasn't paid to procure them. I can't stomach that type of exploitation. And this is often how it works for the scourge of the modeling scene here...car and boat shows.

The agency tells you that you won't be getting paid for the car show, but that you can charge $5 per photo that some groper, loser or slimeball pays to stand next to you and have his picture taken while he slides his hand down inside your bikini bottom and grabs a half moon. Well, the agency doesn't go into such glorious detail, but you know the drill. While the agency might be getting $5,000 to provide 25 girls to the 2 day show, you aren't getting 'paid'. The agency tells you that some girls make $100's of dollars at these events. Hmmmm, show me the girl who does. I know, porn stars or has-been playmates! Yes, usually a porn star or two or Miss June 2002 Penthouse Pet will show up at these events, but they will not only be paid because their hustler agents have pimped them out for marquis value, but they also get the best spot (raciest boat or hottest car) and make more $ posing with losers, while their bodyguard monitors those roving hands. If I wanted to collect $5 per grope, I'd be working as a table dancer.

Then there is the other type of gig for which you get paid quite well, too well in fact! Agency gets call from rich loser dude who doesn't know enough pretty girls to invite to a party, so calls a modeling agency to hire some hotness to heat up his party scene. But it is muddled in his mind, is there a difference between a modeling agency and an escort service??? Escort services in Miami often call themselves by modeling agency type names: Cover Girls, Miami Models, Bikini Models, Paper Dolls. These aren't their business names, meaning you can't write a check to Bikini Models, but these are the names they advertise under and by which they answer their phones.

Back to the legit modeling agency. Agency doesn't do much vetting on the rich loser dude other than to confirm his identity, run a criminal check and did his credit card deposit go thru. So you're asked if you would like to work a party. Think of the opportunities, you might meet some people (the way the agency girl says people, means that you haven't really met people before, but you will now). Wear something sexy! You will be paid $500 to be there from x time to x time. So you and 4 other girls from your agency show up at the party. Losers try to squeeze your melons or kumquats, ply you with too many drinks and make suggestions about going upstairs or out by the cabana. A couple hours later, the answering service for the modeling agency gets a call that "the girls aren't friendly enough". "Mr. X, we are a modeling agency, not an escort service. We reviewed that with you when you signed our Agreement." "Well I thought that escort services can't talk about sex or have contracts about sex, so I thought the Agreement was just to cover the time that the girls would be here, but that they would, you know, have fun with my guests!" This situation has happened to me twice, so I told the agency to strike me from party gigs. A few months later, the agency struck themselves from party gigs as well, due to complaints from the models about near date rape druggings, and other sexual situations which weren't part of the deal. The sad thing is, other modeling agencies still put their girls out on party gigs, and this I'm sure, puts them at risk.

"America's New Fetish"

I've had quite a few friends, callers and correspondents alert me to an intriguing article in this month's Details magazine. It's about time this type of action gets more mainstream recognition! But why call it "America's New Fetish" when it's been going on for years. The only thing new about it is the media coverage.

"Sara, the article talks about straight couples who hook up with black dudes for some intense BBC action. They talk about swingers nite with about a dozen couples and a group that calls themselves the Mandingos. The Mandingos basically show up and fuck the shit out of the white wives while the hubbies all watch.

But that isn't all it even gets into the humiliation part and how some guys feel watching the studs doing their pounding. It also includes a discussion of white guys who go for the cream pie."

http://men.style.com/details/blogs/details/2007/03/the_provocateur.html#more

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Confession: Panty Sniffer!

I am a building super in an apartment complex. These new tenants, 2 young chickies, called to complain about a garbage disposal that was stuck. Maybe they shouldn't have put beer bottle caps down it. They were wearing those slutty low jeans with thongs, you could see the strings peeking out. I asked if there was anything else I could take care of while I was there, and they said, yes, they needed some curtains hung up and some pictures too. I am used to saying, that's not a maintenance or repair item, but how often does a 37 year old loser get to be around 22 year old hotties? So I did what they asked.

Then I went back to their apartment the next day while they were at work. I looked thru their drawers to see what types of toys they had. One girl, Skye, had a lot of toys and I licked them, sniffed her panties and jacked off into another pair of her panties. I left the cummy panties. I took another pair to play with later. I go there every day they are at work to jack off. Hope I don't get caught!