Touchdown Jesus. 60
Breast Milk Baby has come to my house to stay
To milk my sap with her little yap and keep the flies away
To amp up the cruise with nips that ooze and keep the action free
And keep my chest as cruise-able as sweet Romain Duris
Then their African Bim might replace quim, docilely sucking there
If she can find my red hot nips in all that red hot hair
I might switch to the Japanese model
Just to make sure these nips won't go beggin'
But these nipsuckers better suck like hell to beat old Nancy Reagan!
But what the makers of 'Breast Gluton' can propose this beast to use
Is more than I can comprehend when they have Penelope Cruz!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
HE WHO KNEELS by Wagenblatz
Touchdown Jesus. 57
On a sidestreet in downtown Santa Barbara
One where winetasting shops hustle in every doorway
There's a video store which is the lowest rung of perdition
Hosted by a series of dour semi black semi studs
Where in the frontroom one can buy cordless vibrating dildoes
Stuff to cram up your ass while someone is doing your front
Boy mags Girl mags Boy-and-girl mags Girl-and-girl mags
Boy-and-boy mags All the mags in Milk of Magnesia
Enough to gag a maggot. Backrooms are something else
Long series of videoviewing cum spewed devices
Gloryholes on either side of the seat Penises
Coming through each hole. HEAVEN.
In back there are private screeningrooms where a guy
Can get laid bigtime if he is clever and hung both of which
I am
Go in there any time Any day Rain or shine about two o'clock
This guy comes in totally innocuous guy Probably
Somebody's father. Somebody's husband
always wears a scruffy denim shirt workjeans
Quite a nice body
He's the one who kneels. Checks ya out as you come thru
From the boy-boy, girl-girl, boy-girl magroom
Checks out what you've got in yr pants
Go into a viewingbooth there she is onscreen
Same old Japanese bitch beggin the ten inch Black guy
to pork her pussy Some guy's cock comin thru the hole
To the right He Who Kneels has just gone
into the booth on the left Ya whip our yr dick
Isn't hard yet but it will be quite soon
When it is it is magnificent He Who Kneels
Puts his indexfinger thru the hole Beckons
For you to put yr dick thru the hole You do
He sucks it Sucks it lovingly sucks it hard
Tongues it down to its very root Ya bend forward:
"meet me in back".
Leave the machine still running Dumb Jap gal
Still beggin for hard cock Walk quickly
To a screeningroom at the back Go in
Lean against the wall, drop yr pants
He comes in the room Kneels takes yr big
already precumming cock in his trap
Hilts ya all the way down to yr balls
Turns ya around sticks his tongue in yr rosebud
Rims ya for awhile
Turns ya back around Hilts ya Takes yr balls
Deep in his mouth Sucks em Slaps em
takes yr dick back in his mouth goes for broke
You cum
Hilts ya harder deeper You cum even more
Slap him on the back He breaks
Staggers away leans against the wall Shoots a load
Yer out the door blown to total orgasm
In less time than it takes to write this blog
God bless He Who Kneels He is the true savior
Of this community Forget the Guy in the Sky
Who always has His eye on you
This guy is Jesus Christ on a stick
The stick is a fuckstick The fuckstick is yours
On a sidestreet in downtown Santa Barbara
One where winetasting shops hustle in every doorway
There's a video store which is the lowest rung of perdition
Hosted by a series of dour semi black semi studs
Where in the frontroom one can buy cordless vibrating dildoes
Stuff to cram up your ass while someone is doing your front
Boy mags Girl mags Boy-and-girl mags Girl-and-girl mags
Boy-and-boy mags All the mags in Milk of Magnesia
Enough to gag a maggot. Backrooms are something else
Long series of videoviewing cum spewed devices
Gloryholes on either side of the seat Penises
Coming through each hole. HEAVEN.
