<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:01:32.555-07:00</updated><category term='My first ever blog'/><title type='text'>People Are Starting to Talk About You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-8485224278455109368</id><published>2010-02-14T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T10:55:50.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation with Tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A Conversation with Tony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: too bad we cant meet tonight&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yep too bad&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: would have enjoyed tasting your long hard cock an cummmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: hee hee not so long&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: 7 inches&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmm that's long&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i just washed my hole thinking i would be on my way to u&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmm, damn now I am sorry  wanted to taste ur cum too&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: that totally would have happened. I look at it like this, we all have our&lt;br /&gt;                         needs you know? I feel bad for a sex starved man such as yourself and i&lt;br /&gt;                         always like to ablige&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well the other guy just sent me an email said he got buzy with friends,,, yea     &lt;br /&gt;                     bullshit.  so guess I will get naked and stroke a hot load and then drink my&lt;br /&gt;                     own cum&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: lol&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yea,  sad isn't it....&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i most likely would have given u this black butt for the taking&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: taking ass n licking n fucking???&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: im very tight&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmm love to work them loose.&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: me on all fours, naked as u rim and finger-fuck this butt&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: sometimes i like to get real slutty&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmm okay enough my cock has been dripping a lot&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: maybe i could come after 11 or 12&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: no later would be worse... we need to just move past tonight&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: oh, ok&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: my cock already hurts from the thought of not having someone else to touch&lt;br /&gt;                     me&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: indeed. me too. i would have fucked ur mouth hard. i love a warm mouth&lt;br /&gt;                            on it&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: wish I could see pix of your cock n ass... you got a webcam? or pixs?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: no picks tho. not now anyway. i do plan to get a webcam. can i ask u a&lt;br /&gt;                          personal question?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: sure&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: its about u and ur wife.&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yea?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: do u guys...you know...?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: fuck??&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yea&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: we do but not very often. she was never all that into sex and recently she has&lt;br /&gt;                     been having a chronic cough for almost a year and never in the mood...that's&lt;br /&gt;                     why I have had many lady friends and in recent years men friends&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: oh ok. i cant blame ya    u have ya needs you know? we all do  i like&lt;br /&gt;                           pleasing a man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tonycee001: yea, but that's what makes her so untrusting of me...dah..........&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: she doesnt trust u? i tell my female friends all the time. what you wont do,    another woman will…or man, but yea, i'm totally looking for a buddy to&lt;br /&gt;                          get with with the strictest of discretion&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yea pretty much...  I like women best of all but men are so much quicker and&lt;br /&gt;                    easier to go for just sex....&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yea&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: trying to contact my son 2 c what's up at work&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ok. do u think he will suspect anything?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: no, see, he works for me and with the wife out, my call is not unusual.. they&lt;br /&gt;                    are closing up and going out for drinks. if you lived closer I'd say cum on&lt;br /&gt;                    over....&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: if they are going out for drinks that means he wont be home until about 2&lt;br /&gt;                          then&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: no. I asked. he said he'd be home before 1   ever have a 3 some??&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: not really. just a circle jerk with two other guys. you?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yea with two guys a few times and with two women twice... all were HOT&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: what was ur role&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: all man first time I was in the middle on my knees getting fucked while&lt;br /&gt;                   another guy was sucking n licking me off and I was doing him the same&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: its a fantasy of mine. have a guy fuck me while i suck the other guy&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: it was so hot. the guy exploded in my ass as I exploded in the other guys&lt;br /&gt;                    mouth&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: multiple guys would be cool too. are u dd free&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: oh hell yes.....usually only play with other married guys&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i would love to feel your cum leaking out of me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: have only had three gay partners in the last 7 years&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i like married men because they are not as promiscuous&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well, I would if I could...LOL&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ive never had a guy come inside me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: oh its soooooooooooo hot&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: even if u didnt fuck me, u could lean over my open asshole and come in&lt;br /&gt;                          it just dump ur load&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmm that's nice too...&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: make sure u get all that come inside me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: but feeling your ass being worked good and then hearing ur lover moan as&lt;br /&gt;                     he explodes in ur ass and feeling his warm seed inside then dripping&lt;br /&gt;                     out........god is it great&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i would adore that shit. have u ever participated in water sports?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: had a close friend in south florida we would suck n fuck each other&lt;br /&gt;                    everytime we got together   have done it with women yes and one guy who&lt;br /&gt;                    wanted me to piss on him&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: well, i hope we can become close as well. Lol      i would like u to piss in&lt;br /&gt;                         my asshole after u come in it&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmm sounds kinky and hot....&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: oh yea&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: have had women piss in my mouth as I ate their pussy&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: we can get in the tub, me on all fours, u behind me and u just aim your&lt;br /&gt;                         cock at my crack and let loose wow&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmm now I know we need some time together for all this fun&lt;br /&gt;                    damn wish you lived closer&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: me too   i could have been there by now had i left at 9&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: watching two guys BB each other&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: BB?