DogBonez4Me

So, a little over a year ago, RI had finally legalized same-sex marriage. August 1st was the first day licenses would be issued. And to help us celebrate the occasion, those party animals from the Westboro Baptist Church had flown out here and planned on showing up in a few places. So, I designed a sandwich-board type of sign, and had my good buddy, a very talented RISD graduate (Rhode Island School of Design), do the artwork. (Attahed. I added the Marvin upload cuz you can't really see the text in the other pic) They had 5 stops on their agenda. I made it to 4 of them (1, 2, 3, & 5). The last stop happened to be my hometown city hall. Met a lot of great people and a bunch of us came up with some pretty creative cheers/retorts, etc. But it was not really organized. So, after leaving stop 3 I had about an hour and 15 minutes before they'd get to the last stop. , I ran home, took a quick shower (it was hot that day), poured myself another quart of iced coffee, banged out this little diddy, printed out 50 copies, and ran out the door. Now, NOW we had strength. Instead of a bunch of us shouting variious taunts, we were unified. Not exactly a Rogers & Hammerstein, but with an hour deadline, I think it came out OK. Gay Marriage is coming to town (to the tune of Santa Claus is coming to town) If it’s two girls Or if it’s two guys We’re gonna get married We’re telling you why Gay-marriage is coming to town We’ve got our guest list We’re checking it twice You’re not invited I think you know why Gay-marriage is coming to town God sees you when you’re hating He thinks you really suck He says you’re gonna rot in hell Cuz you’re just a bunch of schmucks So, you better not come Back to our town Because if you do You’ll leave with a frown Cuz gay-marriage exists in this town (like the last line only LOUD!!) GAY-MARRIAGE EXISTS IN….THIS TOOOOWNNN! And as a nice little icing on the cake, I found out that, while I was outside protesting, my ex and his partner of nearly 20 years (who I hadn't had a chance to see since I'd moved back from Boston) were inside getting married. How cool was that! --------------------- And the pics:

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. :-)

Well, I've never thought of myself as a blogger, but I have dabbled in writing over the years. Lotsa sappy poetry when I was younger. Over the past 10 or 15 years, lots of "Letters to the Editor" (some even published). But I've always loved song parodies. I even bought Weird Al Yankovic's first album when it came out (vinyl). You could say I fancy myself a sort of Queer'd I'll YankYerDick. Some of the stuff I've written, I've saved. Some of it was what I call "the sperm of the moment", where I did it on the fly, posted it in whichever forum I was writing it for, but didn't bother to save a copy. I had a few different profiles on Manhunt, depending on whatever my "kink of the day" made me horny for. And I'd sometimes do it "with a song." Keep in mind, I have a very small target audience. Me! By that I mean, I mostly write for my own entertainment. If anyone else happens to enjoy, "icing on the cake." Anyway, if you like it, great. If not, I'm already over it. :-) But enough rambling. Here's one I was rather fond of. Eminem? M & M’s? Mmm mmm good? Now this is a blowjob from me Yo everybody, I swallow pee Cuz ya need some head, no re-C-I-P Jes' let your testes empty into me Hey, here's a cocksucker that works To make 20 million white sperm cells emerge So no matter how big your load may be Jes' let your testes empty into me! ;-) Hmmmm...I wonder if Eminem's really would melt in my mouth...

Exactly! Just like cum. "In me. Not on me." And while I love cum, I think piss kicks cum's as in a couple of ways. How? For those poor souls who are strictly cum hungry pigs (as opposed to being a cum hungry pig AND a piss thirsty pig): "Yeah, I wanna swallow your load. Give me those two tablespoons worth of cum." They can probably count on not much more than a shot glass from a hookup. A pee-shy newb feeding for the frst time will deliver more than that in one of his "starter squirts. (But in most cases, you're not with a dystarter) A golden-gusher-guzzler can count on many steadily flowing ounces each time a piss top shoots his load over the course of the hookup. When a guy drops a cum load, it often means the fun is either done for the night, or they may need some time to recharge. To recharge a piss top, you just means a quick trip to the fridge to get him another beer, or bottle of water. (Or if you're lucky enough where you're both versatile pissers, you can recycle it back and forth.) But ultimately, the sex doesn't go on intermission between feedings. You're right back on his cock after you handed him his cold one to brew your warm one. And as far as the "versatile" situation? That pee-shy frst-time feeder is me, EVERY time. I am THE pee-shyest piss pig you could ever meet. I actually managed to deliver a decent flow to my ex one time. That was it. Which worked out perfectly because , as much as he wanted to try it, and the number of times we TRIED to "try it", that one time I managed to givee it to him, he was about as good at "taking it", as I usually was at giving it. "Roles: Defined!" And I especially love it if a guy has "turbo bladder" and can push it out. Cuz one thing I managed to figure out is long enough to get past your epiglottis, you don't have to drink...or gulp, or worry about choking. At that point, the flap is pushed back to the "breathing position", as if you had your mouth closed and was breathing thru your nose. And the added effect for them (especially the first time since they don't know what's happening, is they can't tell if they're still pissing or not. Like my ex would say, "when you're taking a piss, you're seeing it, hearing it, feeling it flow, etc. One second they're firing full blast, and you're gulpin' & guzzlin', and a second after that, all you're doing is looking up at him with a smile around the base of his cock. Mind-blowing for him when he figures it out. Turnon for you, because at this point, you really are...a urinal. On your knees, mostly still, while a guy empties his bladder into the piss receptacle although a little further inside the porcelain that usual.) Granted, that all transpired in about 8 to 10 seconds. (Not nearly the eternity I make it out to be.) Cuz you wanna show them they're still pissing when you back off and start chugging again. Hopefully, that last gulp of piss will have bit of acm taste to it, as a chaser starts. Anyway, that pretty much describes what happened with the first guy I was able to do it with, who wasn't my partner. (But i gotta run, so that story will cum later. That's when I was on Manhunt as: The Dorchester Pissbilly Listen to a story bout a cumNpiss pig Loved sucking cock be they small medium or big Then one day he was suckin’ a hot rod When out came some pee and it made him really hard Erect that is. Fuckin’ hard. Like a diamond. Well, the next thing you know ol’ pig’s a thirsty boy Cum folks said “Boy go pursue your joy” Guzzlin’ streamers is the way U oughta be So he changed his profile here as a way to get some pee. Piss that is. Liquid gold. Pig’s tea.