In back there are private screeningrooms where a guy
Can get laid bigtime if he is clever and hung both of which
I am
Go in there any time Any day Rain or shine about two o'clock
This guy comes in totally innocuous guy Probably
Somebody's father. Somebody's husband
always wears a scruffy denim shirt workjeans
Quite a nice body
He's the one who kneels. Checks ya out as you come thru
From the boy-boy, girl-girl, boy-girl magroom
Checks out what you've got in yr pants
Go into a viewingbooth there she is onscreen
Same old Japanese bitch beggin the ten inch Black guy
to pork her pussy Some guy's cock comin thru the hole
To the right He Who Kneels has just gone
into the booth on the left Ya whip our yr dick
Isn't hard yet but it will be quite soon
When it is it is magnificent He Who Kneels
Puts his indexfinger thru the hole Beckons
For you to put yr dick thru the hole You do
He sucks it Sucks it lovingly sucks it hard
Tongues it down to its very root Ya bend forward:
"meet me in back".
Leave the machine still running Dumb Jap gal
Still beggin for hard cock Walk quickly
To a screeningroom at the back Go in
Lean against the wall, drop yr pants
He comes in the room Kneels takes yr big
already precumming cock in his trap
Hilts ya all the way down to yr balls
Turns ya around sticks his tongue in yr rosebud
Rims ya for awhile
Turns ya back around Hilts ya Takes yr balls
Deep in his mouth Sucks em Slaps em
takes yr dick back in his mouth goes for broke
You cum
Hilts ya harder deeper You cum even more
Slap him on the back He breaks
Staggers away leans against the wall Shoots a load
Yer out the door blown to total orgasm
In less time than it takes to write this blog
God bless He Who Kneels He is the true savior
Of this community Forget the Guy in the Sky
Who always has His eye on you
This guy is Jesus Christ on a stick
The stick is a fuckstick The fuckstick is yours
Sunday, July 3, 2011
THREE by Wagenblatz
Touchdown Jesus. 55
The Springs Sprung Part Three
Out of the inferno of 111 degree Juneweather
Myself and two other unbidden unexpected
Unbelieveable men Walking blind into an unknown
Environment 21 years before interviewed
Multi pierced owners Now fiftysomething
Vegas dancing boys One taciturn One
a mad Fruit Fly
Sometimes things happen so fast you don't realize
They're happening Sometimes they happen
Spontaneously Amazingly This man
Amazing man Beef on the hoof Tan awesome
Uplifted pecs Monsterbreeding nips
Kind of smile that would melt Iceland
Walked across the tarmac next to the West Pool
Took my fat dick in his hand Pulled me to him
Kissed me
In bed within less than a minute Exploring
Each other Tongues Fingers No turn
Left unstoned Don's French. French Canadian
French Amazingly from the same town
in New Brunswick
Where my great grandmother was born and married
Too many coincidences His irish father from the same
Tiny town in Maine as my mother's entire family
DNA on the Half Shell?
Sucked his beautiful eight inch cock took his sperm
He took mine Went down on me I was forced
...Forced! To eat out his perfect ass and fuck it
Hilted in him
Could feel my superhard dick connecting solidly
In his second sphincter Pumped him Pumped him
He howled Clamped his buttmuscles down
On my dick
Shot the kind of load I would have expected
From an elephant in heat Howling. Hosed me
I was in Seventh Heaven
This went on for quite awhile
Finally he left me, collapsed. Gone for the entire
Second day his roomshutters closed
On the second day I met Al
Lean 150 lb full of energy Full of information
Full of sex Whopper of a Norwegian cock
At least nine fat inches flopping somewhere
around his knee
Took care of that . Kneeling next to him at a shady spot
Near the West Pool which had become my environment
of assignation Because my so-called pals from Long Beach
with whom after 5 years of constant flirting and pic-sharing
I had absolutely no valid connection were holding court
at the North Pool I avoided it
Sucked Al's awesome cock till he started to precum for me
Took him into my room Repeat Repeat Repeat
the events of the previous day minus the anal penetration
Ate him out good though
Had sex for six hours Broke for dinner On the third day
Put Al and Don together WOOF Exploded like two
superloaded high megaton sexual atomic weapons
Fat penises Discharging sperm in all directions
