A Manhunt Thanks-4-Giving

Tis’ the night of Thanksgiving, and I'm horny, can't sleep

So I logged on to Manhunt, craving man, boy, or creep

The profiles beckoned, with both dark meat & white

Cuz I have no will power, I'm a slut to the night.

Searching profiles in Dorchester, Back Bay, the South End

Up the North Shore, down the South Shore, looking for hot kinky men

"Look! My first e-mail", someone unlocked their pic

He's a hot, hunky stud man, handsome face and big dick.

He wrote, "Travel of company? What's your pleasure? Your kink?"

I replied "Check my website" and I sent him the link

He said "Come on over", so the deal was sealed

"I've got your meat & gravy boy, a true Thanksgiving meal"

So I ran to my bedroom and I tore off my clothes

I ran to the shower, and I grabbed the douche hose

I'm as clean as a whistle, left no bathtub ring

Cuz I don't leave the house unless I dispense Poland Spring! ;-)

Then I gathered my outfit, my pig jeans and my jock

Remembering to put that rubber ring on my cock

Then I grabbed my friend Tina and a Viagra pill

When I take that my drumstick seems to have its own will.

So I drove like a madman, cuz that's what I was

As I was arriving, started feeling a buzz

I ran up to the doorway and I rang his doorbell

The anticipation made my crotch start to swell

He opened the door wearing nothing at all

Pulled me in, kissed me roughly, and I started to fall

He said, "Follow me", walked me up to his bed

By now I was thinking, "I hope he wants more than head!"

Lying down, standing up, even down on the floor

We did it and did it and did it some more

His thrusts started to quicken, and then we both fell

Off the bed to the floor as I started to yell

"You splasher, you man, sir

You can sir, it's mixin' "

"On the carpet, now spew kid

Down my tonsils, it fits in"

First all over his face, then I aim for his throat

But he doesn't yet swallow, and his mouth forms a moat

Now with a big gulp, he then starts to swallow

As it starts its way down, he lets the rest follow

As he flicks out his tongue, licks the rest from his lips

I fall back on the bed, now released from his grip

Then he falls next to me, we're both totally spent

I say, "By the way, I'm Mark", He says, "Kent"

A short while later, I start to recover

I must bid a good night to my hour-long lover

As I get home, I log on, it's an urge I can't fight

I need more to eat on this Thanksgiving night.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Partially true. It was a Thanksgiving night (about 10 years ago when I lived in Boston.) And it was a Manhunt hookup. Names were not changed to protect the guilty. Man sex: Guilty.! Pleasure: Guilty. :-)