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: bare back&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: oh i love bareback vids&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: love xtube&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: me too theres a vid on there where this guy is reaming a huge ass&lt;br /&gt;                          jasonpatric i think its called&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: this guy just pulled out the other guy. opened his ass so the fucker could      &lt;br /&gt;                     shoot his load inside&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: jesus! mmmm&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: then slide his cock back in and cummed more&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: wish u were doing that to me.&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: close up of ass with cum dripping out&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i would like a gang of guys to fuck me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmm me too&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: a gang of big hairy bikers&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well, I need to stroke my meat and feel sorry we didn't hook up&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: lol. ok. wish we could have phone sex or something. are u sure he's&lt;br /&gt;                          coming home at 1&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: maybe so.............. I enjoy phone sex with web cam  I'll cum within seconds&lt;br /&gt;                    of us talking&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i love showing off&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: you got a webcam?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i dont&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: damn&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i know&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well can you chat on here??  you have audio on yahoo IM&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i tried it once, but the other guy couldnt hear me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: I'll call you if you want to try on here&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ok&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: can you hear me&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: no&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: don't know ..well anyway&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i dont know what happened    i can hear u&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: not working    really are you speaking?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yes   but u cant hear me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: nope    you got a mic on ur computer?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: how is it that i can hear u but u cant hear me&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: you have speakers on your computer but maybe not mic&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yeah   is that a separate device&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call ended. 2 min, 13 sec.  (10:46 PM)&lt;br /&gt;Did you experience a problem with this call? Report a Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well maybe not turned up&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: it is, because i heard u    would the mic be located in front of the laptop?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well I need to cum.... love to feel ur cum on my chest and then scoop it to&lt;br /&gt;                    my mouth&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: damn! hell yea&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: let me get naked and call me so I can stroke a load...you too maybe...&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: my cell has one bar   cant call u on my home number   parents number&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: damn  just my luck&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: we are just going to have to set up a time to meet if its just for a few&lt;br /&gt;                         minutes&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: should have had u cum over we'd both have cum by now&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: we would have   just been getting hot and heavy and would have cum&lt;br /&gt;                         way before 1 am&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: be working on our second load by now&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i know   easily&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: sitting here naked my big white cock needs attention&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: so does my throat    could have been face deep in ur lap by now&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: god I'd love to say hurry over and drain my balls&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: with ur legs cocked up on my shoulders    drain them dry too&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmm going to fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: hell yea.&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmm need that too&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: and watch my dick slide in and out of ur asshole&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: all slick and nasty&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: reach under and pinch ur tender nipples    tweak them&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: love my nipples worked&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i would work them good&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: my dick is so hard right now&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: mine too    i reach under u and work ur cock&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: wish u were next to me right now each of us stroking the others cock&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: mmmmm yeah babe   i bet u feeel so good and warm   i would be all&lt;br /&gt;                          about making u feel good&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: need to cum need to fuck n be fucked&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: u fuck me and come then i fuck u and cum up your fine white ass&lt;br /&gt;                          is ur ass smooth or hairy?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: smooth  urs?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: same&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: is it pale and round?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yes very full round but not fat&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: do u mind a little meat on a guy?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: nope&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: mine is round and meaty&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i love being fucked my white men. I prefer older men&lt;br /&gt;                          more fun&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: okay enough I already wish I had said yes to you cumming over&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: we could have made it work    i could have hid my car or something&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yes I know.............. well we have to stop cause I want you here&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i have been horny all damn day and its not fair. I just want to cry I want&lt;br /&gt;                           a cock so bad   its so hard to meet men in this town as it is   most like to&lt;br /&gt;                          play games and so when i get up with someone, i cherish that.  u there&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: if you came now we could only cum once and you'd have to leave&lt;br /&gt;                     asap...that's all&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yea that's what I mean... well its okay  we might get another chance&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i hope so, but no one knows when.&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: i know....well I was afraid we wouldn't have much time   sorry&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: if anything changes tonight, let me know&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: like what?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: if ur son decides to stay out late&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: will never know right now I know its 1am&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: well, ok&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: that's why I said if you were closer and could b here in 10 or 15 we could&lt;br /&gt;                     have some fun&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yea&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: b my luck son will call at 1am and say he's staying at a friends...