On each other On me Amped each other up
The three of us Kind of hyperactive sexual activity
Even blase Inn Exile was not used to seeing
Not on this level Three men hairy hung passionate
eating sucking rimming kissing ejaculating
Positioned Don and Al on separate pool pads
In 69 mode Sucked each other to the delight
of the West Pool crowd Went from one
To the other
Fingering their butts Kissing their spermsticky faces
It went on and on and on Kept building Finally
That night found them both happily cradled
between my thighs
Each of them kissing Taking quality time to suck
My cock between kisses HEAVEN
Finally at the end of the fourth day wanted to cry
Just said, 'BREAK' Left them
Want them back
The Springs Sprung Part Three
Out of the inferno of 111 degree Juneweather
Myself and two other unbidden unexpected
Unbelieveable men Walking blind into an unknown
Environment 21 years before interviewed
Multi pierced owners Now fiftysomething
Vegas dancing boys One taciturn One
a mad Fruit Fly
Sometimes things happen so fast you don't realize
They're happening Sometimes they happen
Spontaneously Amazingly This man
Amazing man Beef on the hoof Tan awesome
Uplifted pecs Monsterbreeding nips
Kind of smile that would melt Iceland
Walked across the tarmac next to the West Pool
Took my fat dick in his hand Pulled me to him
Kissed me
In bed within less than a minute Exploring
Each other Tongues Fingers No turn
Left unstoned Don's French. French Canadian
French Amazingly from the same town
in New Brunswick
Where my great grandmother was born and married
Too many coincidences His irish father from the same
Tiny town in Maine as my mother's entire family
DNA on the Half Shell?
Sucked his beautiful eight inch cock took his sperm
He took mine Went down on me I was forced
...Forced! To eat out his perfect ass and fuck it
Hilted in him
Could feel my superhard dick connecting solidly
In his second sphincter Pumped him Pumped him
He howled Clamped his buttmuscles down
On my dick
Shot the kind of load I would have expected
From an elephant in heat Howling. Hosed me
I was in Seventh Heaven
This went on for quite awhile
Finally he left me, collapsed. Gone for the entire
Second day his roomshutters closed
On the second day I met Al
Lean 150 lb full of energy Full of information
Full of sex Whopper of a Norwegian cock
At least nine fat inches flopping somewhere
around his knee
Took care of that . Kneeling next to him at a shady spot
Near the West Pool which had become my environment
of assignation Because my so-called pals from Long Beach
with whom after 5 years of constant flirting and pic-sharing
I had absolutely no valid connection were holding court
at the North Pool I avoided it
Sucked Al's awesome cock till he started to precum for me
Took him into my room Repeat Repeat Repeat
the events of the previous day minus the anal penetration
Ate him out good though
Had sex for six hours Broke for dinner On the third day
Put Al and Don together WOOF Exploded like two
superloaded high megaton sexual atomic weapons
Fat penises Discharging sperm in all directions
On each other On me Amped each other up
The three of us Kind of hyperactive sexual activity
Even blase Inn Exile was not used to seeing
Not on this level Three men hairy hung passionate
eating sucking rimming kissing ejaculating
Positioned Don and Al on separate pool pads
In 69 mode Sucked each other to the delight
of the West Pool crowd Went from one
To the other
Fingering their butts Kissing their spermsticky faces
It went on and on and on Kept building Finally
That night found them both happily cradled
between my thighs
Each of them kissing Taking quality time to suck
My cock between kisses HEAVEN
Finally at the end of the fourth day wanted to cry
Just said, 'BREAK' Left them
Want them back
Saturday, July 2, 2011
WOLFPACK by Wagenblatz
Touchdown Jesus. 54
The Springs Spring, Part Two
During the day Inn Exile sits
Like a steamin Hot Cross Bun
Curving around the bend of Warm Springs Drive
Like something ready to have firm teeth sunk into it
Like something ready to be eaten voraciously
Like most of the men who stay there
Like me
Middleaged hopeful always wishful men
Running away from their realities
Leaving their homes, home cities behind
For a creative bit of hanky-panky. Bit
or bits. Lots of bits. Hankering to get
The Bit between their teeth.