When I was younger, it didn't matter. As long as I was gettting cock, I was having fun. But somewhere in my 30's, my passtion became cocksucking. i had no problem spending an hour on my knees, not even taking my clothes off, and doing anything and everything I could do I could think of. with my mouth, tongue,throat, lips... Here's one of my old Manhunt ads. Dedicated cock worshipper here. I've got a motivated mouth, a talented tongue, and an ultra-deep throat. I love sucking cock more than most guys like getting sucked. Whether you're looking for a quick "blow & go" or a nice long shaft slurpin' & knob polishing, both work for me. All I ask in return is the reward that cums from a job well done...and a pillow for my knees. Ever have a cocksucker lick your nuts while your bone was buried to the base in his throat? “Yeah. We got that!” :-> If you're interested... Plus, there's no "prep work" for a blowjob. If someone happens to call you out of the blue for a blowjob, you can be out the door as soon as you hang up the phone. Not so with The Big Bang. Because the line states in a poem I wrote: Cuz I don't leave the house unless I dispense Poland Spring!

Happy Friday, Pervs. New account but not new to the site. (Couldn't remember password, and think the email acct tied to it is my former ISP. "When it rains, it pours." Even then, Mother Nature only gives you the clear stuff (that bitch!). I think she's still pissed about that whole "Chiffon" affair back in the 70's/ But I digress...in case you hadn't noticed.) Back to the Topc at hand. I think it might be easier to count my straight relatives at this point. Besides me, I have a gay brother and a gay sister (3 out of 5 kids, in order of M-het, M-het*, M-gay, F-gay, Me-gay). My nephew (son of 2nd oldest) , who we pretty much suspected, actually came out after a few drinks at my niece's wedding reception (daughter of oldest bro). He was about 26 at the time. I happened to be away from the table when it occurred. It was actually facilitated by from my sister's partner/wife of about 22 years (at the time). (Yep, lesbians do next for life. They've been together since '86. Married since about 2005.) Then again, Carol is ex Naval Reserves Captain. It went something like, "So Mike, you got a girlfriend?" Nope. "Are ya gay?" Yep. "Cool. Let's drink to that." When I finaly made it back to the table, one of them said "We just confirmed what we already knew. Mike's gay. (Again, non shock.) But he was pretty happy, since he already knew his father's family was just littered with homos. I also have two gay cousins, one of whom is a Priest. Yeah, that one came as a real non-shock, since we all knew he was gay long before leaving for the Semen-ary. I fooled around with a couple of other cousins when we were younger, but it was only a couple of times. They both did the wife & kid thing. As for the asterisk on the 2nd oldest brother (gay nephew's father), I sucked him off a bunch of times before he was married. He's about 9 years older than me. He was the black sheep of the family. His best bud was Budweiser or anything like it. He was always getting kicked out of the house for being a bum, losing jobs, stealig from my Mom, etc During those times, if he couldn’t find a place to crash, at one of that night’s drinking buddies’, he’d come home after the bar closed, drunk of course, and sneak into the basement to sleep on the couch we had down there. Since my bedroom window was right next to the bulkhead door, I’d usually hear him stumbling in. I’d already fantasied about sucking him off. But I wasn’t sure if he’d even get hard being so drunk. I figured if he woke up and told me to fuck off, he’d be too drunk to do anything about it right then. And hopefully he might not remember the next day. When I finally decided I was gonna go for it, I waited about a half-hour to be sure he’d be asleep. I snuck down there and started playing with his cock.(Loose jeans, no belt, no underwear) It was a decent size even soft. Kind of spongy feeling to it. Surprisingly, it was only a minute or two when it started to get hard. And at the same time, I felt him move, and I knew he was awake. And all he said was, “If you’re gonna suck it, get to it.” And I did. It only took him about 3 minutes before he shot a decent sized load in my mouth. I swallowed and kept his cock in my mouth, not moving, but just kinda enjoying the fact that it was still there. I knew he was done when he just rolled away from me, facing the back of the couch and pulled his blanket over him. (Skipping over all the “thoughts” after I got back to bed, etc) Anyway, that happened just about every time he slept in the basement. By then, he knew to expect me. (I eventually figured out why he had no problem with it. Being the drunk that he was, even if a chick might have been interested in hooking up, it wasn’t gonna happen till closing time. And by that time, he was too hammered to interest them. Any offer to take him home meant they’d drop him off at our house, since we were only about 8 blocks from his favorite bar.) When winter came and it was too cold to sleep in the basement, I told him to just knock on my bedroom window, and I’d let him climb in and sleep on my bedroom floor…provided he paid his rent first. LOL I used to joke that he paid his rent, COD “(Cum On Delivery”) of said bedroom floor. What was the question again? Something about people caling there’s no “gay gene”? Yeah, just cuz you haven’t found it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist Anyway, that’s my (much longer than I planned on) story, and since it's all true, I’m stickin’ to it! Again, "Happy Friday, Pervs!"