&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: that would be the best&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: but will be too late by then.... LOL&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: never too late for sex  hot sex&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well we need to say good night cause this is just making it worse&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: it is. hit me up tomorrow if u get some time away from the wife&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: actually will be home by 3:30 and wife not due home till around 6 or 7&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ok    where will ur son be&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: u available at 4pm?   he goes to work at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;chubby black not sure right now&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well I will be on line tomorrow at work  and we can chat to see if it will&lt;br /&gt;                      work&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: sounds good. what do u do?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: I'm a contractor....LOL&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: oh cool&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: I will know by noon what time wife will be back.. I'm pretty sure she has a&lt;br /&gt;                       2pm appointment and that's in Jacksonville&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: i could be sure to be in the area    u have my cell right?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: will give you the heads up and we could meet before I go home. I have to go&lt;br /&gt;                     to pay the electric bill tomorrow    was that what u called on?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: yes     i just want to feel a warm body against me. what kinds of body&lt;br /&gt;                          types do u like?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: okay look for me on here tomorrow in the am and we might b able to hook&lt;br /&gt;                     up for a few hours&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: cool&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: all types as long as clean&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: body types i mean&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: all types&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: cool&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: well I have to cum and get to bed&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: me too&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: wish u could call&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: im going to cum a huge load   yeah. my parents are outta town&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: u want to call me on my local number?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ur home number?&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yea&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: you know what? lets just see about tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: k good night&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ugh! ok&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: ?????&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: hate to see ya go but ok&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: me too but what else&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: right   i just have to practice discretion&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: understand completely&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: u there&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yes&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: fuck it they outta town but can u be discreet&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: yes sure of course why?&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ok. whats ur number? im going to get naked for ya&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: 7247867&lt;br /&gt;chubby black: ok. give me a few minutes&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001: k&lt;br /&gt;tonycee001 has signed out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-8485224278455109368?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/8485224278455109368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2010/02/conversation-with-tony.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/8485224278455109368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/8485224278455109368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2010/02/conversation-with-tony.html' title='A Conversation with Tony'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-8901009407703900375</id><published>2010-02-14T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T09:47:08.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ground Floor Blow Job</title><content type='html'>All the stalls were full except the third one because there was no lid on the toilet. Some fucker broke it off. It was the only one vacant so I took it. A set of black penny loafers sat still next to  me. I knew who it was, this old dude, bald, glasses, who always wears plaid shirts. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t stay long. He’s not into black dick. I  took his stall after he left. The rim of the toilet was hurting my ass. A guy wearing a dirty pair of brown boots was sitting on the  left side of me. I slid my hand under the partition of his stall. I  heard him get up off his toilet. He turned, dropped to his knees and  stuck his dick under. It was of average size, cut with some  foreskin that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t go all the way over the head. I played with it  a little. A pearl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;precum&lt;/span&gt; stood at ease at the piss slit. I would  have sucked him off, but my knees are bad. Without a glory hole, I was in no mood to do all that bending and pushing myself underneath the stall just to get him off. Besides, guys kept coming in  interrupting us. I looked through the glory hole at the set of black sneaks in the stall next to Brown Boots. I had a feeling who it was, this skinny white boy, average height with long brown hair that he keeps mostly in a pony tail. It was the same guy that sucked this guy named Matt off, the same dude who showed me a text message on his cell phone that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t have time to play, that he had to go to class, but now that I think about it, that was probably bull-shit. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; wanted to suck his dick for days. He sat there pretending to shit. No one stays on the toilet that long. Brown Boots left and took the first stall next to Black Sneaks. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t do anything, I don’t think. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t hear belts dangling against the floor or the rustle of clothes. Black Sneaks  ended up leaving. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t care where. I will get his dick soon enough. Brown Boots stayed. I stepped outside of my stall and took the one Black Sneaks was in. I started to feel like we were playing  musical stalls or some shit. I looked over into his to find him jacking off. I knew him. We’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; sucked each other off in the ground floor bathroom. He’s got nice, red voluptuous lips. When he kissed me, I could taste the cigarettes. I tapped the door of his stall. He opened it. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t think he would. When he let me in, I reached down and started to play with his dick. Brown Boots lifted his shirt up above his stomach. His dick was warm in my hand. I had my dick out too. I jacked him off until he came on my hand. Someone walked in. I jumped in front of a urinal. Brown Boots shut the door quick. I wiped his cum on the wall in front of me. It was the red head, this guy I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; sucked off dozens of times. He smiled like he knew what was going on. He stood at a urinal pretending to pee. I was sure he was going to get my piece of trade and he did. Brown Boots left his stall to go wash his hands. He and the red head started talking in front of the sinks. They stood so close to one another. Both of their dicks were out. Mine too. I jacked off while watching them jack off, playing with each others dicks. The three of us were startled again when someone walked in. We quickly tucked our dicks away. The guy that walked in took the  last urinal at the end of the bathroom. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know what we were doing, or maybe he did, I don’t know. I waited a couple minutes until I thought they were out of sight and followed them. I knew where they were going: the ground floor bathroom. It’s quieter, less traffic, and has two sets of doors that give out this loud squeak when opened, so it allows more time for recovery. When I walked in, they as well as one other guy was in the bathroom; a brunet about 5’7, 5’8, nerdy with glasses. He was at the sink washing up. I stood next to him checking my face  until he left. Brown Boots was in the big, roomy handicap stall at the end of the bathroom while the red head was in the one next to him. I walked over and started looking between the slits of their  stalls. The red head opened his stall door with his dick in his hand. Loose red pubic hair sprouted out of the gape of his zipper.  