safety alert for men who wear short pants and no underwear

[ftlaudft]

hold me a little longer...

Hold me a lttle longer. Let me feel
strength from your shoulder, love and friendly care.
Hold me a little longer. Church bells peal.
Flags at half-staff are flying everywhere.
They were the best.
I watch as fifty friends are laid to rest...

[ftlaudft]

grief therapy with man's best friend...

I'm talking to the wind. No one can hear me.
Silence and shadows fill an empty day.
My furry little friend attempts to cheer me.
He comforts in his little canine way.
Hearts that are aching
reach out to floppy ears to keep from breaking...

[stustustugoo]

absolutely incredible!
very touching,

[ftlaudft]

they remember us...

We tell them, "Rest in peace!" They are not resting,
They move throughout the energies of God,
blessing our lives and loves, firmly attesting
to all the paths of love that they have trod.
Leading the way,
they share with us the joy of God's Eighth Day...

[ftlaudft]

master shrimper Austin inspires a one-handed rhapsody...

It's springtime in our underwear
as Austin starts the show.
The bulges dance inside our pants
when Austin sucks a toe.

The dude, you see, is in a trance.
His lips and tongue go wild.
Beneath his nose, bare virgin toes
are ravished and defiled.

Is this a real hypnotic trance?
We see some doubters smirkin'.
But tho they doubt, their dicks are out.
They're smirkin' and a-jerkin'...

Inspired by the current MFF clip of Austin in a trance shrimping beautiful Bryan and Eli. Don't miss it and be prepared to change your underwear!

[ftlaudft]

the deal...

Well, yes, it's all consensual.
I tell him it's OK.
His penis is gargantual,
and that's the price I pay.

Yes, I admit, it hurts a bit.
But here's what makes it sweet.
He shoots his gun and when he's done,
I get to play with feet...

[stustustugoo]

cool as hell, now im smirkin and jerkin!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol

[ftlaudft]

Glad you enjoy! Try not to splatter...

[stustustugoo]

i ALWAYS splatter!
rickeys got a stickey dickey!!!!!!!!!! lol

[ftlaudft]

lessons of a war prisoner...

Wearing a beat-up bath towel, that is all,
I tremble when I hear the Captain's call.
Ent'ring his quarters, I am numb with fear.
I've heard he's merciless, depraved and queer.
My panic grows.
He rips my bath towel off with his bare toes.

What happens next is painful to relate.
His toes are trained to rape and masturbate.
He rubs his naked soles against my dick
until the juices make my penis thick.
Feet master me
as though they know they're where I want to be.

Barefooted ecstasy deflow'rs the night
with strange and wonderful thrusts of delight.
A blur of nipples, feet and dicks and holes
sucks out the very essence of our souls.
I feel no shame
but know that life will never be the same.

After the war, the Captain goes on trial.
I have to testify for quite a while.
But when they ask of my captivity,
I say the Captain never bothered me.
He gives a sigh.
Perhaps I see a tear fall from his eye.

I never see or hear of him again.
But I have kissed the feet of many men.
I cannot judge the acts he did to me.
His barefoot passion helped to set me free.
So now I sigh.
The Captain's free. He's free - and so am I...

Of course I do not condone or approve of rape in any form. But many guys have a domination fantasy in which they are dominated by a brutish sort, espeially if the brute has a nice dick or pretty feet or a reasonable combination of the two. The poem tries to express that kind of domination feeling.

I decided to change the title of the poem from "Rape of a War Prisoner" to "Lessons of a War Prisoner." Rape is an ugly affront to the dignity of any human and that really isn't what the poem is trying to express. What I'm trying to express is what an experienced lover can give to an inexperienced lover. The experienced lover can increase the sexual borders and boundries of his less experienced partner. The relation in the poem is that of a prisoner who is exploited by his captor, and the relationship may be termed abusive. But that's not the pont of the poem. The superior shares his particular knowledge of fetish options with the captive and the captive becomes aware of his own expanding horizons. In my fantasy, it's a lesson of someone helping another understand who he really is and who he can be. It's not perfect. It's a fantasy.