Simmering in the late summer sun waiting for
Him
Something like Him Something to feed the fantasy
Well-behaved. To a point. Doors slam.
Gentlemen disappear behind closed doors.
Cries are heard shattering the Hundred Degree daylight.
The Wolfpack arrives. Boys Young men
Predators of the night Anything resembling
Sanity goes home when the night manager
Puts his hairy chest away Locks the door behind him
A hiatus of breathless hours
Nine-thirty to Midnight. All hell breaks loose.
Every junk-addled badboy, snotnosed parolee,
Rough punked-out kid looking for a sex fix,
Every little whore in the Coachella Valley
Stands waiting Fly unzipped Behind the pillars
Beyond the Long Pool A few oldsters
Watch 25 year old sexvideos starring Blondie-
Turning- sixty who's letting the Punks
in the West Door
The big hairy chested boy who just bailed
Out of Iraq parades his beefy big nipped bod
Around Spreading love When the Oldsters say,
"Let's" He'll say, "It's not the time". It isn't.
It's time for the Wolfpack to howl.
This sixtysomething purveyor of red-hot sexuality
Shivers in his room Hoping to get the hell out of there
ASAP
The Springs Spring, Part Two
During the day Inn Exile sits
Like a steamin Hot Cross Bun
Curving around the bend of Warm Springs Drive
Like something ready to have firm teeth sunk into it
Like something ready to be eaten voraciously
Like most of the men who stay there
Like me
Middleaged hopeful always wishful men
Running away from their realities
Leaving their homes, home cities behind
For a creative bit of hanky-panky. Bit
or bits. Lots of bits. Hankering to get
The Bit between their teeth.
Simmering in the late summer sun waiting for
Him
Something like Him Something to feed the fantasy
Well-behaved. To a point. Doors slam.
Gentlemen disappear behind closed doors.
Cries are heard shattering the Hundred Degree daylight.
The Wolfpack arrives. Boys Young men
Predators of the night Anything resembling
Sanity goes home when the night manager
Puts his hairy chest away Locks the door behind him
A hiatus of breathless hours
Nine-thirty to Midnight. All hell breaks loose.
Every junk-addled badboy, snotnosed parolee,
Rough punked-out kid looking for a sex fix,
Every little whore in the Coachella Valley
Stands waiting Fly unzipped Behind the pillars
Beyond the Long Pool A few oldsters
Watch 25 year old sexvideos starring Blondie-
Turning- sixty who's letting the Punks
in the West Door
The big hairy chested boy who just bailed
Out of Iraq parades his beefy big nipped bod
Around Spreading love When the Oldsters say,
"Let's" He'll say, "It's not the time". It isn't.
It's time for the Wolfpack to howl.
This sixtysomething purveyor of red-hot sexuality
Shivers in his room Hoping to get the hell out of there
ASAP
Friday, July 1, 2011
HUNGRY AT THE SPA by Wagenblatz
touchdown jesus. 53
We were hungry at the spa
Famished for a good meal at the ol' Watering Hole
Where the Springs that the Springs was named after
Comes up outta the ground
Where Charley Farrell stood in 1928
Just after he had made his first sound film with Janet Gaynor
Said to the Moneymen, "Man,
This would be a good place to build a spa."
The Moneymen built a spa
Built it from the groundup like Moneymen should
Bob Hope and Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour
Put their hard earned Paramount money into it
Spa grew & grew & grew till it was a fuckingbig Spa
Twelve stories high Bones of the old Spa
Buried three stories underground where Charley Farrell
sucked Gilbert Roland's cock
Now Al and Don and I came to dinner at the Spa
Fucked-out after an afternoon of cocksucking
At Inn Exile where the temperature was 111 in the shade
Drank each other instead of ice tea
What came out of Al and Don
Sweeter than May wine
What came out of me was the explosion of Blue Balls
Been holding in for months
No food at the Spa Economy was bad
Spa hotel had to close its kitchen Lay off its staff
The old Spa will never be the same
We were hungry at the Spa
Had to go off and eat each other for supper
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