SINthysist
Rural Racist Homophobe
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“I walked out on stage where a hundred pimply kids were waiting to audition. They looked so small. Tiny, even. I wondered if I should have worn a tie or something, 'cause suddenly I felt way old.
I checked her card, expecting her to be a freshman, probably fifteen years old… She seemed too tiny. But then, they all did.
She was way too young to contemplate anything other than a good late-night jerk-off fantasy. Problem was I knew that I'd never be able to lay back in my bed later that night and conjure up her pretty, young body in my mind, without having first had some actual emotional contact with her.
But this girl was a high school student, and I knew there was no way I could come up with a plausible storyline that ends up with us in bed. But I wanted very much to have that jerk-off session, so I had to try something a little dangerous. I would have to touch her. And not just a brush or two. I would have to touch her for an extended time, feel her skin, maybe even smell her, so I could bring up the sensations later and become aroused. What I came up with was somewhat innocent, a little dirty, and definitely perverted. And I had to be real careful.
I was feeling very perverted, letting my eyes dance all over her.
As the music began I unbuttoned my jeans. No one could see me in the back, it was too dark, and I was behind a table, and I very much needed to readjust Mr. Happy, who had grown considerably since I made contact with Patti. I swear that's all I was planning to do, but the moment I touched the old P-man, he jumped up and grew another inch. Oh yes, I was aroused, and I knew I had to do a little stroking. So I looked around. No one was near. It was dark. I was feeling seriously anxious. So I did it. I pulled my cock out. Jesus, I was so scared someone would come running back to ask me a question and catch me! But no one did. So I kept on stroking. Hidden behind the table I was able to stroke myself off while watching Patti dance.”
Remember how this started now… “I walked out on stage where a hundred pimply kids were waiting to audition.”
He continues…
“I squeezed my cock hard and let out a little sigh, which no one could hear thanks to Mr. McCoy's loud piano. I placed a T-shirt from my rehearsal bag over my stomach and jerked off harder. I saw myself peeling her tights off, turning her around and entering her tiny pussy from behind, fucking her right there on the stage, spreading those little sweaty little legs, pushing my cock into her and listening to her moan with her first orgasm, and her gabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into her cunt. I put my finger up to my nose, smelled her sweat again, and came all over the T-shirt.”
okay class. Discuss. Child Porn. Virtual porn. Any porn.
Go ahead DCL.
I'll let this thread sink.
How about you?
I checked her card, expecting her to be a freshman, probably fifteen years old… She seemed too tiny. But then, they all did.
She was way too young to contemplate anything other than a good late-night jerk-off fantasy. Problem was I knew that I'd never be able to lay back in my bed later that night and conjure up her pretty, young body in my mind, without having first had some actual emotional contact with her.
But this girl was a high school student, and I knew there was no way I could come up with a plausible storyline that ends up with us in bed. But I wanted very much to have that jerk-off session, so I had to try something a little dangerous. I would have to touch her. And not just a brush or two. I would have to touch her for an extended time, feel her skin, maybe even smell her, so I could bring up the sensations later and become aroused. What I came up with was somewhat innocent, a little dirty, and definitely perverted. And I had to be real careful.
I was feeling very perverted, letting my eyes dance all over her.
As the music began I unbuttoned my jeans. No one could see me in the back, it was too dark, and I was behind a table, and I very much needed to readjust Mr. Happy, who had grown considerably since I made contact with Patti. I swear that's all I was planning to do, but the moment I touched the old P-man, he jumped up and grew another inch. Oh yes, I was aroused, and I knew I had to do a little stroking. So I looked around. No one was near. It was dark. I was feeling seriously anxious. So I did it. I pulled my cock out. Jesus, I was so scared someone would come running back to ask me a question and catch me! But no one did. So I kept on stroking. Hidden behind the table I was able to stroke myself off while watching Patti dance.”
Remember how this started now… “I walked out on stage where a hundred pimply kids were waiting to audition.”
He continues…
“I squeezed my cock hard and let out a little sigh, which no one could hear thanks to Mr. McCoy's loud piano. I placed a T-shirt from my rehearsal bag over my stomach and jerked off harder. I saw myself peeling her tights off, turning her around and entering her tiny pussy from behind, fucking her right there on the stage, spreading those little sweaty little legs, pushing my cock into her and listening to her moan with her first orgasm, and her gabbing my ass and pulling me deeper into her cunt. I put my finger up to my nose, smelled her sweat again, and came all over the T-shirt.”
okay class. Discuss. Child Porn. Virtual porn. Any porn.
Go ahead DCL.
I'll let this thread sink.
How about you?
