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the deal...
He always wondered what it would be like
to get his dick sucked by another man.
I met him in the forest on a hike.
We paused to pee. Relationship began.
Tho he was straight,
I found out soon he likes to masturbate.
We struck a deal. He volunteered his feet
to make me cum in clever barefoot ways.
I promised satisfaction swift, complete,
for all his same-sex longings during days
and robust nights
fellatio-filled with mouth-on-dick delights.
In nights of barefoot passion and fellatio,
we both fulfilled a deep primeval urge.
We learned that straight and gay don't have a ratio,
but, just like fact and fantasy, can merge.
Give dicks erections
and they will fly in wonderful directions...
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Thanks again, Stu! Your support is always greatly appreciated! I was especially happy with this poem myself. I felt inspired to say something about expanding boundaries and hope it may strike a familiar chord with others.
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been out here reading thru all of them again, lets just say, ricky is pretty damn stickey!!! lol
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Poetry is where you make it, Stu! And here's another...
bi...
I like feet and cock. Am I bi?
I lust for them both. Don't know why.
Guys shoot when I blow,
then I suck their big toe.
I cum and they say, "My, oh my!"
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cumming together...
I suck his twitching toes. We start to shoot.
Penis and feet are keys to all good things.
Orgasmic fluid marks the magic route
by which barefooted peasants become kings.
The world stands still
as feet and penis share a cosmic thrill...
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fantasy rubdown...
He rubs me with erotic hands,
then, for a special treat
to stimulate my happy glands,
he uses his bare feet.
Feet rub me, front and center,
dance dirty in my crotch.
They feel so nice, twitch once or twice
and leave a friendly splotch...
MyFriendsFeet has another great worship video with handsome Justin as the masseur and virile Jackson as the beautiful body being massaged. The only thing missing is ME! In my rubdown fantasy I replace Jackson as the guy being massaged and I imagine that Jackson's gorgeous feet are doing the rubdown. Well, I can dream, can't I?
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preface
I turn to verse. I look to art
when sadness takes a toll.
For I have wrinkles in my heart
and skid marks on my soul.
I loved but once, or twice at most,
maybe a few more times.
Now love is gone but leaves a ghost -
this pocketful of rhymes...
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Thank you, Stu! Here's one about a naughty footman.
the footman's close shave and shrimp job...
Two balls, two fuzzy hippodromes of fur,
have been shaved smoother than a monkey's butt.
I wonder what the footman's feelings were
as he defoliated nut by nut.
Was he impressed
by naked birdies in the big boy's nest?
A pedicure is always an adventure.
The footman has a special way with toes.
Before he shrimps, he may remove a denture.
And toes are not the only thing he blows.
Oh, what a dude!
He shaves, he shrimps and does it in the nude...