He gawked at me with those blue eyes as he jacked his dick. I took  it in my hand. I got down and started to suck it. Brown Boots  stepped out of his stall. I felt him coming up along side me. I stopped sucking off the red head. Brown Boots started to jack off  his dick wet with my spit. All three of us had our dicks out. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t pay much attention to me. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t think Brown Boots had anything left since he had already shot off in the bathroom  upstairs. The two of them had nice size dicks. They started to kiss. It was wet and sloppy. The red head got down and took Brown Boot’s dick in his mouth. I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never seen him suck someone before. He’s never blown me. I bet he’s only into white dick. He sucked him for a few minutes before they switched off. Brown Boots took his entire dick in his mouth. I jacked off watching them. I grabbed Brown Boot’s ass and pressed my middle finger between his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;asscheeks&lt;/span&gt;. He sucked until he made the red head come. It never takes him long. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t come in Brown Boot’s mouth. He always pulls out right before, and comes in his hand or in the toilet. The red head came on the floor. It was right on time too. We heard the doors squeak. It scared the hell out of us. I hid back into the roomy handicap stall. I sat on the toilet with my jeans on, but dick out. The red head unrolled tissue. I could hear the guy that walked in, pissing. The red head left. I stayed put until the bathroom was quiet again. When I stepped out, Brown Boots was gone too. I went back upstairs to the first floor bathroom. I took a glory hole stall, a side dudes take when they want to suck some dick, but it was after five, so nobody came. I jacked off, talked dirty to myself until I shot off. When I left, one of the lady janitors was coming down the hall with her cleaning cart. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t look at her, but could feel her eyes on me like she knew what I had been doing. I thought of Red Head and Brown Boots knowing I would see them again. These guys always come back. 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Conference&lt;br /&gt;Buy books for Critical Issues Lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order new Johnatha Brookes cd&lt;br /&gt;Go to career center for resume online&lt;br /&gt;Call Remedy Intelligent Services&lt;br /&gt;Go to Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;Go buy chocolates for Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give B. Faulk his Christmas card&lt;br /&gt;E-mail Rita&lt;br /&gt;Application for FIU due&lt;br /&gt;Go see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Drop off letter of rec. to Mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-mail Faith Eidse&lt;br /&gt;Send poems to Georgia State&lt;br /&gt;Write letters of statement to Georgia State&lt;br /&gt;Leave for New York&lt;br /&gt;Buy books for classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get copy of Village Voice&lt;br /&gt;Register for classes&lt;br /&gt;Call Brooklyn College about dropping classes&lt;br /&gt;New School orientation in Wollman Hall&lt;br /&gt;Ask about work- study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy batteries&lt;br /&gt;Get i.d.&lt;br /&gt;Health insurance waived&lt;br /&gt;Pay Allied 57.00&lt;br /&gt;Back to school @ NSU 6-8:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading on campus&lt;br /&gt;Buy I Remember and other books&lt;br /&gt;Go by Bursar’s office&lt;br /&gt;Do paper for Polito’s class&lt;br /&gt;Do poem for Polito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish lit. tree for D. Trinidad&lt;br /&gt;Go to housing, ask about Union Square apt&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Scott, 5p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne Koestenbaum reading, 6:30&lt;br /&gt;David Trinidad thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season Premiere of Buffy Vampire Slayer&lt;br /&gt;Walk poem about WTC&lt;br /&gt;MFA mixer at Poet’s House&lt;br /&gt;Honor Moore &amp;amp; Jason Schinder, 7:30&lt;br /&gt;Drinks at 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish WTC poem&lt;br /&gt;Roswell Premiere&lt;br /&gt;Buy sodas, clothesbasket&lt;br /&gt;Adrienne Rich reading&lt;br /&gt;An October fest in honor of Gertrude Stein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Brainard tribute&lt;br /&gt;Zine meeting, 12:45 in cafeteria of GF building&lt;br /&gt;18th Writing Lives Conference&lt;br /&gt;19th Writing Lives Conference&lt;br /&gt;20th Writing Lives Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Albo&lt;br /&gt;An evening with Cave Canem, 7:00&lt;br /&gt;5:00, David Trinidad’s place, bring 5 poems&lt;br /&gt;Poetry dog tags: Neck to Neck Haiku reading, 10:30, the Poetry Project&lt;br /&gt;Tough Guys reading at the Lure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polito’s class meets at 8:00&lt;br /&gt;Mark Strand, 7:30&lt;br /&gt;Go to library, get D. Parker books&lt;br /&gt;Print out poem&lt;br /&gt;Call AFSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00, Gay &amp;amp; Les. Comm. Center reading&lt;br /&gt;Media Studies info session&lt;br /&gt;Paul Violi/Coleridge poems&lt;br /&gt;Touched By Eros Anthology reading, 7:00&lt;br /&gt;6:30 Vanderbilt Hall&lt;br /&gt;Clifton/Olds reading 7p.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-9106258240795885513?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/9106258240795885513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/9106258240795885513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/9106258240795885513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem-of-day.html' title='Poem of the Day'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-3874083029706872088</id><published>2009-09-09T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:56:13.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of the Day, Spit and Cum</title><content type='html'>He pulls me like a gun, point blank to his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Mustache pricks my lips.&lt;br /&gt;He takes my nipples between dirty fingers,&lt;br /&gt;Strokes my dick in the bathroom mirror.&lt;br /&gt;His ass assumes the position.&lt;br /&gt;Pink, puckered, tight.&lt;br /&gt;He crouches to my crotch.&lt;br /&gt;Spit trickles to the base of my dick.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t wait for me to come,&lt;br /&gt;But zips up, washes hands and doesn’t look back to give eye contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-3874083029706872088?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/3874083029706872088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem-of-day-spit-and-cum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/3874083029706872088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/3874083029706872088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/09/poem-of-day-spit-and-cum.html' title='Poem of the Day, Spit and Cum'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-7639632376447501950</id><published>2009-09-01T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:39:22.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to a Tea Room</title><content type='html'>The start of a new semester has brought returning, as well as a new hot crop of college-age beefcakes for me to salivate over. The only problem is that none of them cruise the bathrooms. I sat in the stall on Monday for a good hour before anyone came along and sat down beside me in the accompanying stall, and he wasn't what I call drop dead fucking gorgeous. He was this skinny black twink with braids and toothpick thighs. I studied his dick through the glory hole. I signaled him with my finger to stick it through for sucking. It was of average length, cut. I drew in closer to smell it. It wasn't clean. It reeked of sweat and piss, so I passed on pleasuring him. I tapped it signaling him to retract his dick back through the hole. The two of us sat there in the dank bathroom waiting for the same thing. It didn't take long for someone to enter. I thought it was this white dude who kept frequenting the bathroom, one of those obnoxious assholes who can't stand to see another guy get some action. I'm not sure if it was him or not, really. All I heard was piss pelting in the urinal and then a guttural flush. Whomever it was washed his hands and left. I looked through the glory hole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;noticed&lt;/span&gt; a set of legs in the stall next to the young black boy on the far left side of him. I stooped over until the muscles in my belly ached, at the set of shoes. They were dark brown, casual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I knew&lt;/span&gt; who it was. This chubby white boy, not so handsome. He has a short, uncut dick that has only been blown by the sluttiest of cruisers. I