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Discussion in 'Locker Room Talk' started by Edgeworth, Oct 16, 2011.
hot or not?
i say hot.
not as hot as boys wearing boy shorts
Boy shorts, granny panties, thongs or tampons - I don't care, they're all obstacles the same, blocking the pussy. Whatever shape they are it doesn't matter to me. They all end up as rags bunched on my bedroom floor, trophies of my sexual conquest, like bones in a tiger den.
As long as there's that nice camel toe...
I like it.
boy shorts are mega comfy, i love them
When I think of boy shorts, I think skidmarks and superman print.
But who am I to judge if it makes you happy?
I keep getting mental images of my mom wearing my skinny jeans.
not boy shorts owned by a boy, boyshorts made specifically for women.
sounds like you have mommy issues.
Eh, my mom is just the same size as me in shoes/jeans/shirts.
Pff, why not. I really could care less. All panties are the same to me, except those that come off. Those are superior.
k-hte likes underwear with room for her trapcock
And the hot, salty tears; and soft whimpers of another boy ushered into manhood on the Flu express.
The Flu express is a non-stop freight train that crosses all borders and ushers as many as 30,000 children into manhood in a single month!
It's clean burning as it runs not on traditional coal, but the sorrow and remorse of children throughout the ages and of every race and station, and unlike conventional rape trains, the Flu Express - Steamer #666 - is not bound by tracks; rather it goes where it wants with utter impunity and disregard for the law.
Going off a 30 day month, you have 43200 minutes in the month. Based on raeping 1 child per minute, it's certainly doable (pun intended) to service 30000 KPM (kids per month).
My concern is chafing and/or abrasions to the flesh of the , in particular where the head joins the shaft.
Do you employ any sealant (e.g. a teflon spray) or other devices; or is the blood from the ruined children enough?
I also note your clean-burning nature. The children, when they grow up, will be happy to know that your carbon footprint is making their future bright.
Of course, they'll all end up in prison, due to being damaged beyond repair by your unspeakable violations; but we have another department to deal with that.
As long as they're not fat or ugly, nothing bad can come of it.
As far as wear and tear is concerned, my is a thing not born of conventional earth, steel, or even energy. It is a vampiric construct forged on a distant (now dead) star in an alternate universe and was ushered into this realm by a wrongly said prayer of a child some 20,000 years ago. Should my evil incarnate be damaged by one of the 30,000 boys a month, the blood from their asses - you nailed it - does indeed give my engorged blood engine the regenerative powers of a Troll king, turned Vampire Lord. The blood of ruined boyz clots and knits any carnal sore or scab that may temporarily blemish my power fiend. I can fuck for ages, without mercy. For the only thing about a boy's sex that would cause my dick any considerable harm... would be NOT fucking a boy. Should the ass blood cease to flow and the clockwork precision of my churning engine halt - only then would my hurt, and begin to crumble without the life giving touch of a true boy's hoop.
Flu uses lsd as his energy source as it is the mind that powers the body. The lsd is a battery for the mind. No sleep or food is necessary, just lots of L. This doesn't have a good effect on his consciousness obviously, but who needs consciousness or morality or sanity when you have the powers of a brain altered by the most powerful drug in the world?
So, kind of like Twilight; but with a bit more raep and less teenage angst.
I'll have to get a T-Shirt made up that says "I'm on Team Flu".
As always, your clarifications are greatly appreciated.
This is true, Rice.
When I go to the library, I don't even read. I just stare down the hallways, and mutter: "Look at all the books. Jesus Christ... look how many books."
A slick black wave of energy shimmers through a purple tunnel and like a fish in the waters gushing through a broken dam I am transported - where? It doesn't really matter. The whole world's my oyster. (It really looks like an oyster to me. 'Cause the LSD.)
You're a cute guy and I like you. If you get a Team Flu shirt, make sure it's tight. You know why. Do it.
I like girls to wear boyshorts and an undershirt, more clothes for me to rip off them in the morning.