smooth sailin' in the year o6
hey Journal!
Ken here.
Four years ago I was a deadbeat nobody with 10 cents to my name and a supercharged cock full of AIDS. I first met Gargamel on the boardwalk as a street performer, it wasn't my job so much as to entertain the crowd but to distract them so my cronies in the audience could pickpocket several of these slackjawed yokels gawking as I laid back on the sidewalk to lick my own asshole. I noticed Gargamel immediately with his long blonde hair and muscular physique, oiled and tanned. He was shirtless of course and on rollerblades and rollered away before I got done with my act to come talk to him. I eventually saw him again and mentioned my act which he remembered. We got to talking and one thing led to enough and I was in his bed that night. I haven't left since.
I can't say I love Gargamel but I do love fucking him. He's so head-over-heels for me that I can fuck him any time I want and I do! Also I got this nice place to stay and he showers me with gifts. I hardly even get outta bed. Yeah, I guess I have the good life, buttsex when I want it, 3 times a day, at least, probably some more things. I know, 3 times a day, I'm an animal right? Well get this, when his pops kicked the bucket we were fucking 7 times a day I kid you not! Sometimes he'd be bent over crying his eyes out while I was pounding his guts further into his throat. A couple years later, after I'd gone on a vacation by myself to Thailand, I could not curb my sexual appetite. Those 3 times a day just weren't cutting it and Gargamel was only willing to go 4 times a day. So... I kinda sort made up this story that my brother died. He ate it right up. We were fucking 8 times a day no problem as he tried to console me. You know, we even got up to 15 on a Saturday in May. My dick was raw, skin peeled back like a fucking banana! Oh but it was worth it. We continued fucking like this for at least two months.
Anyway Journal, I'm gonna go see if he's ready to fuck again. Bye!
Sincerely,
Ken
Ken here.
Four years ago I was a deadbeat nobody with 10 cents to my name and a supercharged cock full of AIDS. I first met Gargamel on the boardwalk as a street performer, it wasn't my job so much as to entertain the crowd but to distract them so my cronies in the audience could pickpocket several of these slackjawed yokels gawking as I laid back on the sidewalk to lick my own asshole. I noticed Gargamel immediately with his long blonde hair and muscular physique, oiled and tanned. He was shirtless of course and on rollerblades and rollered away before I got done with my act to come talk to him. I eventually saw him again and mentioned my act which he remembered. We got to talking and one thing led to enough and I was in his bed that night. I haven't left since.
I can't say I love Gargamel but I do love fucking him. He's so head-over-heels for me that I can fuck him any time I want and I do! Also I got this nice place to stay and he showers me with gifts. I hardly even get outta bed. Yeah, I guess I have the good life, buttsex when I want it, 3 times a day, at least, probably some more things. I know, 3 times a day, I'm an animal right? Well get this, when his pops kicked the bucket we were fucking 7 times a day I kid you not! Sometimes he'd be bent over crying his eyes out while I was pounding his guts further into his throat. A couple years later, after I'd gone on a vacation by myself to Thailand, I could not curb my sexual appetite. Those 3 times a day just weren't cutting it and Gargamel was only willing to go 4 times a day. So... I kinda sort made up this story that my brother died. He ate it right up. We were fucking 8 times a day no problem as he tried to console me. You know, we even got up to 15 on a Saturday in May. My dick was raw, skin peeled back like a fucking banana! Oh but it was worth it. We continued fucking like this for at least two months.
Anyway Journal, I'm gonna go see if he's ready to fuck again. Bye!
Sincerely,
Ken