don't know his name, but he's been a student for years. He might be working on his doctorate. I don't know, maybe. I've never been interested in him and I'm always quick to let him know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, Bellamy is not like it used to be when I first started cruising back in '97. This guy I knew, Larry, a friend at the time, told me about the place. I was a freshman in junior college. I remember all the tickets I got for not having a parking decal plastered inside the windshield of my Ford Tempo. What a shit clunker that car was. The tickets I racked up was worth all the prime dick I sucked off through homemade glory holes. I took what I could living in a town with no gay bars, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bookstores&lt;/span&gt; with dark back rooms or even a gay community center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I started I couldn't stay out of the bathrooms. Dick was a constant on my dirty mind. I would start at two in the afternoon and wouldn't leave until eight, sometimes nine o' clock at night with cum on my shirt. To cruise on campus was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; light of my day. I used to get so excited about getting some dick, I would get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;, but these days not so much anymore. It gets old fast. The same men cruising in and out who I wouldn't give the time of fucking day to. Troll, closeted professors who would hog the stalls, who would obnoxiously flip off the lights in pissed off frustration because I wouldn't leave, acting like they owned the fucking toilet. They still do this shit. Some things never change. They would get mad because I was better at wrangling up a cute boy here and there to suck off while they would spend half the day trying to rope the same guy. Yeah, those were the days. I wonder where those guys are now? Maybe some have moved to bigger cities with bathrooms with bigger glory holes. Maybe some are hitched with kids and they've just chalked up those days as just being some crazy college experience while others have lovers living domestically ever after with some bearded, button down bear. Who the hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has changed since I started. Just a little remodeling, the gutting out of old stalls only to be replaced by brown, fiberglass ones, some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; with glory holes like the one I sat in. I think a janitor comes in to drill them. They're just too perfect and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skinny black twink started to take an interest in the chubby boy. I figured he must be a newbie, because everyone knows Mr. Short Dick, and he ain't nothing to write home about. I watched as the black boy got on his knees. He shoved his dick under the partition that divided them. I could see Short Dick making a move. I watched the black guy beat him off. His ass was cute that rested on the heels of his black dress shoes. Neither of them made my dick hard. I heard Short Dick let out a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ohs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahs&lt;/span&gt; before he came and hauled ass. After the young one finished him off, he turned to me. He pressed his mouth to the glory hole, hungering for my dick. He had a nice set of lips. I stood up and tried to work my dick through. I could only get the head of my dick through the hole due to the obstruction the tissue dispenser was causing. I felt his mouth, hot on the head of my dick. I pulled out, sat down on my toilet, and unfurled a tuft of tissue. I took a pen I brought and wrote: &lt;em&gt;Lets switch stalls. &lt;/em&gt;I pushed the note through the glory hole. We respectfully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;switched&lt;/span&gt; stalls like two spies in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;noir&lt;/span&gt; film. I stuck my dick through the hole without any trouble. He started to suck me. His mouth was like this wet, hot blanket enveloping my dick. I could hear spit spattering to the floor. I was so horny, it didn't take me long to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rolled off some toilet paper and wiped my dick clean of spit. As usual, I didn't give him a second thought, and left the bathroom happily satisfied. I'm pretty sure I'll see him again. They always come back once they find a place they can frequent for dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-7639632376447501950?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/7639632376447501950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-tea-room.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/7639632376447501950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/7639632376447501950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/09/trip-to-tea-room.html' title='Trip to a Tea Room'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-904425628129332928</id><published>2009-08-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:49:18.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Semester for Chris and the Pink Pages from My Niece's Diary</title><content type='html'>I picked Chris up from class today. It's the start of another semester for him, and I think he's going to have a very successful one. Our goal is to get him on the Dean's List. He's very smart. He's taking a full load, plus a Spanish II lab. Tallahassee is one of those big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' college towns so when the students come back, it's like a fucking invasion of young folk, not to mention the plethora of college twinks to gawk at. (I love the word plethora.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of me is happy that it's no longer me, but I do miss being a college student. I liked it a hell of a lot better than high school, which was a four year nightmare for an overweight gay boy. I find that it doesn't matter if it's grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; or college. That first day is always exciting. I think I'm living vicariously through Chris. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; proud of him. I'm always happy to assist him with class assignments and papers. Had I continued on with my doctorate, I would probably be teaching at some college in New York by now, making good ass money. But no, I'm making minimum wage working at a crappy ass movie theatre with a masters degree &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I haven't&lt;/span&gt; been using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; to take two classes at the junior college here, but dropped them 'cause of my finances. I just didn't want to take out more financial aid  being that I'm already 64k in college loan debt. Chris says it's good debt. Whatever that means. My credit is great. As in, I have none. :) But junior college is way cheap. Chris is taking 15 credit hours and it was only 1100.00. I was going to take up graphic design. I don't know. I will likely do it in the spring. That way my dad can pay for my classes with his disability check from his hip replacement surgery. Plus, I'm working on three book projects, so I was afraid I wouldn't have the time. I'm content with not having the responsibility of classes, writing papers on topics I'm forced to research, waiting in lines just to drop a course or waiting to get my pic taken for an ID card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I need to work at being more productive with my time. I need to do something with my life. I'm not getting any younger. I'm so sick of part time jobs that don't lead anywhere. I've been here for six years and I feel as if I've wasted away doing nothing to better my life. Yeah, I'm going back to school. I gotta do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;niece&lt;/span&gt; and nephew are back in Orlando. My nephew started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-k today. The boy is bad ass and never stops talking. I think his favorite word is 'bitch.' Don't ask me where he picked it up from. I'm guessing from listening to one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;niece's&lt;/span&gt; middle school-age friends. They start to curse like drunken sailors at that age. I stole a few diary pages from my niece. She would kill me if she knew I took her diary pages. Here's what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last day of school we had some music for artist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Chirsten&lt;/span&gt; artist. When they were singing they call us up. And we had fun and every thing  I love the big American flag side Ms. Ellis was spraying us with this shower pole whatever it is we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;luch&lt;/span&gt; (lunch) then we did a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ballon&lt;/span&gt; toss&lt;br /&gt;My partner was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kalya&lt;/span&gt; we almost won until I drop the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ballon&lt;/span&gt; twice. Then something happened Ms. Ellis had dump by water. by 3 people I am not telling. Then she got mad I did not know why she was mad. Until she told us in class. She had a earache. Anyways we did volleyball. People didn't want to play volleyball because you don't get wet we won wanted to go on the slide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;agian&lt;/span&gt;. We only did a couple of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear. Diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people Just be mean Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cedia&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alway&lt;/span&gt; calls me lame every time I ask her that she says no I don't want to be her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;freind&lt;/span&gt; she just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tonya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tonya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tonya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tonya&lt;/span&gt; she get on my last head I can't even talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cedia&lt;/span&gt; any more because she is so popular. