Have just spent a couple of hours watching the saga of Studio 54 in NYC and how it started and, sadly, ended. It has been totally fascinating and with lots of film sequences that made you feel like you were almost there! Interesting to notice that, like in Chicago, it was the Internal Revenue Service that was the downfall of the whole thing. Interesting!
The latest issue of Bon Appetite arrived today, and I found Dolly's article on the last page. She could choose three persons, living or dead. to attend. Dolly chose Jesus, Elvis, and Dr Martin Luther King. She said that she would make a peanut butter and banana sandwich foe Elvis, offer Jesus milk and honey if he was even willing to eat, and she would share southern barbequed ribs with Dr, King, Then she would serve everyone her peach cake.
tI thought and thought and came up with Alan Turing, the code breaker and computer inventor, Saint Thomas Aquinas, who examined homosexuality and said that it was a sin because God didn't like it -- not wondering why God makes so many of us in generation after generation -- so perhaps his views have changed? and Oscar Wilde who was not only the most famous gay person of his era, but also the wittiest.
Who would you choose?
Does anyone know where to get this blue and white skull bank shown in the background at the end of this video?
I love the way you stare at me,
Long blonde hair falling down around your shoulders,
Large hands holding that big thick stick…
I see the plaintive look within your hungry eyes,
Flawless white skin primed and ready.
Your ruby lips are for kissing,
That much I know— your neck unadorned,
Pulse throbbing, nipples hard, wanting it raw.
When you moan, when I make you cry,
When you hear me roar in triumph—
You’ll feel alive, arms around me,
Legs over shoulders, pulling me inside,
Thrusting up, back arched,
Wanting to be vulnerable.
Here in my bed, you belong,
Find yourself in the act of giving,
Begging to be taken alive,
Possessed and sacrificed by such deep force
That you are finally free,
Naked at last, fulfilled and released….
Every inch of you fully known.
And for one brief moment,
You know you are loved.
Jean Frédéric Bazille (1841 – 1870) was a French Impressionist painter. Many of Bazille's major works are examples of figure painting in which he placed the subject figure within a landscape painted en plein air i.e. the act of painting outdoors. This work dates from 1868.
Théodore Chassériau (1819 – 1856) was a Dominican-born French Romantic painter noted for his portraits, historical and religious paintings, allegorical murals, and Orientalist images inspired by his travels to Algeria. This work dates from 1838.
Oh, wow! Look at the fake birds flying in the picture frame at 42:33! Um, those are digitally produced, right, and not some feature to the actual picture...RIGHT?! Far out. I think that was wicked kewl! So, sad the rest of the world won't pick up on it or care! Unless you all do.
As punishment for not jerking off immediately in front of him as ordered, I was made to sit stark naked on the ground, my wrists tied behind my back with a rope, my legs spread wide, and I had to be unable to move.
Then he kissed me so hard that his tongue was entwined with mine, and he tortured me violently on my nipples. It was my first such experience, and my so aroused cock reached orgasm and pulsed, had cummed, even though no one touched it. However, my cock, which was in the third grade, had never shot semen, even when I reached orgasm, and it did not shoot out even then.
My cock was continuing to erect even though I had just reached climax a few moments earlier.
He looked at my cock and said, "But well, that's one hell of your big cock. If you hide your face and body and show only your cock, no one will think you are a 3rd grader. After all, it's bigger than any grown man I know. On top of that, even though you're in the 3rd grade, you jerk off so much that your cock has already turned blackish from your pole all the way down to your glans. It is normal for a Japanese 3rd grader's cock to be small, cute, and more beautifully colored, with the foreskin completely covering it all the way to the tip, even when erect."
I had been concerned that the color and shape of my classmate's cocks were totally different from my own, and he teased me mercilessly about it.
He took out a new cigarette, lit it and continued speaking.
"Not only is your cock big, but your balls are too. But, well, how could your balls have grown so big when you are only in the 3rd grade, huh? Do you know? The cum is made in your balls, man. Well, you're still a brat, so it will be a few more years before you can shoot cum, no matter how big your cock or balls are. When you are able to ejaculate in the future, your cock will probably shoot out a tremendous amount of cum, you know."
He seemed to enjoy making fun of my cock and balls. However, the teasing words seemed to me to be a very naughty verbal blame, and I was so horny that my cock was gushing forth an endless stream of pre-cum.
He sprayed a lot of his saliva on my cock and balls. Then he deliberately put mud on the ground on the soles of his shoes and started kicking my balls as if he was lightly poking them with his toes. Then, as he watched my expression, he gradually increased the force with which he kicked my balls.
While kicking my balls, he said, "Your reddish-black ballsack is fully flaccid and lying on the ground, so it's easy to kick it. Hmm? Do you grit your teeth or something, maybe you are in pain? No way, I don't think so. Because that's just the beginning."
Every time I was kicked in my balls, I gritted my teeth and endured that pain and agony that any man would understand. But my cock could have shriveled up, but somehow it was getting even harder and bigger. Eventually his kicking became so violent that my flaccid and stretched ballsack was kicked up by him, flying through the air and slamming into the ground according to gravity. I was in such extreme pain that I was beginning to scream inaudibly.
He gave me a satisfied smile and said to me, "Nice expression, man. You're clenching your well-aligned pure white teeth as if you're about to break them. Thanks to my kicking up your ballsack, now it has turned the color of it blackish-purple. Moreover it's filthy, man, covered in mud. Well, your ballsack is reddish-black and dirty to begin with, so it's not much different. That's strange, huh? Even though it hurts so much that you scream, your cock is bigger and extremely harder than before, man."
I had my eyes closed so I didn't know what was going on with my balls. I only wished it would end as soon as possible.
Perhaps my wish was answered, he stopped moving his kicking up legs and said, "But, you know, watching your expression of enduring agony, your cries of pain, your cock so big and hard that your veins stand out, makes me horny and aroused. When I get aroused and horny, my cock will be just the same as yours, man. It's already getting tight inside my pants, man. I will now show you my proof that you are pleasing and arousing me! Come on, open your eyes and look closely!"
He then unzipped his school uniform and took out his cock.
I was so amazed that I could practically forget the extreme pain in my balls. His cock was semi-erect when he unzipped his pants and took it out. But his cock, with its buzz-cut head and petite stature but manly cool face, was incomparably bigger than mine, despite being in a semi-erect state. His cock continued to grow in hardness and size, eventually stopping when its tip exceeded the length of his pants belt and reached about above his navel. It was not only long but also quite thick, almost as thick as his wrist by comparison. I was feeling the greatest arousal as I watched the process of his cock becoming erect.
And this greatest arousal, even though it came from my vision, was a feeling good and manifested itself in my cock. It was the first time in my life that I had ever watched another man's erect cock, and it was so huge that my aroused cock was so ready to cum. I kept quiet, trying to calm my mind.
He said to me, "My cock is also quite one, right? You got me so aroused that this happened, you know? Hey you, what's the matter of you shutting up?"
To be continued next time…
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Christ! I thought that he had a black eye! It's just his hair! Shew!
