Big Al Capone
I’ve always had a thing for Al Capone. I imagine him pulling his fat Italian cock out of his suit pants and pointing to me then his dick and I would know that I need to get over there on my knees to serve him.
After he was done with me, he would pimp me out to his big Italian Gumba bodyguards to stuff their fat cocks in my holes.
Snub Nose
Take Care of New York Daddy
Mouth Hole Cream Pie
Cocksucker Heaven
Business Spurt
These are some of my graphic illustrations. made them into cards, but who the hell sends cards anymore?
How to Entrap a Cocksucker
I’ve recently moved to San Francisco because I’m a faggot cocksucker who likes to be in a n inviting sexually charged city.
I’ve been going to a love drawing group and it has been stoking my creative juices. here’s a drawing I did at Wicked Grounds Coffee Shop. A kink-themed coffee shop. You won’t find that in Peoria.
During basic training, we were billeted in very old buildings. They dated back to WWII. If they caught fire they would be down to the ground in 8 minutes. So, all during the night there was a soldier who would walk around the outside and inside of the building to warn the others if a fire should start. That night I had fire-watch at 4 am, which really sucks because once I was done I had less than an hour before I had to be up for PT. It was so quiet that night. The full moon played tricks on my eyes. Sometimes the shadows looked like a 4 am hard-on growing under the thin sheets. The stiffest, hardest bone of the night. The rod gets so hard it hurts. I’d seen plenty of them. But this one was different. It was hot and many of the sheets were covering little but skivvies and a thigh. As I looked through the lockers I saw the bunk silhouetted by the window. This guy had a major 4 am bone. He was standing straight up at attention. His sheet had been kicked down around his feet. He was very lowly moaning and starting to spread his legs. His hands went above his head like they were being held there by another man. He was having a major ‘spread your asshole and take it up the man pussy’ wet dream. He started to hold his knees spreading out his hole. I knew he would blow any minute. I carefully slipped into the shadow and helped myself to a good hot sniff of that hot hole. In seconds he started to blow thick white jets of jizzm all over his chest and face. He was a fucking stud. He kept on spurting for about 30 seconds. I was amazed at how silent he was. Good soldier. I quickly backed away out of sight. I could hear his breathing and I could smell the heavy odor of cum in the air. It was thick. I could almost taste it on my tongue. It seemed as though he never woke up at all. I spent my extra time, relieving myself in the latrine.
I remember this kid in 5th-grade math class. He must have been held back. He seemed way older than the rest of us. He fascinated me. I used to try to watch him without him knowing it. He knew it. He would jack off right in class under his sweatshirt. That takes balls. It turned me on even though I didn’t really even know what he was doing. A couple of times he would pull his hard johnson out, draw smiley faces on it, and show it to me.