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; right. she don't know how to swim and she's poor like a hobo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO MAD &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;FEROUS&lt;/span&gt; (furious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are always greedy does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mamma&lt;/span&gt; know that she got a my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it cute, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;? I will have more soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-904425628129332928?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/904425628129332928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-semester-for-chris-and-pink-pages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/904425628129332928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/904425628129332928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-semester-for-chris-and-pink-pages.html' title='A New Semester for Chris and the Pink Pages from My Niece&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-4409830334941315173</id><published>2009-08-19T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:50:44.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stalls of Bellamy</title><content type='html'>I have just been witnessed to the waste of a good dick. And not only that, but the waste of a good dick attached to a smoking hot college boy. The Bellamy Building is the only infamous building on campus that's left where guys cruise for anonymous sex. Well, as far as I know. If there was another place to hook up, I sure as hell would know about it. The bathroom on the first floor is where most  guys hang out. There's a glory hole that's been drilled in the wall that separates the two middle stalls. I can tell that some sort of tool was used 'cause the hole is perfectly cylindrical. The stall I was in has this awful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;over sized&lt;/span&gt; tissue dispenser that makes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; for anyone to shove their dick through the glory hole due to its obstruction. &lt;em&gt;Anyone wanna circle jerk was&lt;/em&gt; written on it with black marker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only been in the bathroom a few times this summer. The couple of times I came, it was empty and no one showed for any action. I get that guys frequent the place more when class is in session, but during the summers, weekends and holiday breaks, when there's no one on campus, you would think more guys would be cruising for dick and ass 'cause it's quiet and you run less of a risk of getting disturbed or caught by campus security. I don't think anyone has ever gotten busted by campus cops, though. Dudes are pretty cautious about that kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was sitting on the toilet. I must have sat there for about an hour. My legs were asleep. I was only on campus so I could maybe get some motivation for my introduction to my new erotic anthology I just wrapped up. Someone finally walked in. I waited, hoping he would take the stall next to me, which he did. I was horny and was in the mood to suck a fat one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched him through the sizable glory hole. The guy pulled down his shorts and sat on the toilet. He wore flip-flops. His toes were perfectly pedicured. I leaned back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the steel pipes of my commode jabbed me in the spine of my back. I started playing with my dick. I knew he was looking to see what I had between my thighs. I get rejected sometimes. Either because I don't meet some guy's shallow standards or because I'm the wrong skin color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up, turned toward the glory hole, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;maneuvered&lt;/span&gt; his dick gently through it. I took his meaty head into my mouth, then the rest of him past my lips. I took off my glasses and held them in my hand so they wouldn't graze against the partition, and get scratched. I was happy to have a dick in my mouth. I get that way sometimes where I just want to suck dick all day. I didn't know who he was, but that's the point of anonymous hook-ups. Names are never exchanged, faces are barely seen. I usually stand up afterwards to see the face of who I just blew or blew me. Some hide their faces behind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoodies. &lt;/span&gt;I only get to see the back of their heads. I was enjoying his dick until someone walked in. He quickly retracted his dick and sat back on the toilet. I watched him through the hole. The guy that had walked in, took the stall next to him. I watched the guy I was doing through the hole as he started to pay more attention to the boy that had taken the stall on the left side of him. My guy sat there playing with his earlobes. His hair was short to the scalp, grayish. He had this Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gere&lt;/span&gt; thing going. His skin was young. I watched him stoop over to study the movements of the guy. I was getting pissed when he stood back up off his toilet, turned to me once again, and re-worked his dick back through the glory hole. I sucked it for a good ten minutes with the other guy on the other side of us in our presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flushed and exited his stall. I guess because he wasn't in on the action. He washed up and left the bathroom. The dick of the guy I was sucking was hard in my mouth. I wanted to make him come, but I suppose he grew sick of me and exited his stall. I heard someone enter. I stood up and looked over my partition. It was this dude with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;buzz cut&lt;/span&gt;, greasy black hair. I couldn't see much of his face, but I could tell he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; hot. He and the silver fox I was blowing left together. I had a feeling I knew where they were headed. So, I waited until I knew they were down the hall, and followed them. There's a bathroom on the ground floor where guys go for privacy, when they don't want to be disturbed or have another trick nose in on their action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the stairs to the ground floor and went into the bathroom. The stall at the end was the bigger one. I looked under to find two sets of feet. It was them. I went into the stall next to them. I placed my notebook on top of the tissue dispenser. Most guys take off when they realize they've been followed, but these two stayed put, jacking each other off. They both had nice, hard dicks. Not as beautiful as Chris's, but nice. "I wanna suck both of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ya'lls&lt;/span&gt; dicks." They paid me no attention. The guy with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;buzz cut&lt;/span&gt; looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hispanic&lt;/span&gt;. is dick curled up hard like a banana. The older guy I was sucking off upstairs looked familiar. I think he's a lawyer. I may have seen his mug in a local GLBT paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood outside their stall wanting them to open it up to me. I wanted their dicks in my mouth. The silver fox played with the dick of the darker, swarthier guy, until they turned each other loose and jacked their own pricks. Like I said, a waste. I would have sucked that twink dry instead of beating him off. He could have gone home to do what he was doing. He had the better dick too. Longer, harder. I peered at them over the door of their stall. It didn't take him long to come.  He rolled off some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tissue&lt;/span&gt; and wiped clean the tip of his dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver haired guy didn't wait around. He didn't come and neither did I. I walked over to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. As I followed tail behind him, I looked over my shoulder at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;young &lt;/span&gt;stranger exiting his stall. He looked at me. He was so cute, truly. Anonymous sex is so hot. I was mad that that older fucker didn't blow him. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;might've&lt;/span&gt; swallowed his cum. Maybe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the elevator back upstairs to the first floor bathroom. The older guy had made his way back before me. He was in my stall, so I took the one he was in. We did not take up where we left off, but just sat there quietly. He got up and left. I jacked off and left a few minutes later. The janitors were already in the building cleaning. My cousin's mom is one of them. I like to be out of there before they show up. I wonder if they know what goes on in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;bathrooms&lt;/span&gt;? Probably do, but don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Monday, and the campus will be strewn with both returning and new students, and that means hot new boys cruising for some action. I'll likely stop by everyday next week to see if I get lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-4409830334941315173?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4409830334941315173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/stalls-of-bellamy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/4409830334941315173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/4409830334941315173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/stalls-of-bellamy.html' title='The Stalls of Bellamy'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-4382596282983367936</id><published>2009-08-18T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:49:39.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem of the Day, "Last Night"</title><content type='html'>Last night I bought a new dick ring.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I pissed in his mouth like he begged me to.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I jacked off three times.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sucked my own dick.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I stretched my asshole with my brand new dildo.&lt;br /&gt;Last night it hurt a little as Chris fucked me. Told him to be gentle, that it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got the best blow job ever.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got gang-banged by some dirty truckers.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my ass eaten. He said he likes it ripe.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I met this cute Scandinavian boy.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I shaved my balls.&lt;br /&gt;Last night Tom sucked pancake syrup off my dick.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fucked a freckled ass.&lt;br /&gt;Last night a married man cheated on his wife with me.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I shot the biggest load.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we wrestled in bacon grease.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we fucked all night and snorted coke.&lt;br /&gt;Last night my ass was arched in the air for him.&lt;br /&gt;Last night my mouth was engorged with dick.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my salad tossed in the bed of my Ford Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got my nipples sucked until they were sore.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was on my knees for what had to be six hours.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spanked his ass 'til red.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went over to Bill's.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he was deep up my ass.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was just too drunk to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he sucked me off while he jacked his uncut dick.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was apart of a gay gang bang.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I came all over his ass and back.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I shoved Chris's dick hard down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I really wanted his lips around my dick.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was kicked out for having sex in the booth.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I sat on Bill's face.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we got shit drunk off Guiness.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he sucked my dick as we drank cheap champagne and listened to Amy Winehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he yelled, "Oh, man, you're fucking me hard."&lt;br /&gt;Last night he fingered my asshole, bit my earlobes with ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;Last night he sucked and ate my asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we fucked each other's brains out under the influence of weed and booze.&lt;br /&gt;Last night we agreed to bring a third guy over.&lt;br /&gt;Last night the rubber came off in his asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Last night it took me a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;Last night as he fucked me, I imagined it was Chris.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I got a blow job in the front seat of my car.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was arrested for indecent exposure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-4382596282983367936?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4382596282983367936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-of-day-last-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/4382596282983367936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/4382596282983367936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-of-day-last-night.html' title='Poem of the Day, &quot;Last Night&quot;'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-3375095653239732856</id><published>2009-08-18T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:33:25.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just because I forgot my wallet doesn't mean it's the end of the world, dang!</title><content type='html'>So when I drove up to pay for my lunch today at Chick-fi&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;-A, and felt for my pocket to pull out my wallet, it wasn't there. My heart sank a little in my chest. I was a little embarrassed and felt like the biggest idiot. I told the girl in drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; that I forgot my wallet. She took sympathy on me and I slowly drove off without me and Chris&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; lunch. There I was way across town, miles away from my house, but not that far from Chris's, and I forgot my damn wallet. I don't forget things like that. My wallet or my car keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to head onward to his house anyway. I called as I drew closer to tell him what happened. He sounded annoyed needless to say. "I don't know why you just didn't turn back around and go home when you realized you had forgotten it." He acted like I'm always forgetting shit. Like I'm Mr. Absent-minded. I didn't turn around to go back 'cause, one I didn't want to drive all the way back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;south side&lt;/span&gt; of town to the country, and two, I had his birthday gift that I was going to give to him two days early 'cause seeing him on Thursdays is usually something the two of us are unsure of. I asked him if he had money, and he said no, which is fine. I thought of going to my bank to withdraw some cash 'cause we had planned on going out for beers after our lunch, but I realized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I had&lt;/span&gt; to have I.D. and I didn't know my account number by heart yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Chris I would turn around and head home to retrieve my wallet. It didn't take me as long as I thought, but I hated doing it nonetheless. I was quite annoyed with myself for forgetting it. I drove back to Chick-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fil&lt;/span&gt;-A. I parked and went inside this time where it was cool and the service was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; faster. It was much too hot to sit in a drive-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; in August. It didn't take me long after that to get to Chris's. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt; him minutes before arriving. &lt;em&gt;I'm here. &lt;/em&gt;I turned into the driveway, killed the engine and waited. All the windows in my car were down. The air-conditioning died a year ago. $320 bucks to fix. Money I don't have. I waited for Chris to let the garage door up. I knew he was putting away his dog. I was still feeling a little annoyed and the heat wasn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he came. I grabbed his bagged gift and our lunch. Two 12 pack nuggets. He looked irritated with a sour look on his face. I hoped it wasn't because of me. I forgot my wallet. It happens. You better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; more than one, more than two people locked their car keys in their cars today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched outside the kitchen door as he picked up his dog and took him into the other room. When I saw him, I walked in. I was tired, sweaty and hungry. The only thing I said was that I was hot. I sat on the sofa with our lunch, while Chris switched on the TV. I took out the contents in the bag that sat between us. We began to eat. He didn't offer me anything cold to drink this time. I guess because he figured we were going out for a couple of cold ones later. I blabbered on about almost forgetting his gift. He didn't say anything. He didn't even look at me, but just ate with his eyes glued to an old episode of &lt;em&gt;Law and Order. &lt;/em&gt;I spilled a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Polynesian&lt;/span&gt; sauce on my jeans, but he didn't notice. We finished our nuggets. Chris opened the bag with his gift inside. A pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Southpole&lt;/span&gt; jeans and a T-shirt to go with them. He wasn't excited. I guess because I buy him shit like that all the time. I was going to have it wrapped, but it just would have been a waste of pretty paper and cardboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what to get him for birthdays or Christmases. It seems like he has everything. "Just get me a gift card," he told me, but that looks so insincere. He means much more to me than that. I attempted again to start an exchange of dialogue. "I think the fans of this show prefer it if both detectives are male." Chris just shrugged his shoulders and kept on watching&lt;em&gt;. What the hell is wrong with him&lt;/em&gt;, I thought. I was sure I didn't do or say anything over the weekend to piss him off. It was then that I realized he sounded short with me on the phone too. I don't think he wanted to hang out. I don't think he wanted to look at my face today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that awkward silence. Even if the only thing we could hear was his dog barking. I wanted to fool around even if I promised I wouldn't bring up sex or his dick. Since it didn't look like we weren't going out for beers, I told him I needed to go, that I needed to go to the library to print out some stories that were submitted for three new projects I'm doing. I left not knowing what in the world he was upset about. I tried to get it out of him, but he just made it sound like I was the one who was pissed off, but I was fine, a little excited even that we were eating at his place. Besides, when I'm mad, he knows it, 'cause I don't say a word while we're hanging out. I guess today, he adopted that technique. I left feeling like I had been kicked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't even turned off the road he lives on before I text him to ask of he was all right. He swore he was. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; that we didn't go out. I always, always like hanging out with Chris. He can be so much fun. He's always what I need after a shitty weekend at my shitty movie theatre job. It's just that he's been in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pissy&lt;/span&gt; mood since last Wednesday. I developed hours after I sucked him off. He acted like I had mouth-raped him or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just get so sick of arguing, tired of being mad with him about silly shit. I thought&lt;em&gt;, is he annoyed with me 'cause I forgot the wallet&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was the week his birthday was on, I told him I wanted to chill out. I didn't want to fuck his special day up. It just goes to show, sex before friendship, can fuck up any and all possibilities of something real. Things would be different if I hadn't have gone down on him five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to take him out for his birthday, but I don't want things to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; awkward. I just told him of this very concern. He says we can do that, that he will have to see how the week progresses. I hope we can do something fun at least one day this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-3375095653239732856?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/3375095653239732856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-because-i-forgot-my-wallet-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/3375095653239732856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/3375095653239732856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-because-i-forgot-my-wallet-doesnt.html' title='just because I forgot my wallet doesn&apos;t mean it&apos;s the end of the world, dang!'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-4227195689599862022</id><published>2009-08-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:33:30.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>This is something I wrote after reading a series of cute Father's Day wishes from kids that were listed in the Tallahassee Democrat. I thought I would take some of those sweet wishes and create my own version. Here it is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is the worse because he can't throw the ball very far. He also throws it too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy doesn't help me with my homework, and he's not nice and I do not like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is not special because he is not very nice. The other thing I don't like about my daddy is that he doesn't play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy likes boating, but I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like my daddy because he likes boating and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy does not love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is not good because he does not take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy does not take me fishing. He doesn't play sports with me. I do not love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my daddy because he doesn't take me places and is super mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is nothing like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is never on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy doesn't play games on the computer with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is not funny. My daddy is not great cause he's loving or caring. He doesn't make me feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is never there for me. He is the worse dad in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy doesn't play croquet with me in the back yard. He is not my best friend and I don't love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is not number one. Why? He doesn't support me, and he doesn't love fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy hates fishing and I do too. I don't love my daddy because he doesn't take time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy can't fix stuff for me. He never builds stuff for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy doesn't work hard and always gives up. He doesn't like to hunt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy doesn't keep me safe. My daddy never teaches me things. My daddy can't pick me up and let me touch the ceiling. He can't pick up my bike and put me in his truck with me on my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy is the worse daddy in the whole wide world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-4227195689599862022?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/4227195689599862022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/4227195689599862022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/4227195689599862022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9179479099252288512.post-8195614304933126834</id><published>2009-08-17T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:00:09.544-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My first ever blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What up, Ya'll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first ever post to my first ever blog. I have gotten tons of people asking me to create a website or a blog of some kind for my work and accomplishments in the publishing and art world, so here it be. I suppose I will treat this like a diary if you will. Post up a poem, a few of my own collages, along with my everyday rants about how life is treating my ass. So, sit back, relax your mind, and enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9179479099252288512-8195614304933126834?l=shaneallison.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/feeds/8195614304933126834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-up-yall-this-is-my-first-ever-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/8195614304933126834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9179479099252288512/posts/default/8195614304933126834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shaneallison.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-up-yall-this-is-my-first-ever-post.html' title=''/><author><name>shane34</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09366531244334409519</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
