pkphuoko is muted now

[smurfing]

[Elvis The Fat Years]

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[smurfing]

Just saw the Bloc Party concert last night (it was awesome) and was inspired to make this post. I love British bands like Blur, Oasis, and of course, Bloc Party. If you love these bands too, let's talk! As you could guess, I'm an English student, am easy going and friendly, and I'd love to hear from you.

[smurfing]

Just moved to Houston and haven't met too many people yet. I love bands like Modest Mouse, The Shins, The Arcade Fire, and would love to meet and talk to anyone else with similar interests. Would like to be friends at first, but we'll see where it goes.Are you lonely too? Marry me! I am serious!

I am old. I have no money and never did, but I am college educated. I am not handsome, but I am average or below, but kind and honest always.

I am not American. I am not white or black. I grew up in Texas. My English is not perfect either, but it is the only language that I know well.

I do not drink. I do not smoke, and I rarely eat meat either. I do not know how to cook either, so I mostly eat rice and Campbell soups.

Religion: Does not matter. But Please at least believe in ONE God. I

If you are seeking a man that will always love you, respect you, and be kind to you, then write. If you are seeking something other, I have nothing else to offer.

I have no photo to send but please try to send yours.
This Charming Man

[Elvis The Fat Years]

haha ok i thought this would be an entertainin "coming out" story. So I was already out to my good friends my senior year of highschool, but it was not publically known, and I had surely not come out to my sister (on of my biggest role models) or either of my parents yet. And they told me afterwards, that they had NO idea..so this came as a total shock to them haha.

SO anyways..At my highschool, every senior is required to give a "senior speech" in which the person has 2 pages double-spaced and a maximum of 7 minutes to say something to the ENTIRE school. What better time to come out, right? Especially since of course my entire family was there to cheer me on!

Basically there were three people who inspired me to do this: 1) my then-boyfriend who was 9000% closeted, 2) my lesbian Japanese teacher, whom I respected thru the roof, and my best friend, who was the only male who knew i was gay and unconditionally respected and loved me regardless.

anyways, here is the speech I presented to the student body, faculty, and my parents:

"This is it. My one opportunity to address the entire community, that I’ve been a part of for the last 3 years. If there’s one thing that I want to talk about during the few minutes in which the entire school’s attention is on me, it is the fact that I am gay and I don’t want you to care. This isn’t a “coming out” speech because I’m not closeted, nor is this a speech to exclaim the pride I have for being homosexual. And this is where my main point comes into play: I consider the fact that I’m gay to be a minor detail about myself, with just as much (or little) significance as the fact that I have blue eyes, or brown hair, or that I really like food. Now consider this: if everybody regarded sexual orientation as such an insignificant defining factor, I can say with confidence that many of the taboos surrounding homosexuality would be nonexistent. This seems like a simple solution for stomping out homophobia once and for all, but sadly it doesn’t work out that easily.
The fact is that from the early days of our childhoods, generic morals of right and wrong are engrained into us. Even once we mature to an age where we begin to form our own opinions, that implanted conscience will consistently make an appearance in our day-to-day lives. More times than I can count I’ve heard someone exclaim, “That’s so gay!” And then they instantly realize that they might have offended somebody. They then proceed to try and explain their slip-up by saying, “Oh! I didn’t mean gay as in homosexual, I meant gay as in lame.” Oh! Well in that case…wait, I find this explanation to be a bit peculiar considering that nowhere in the dictionary is the word ‘gay’ listed as meaning lame, bad, or anything negative for that matter. Of course, everybody knows this, so why is it that people continue to accidentally say such things? The answer I can give you is that it isn’t necessarily an individual’s fault. This is because our generation and the generations preceding ours have all fallen victim to this unavoidable imprinting of generic morals.
In 6th grade, before I had any grasp on the concept of sexual orientation, I was already being told that certain things I did were wrong by very influential figures such as my teachers. One such incident was at the end of my 6th grade year when we had a substitute teacher. I was dancing on the tables screaming the lyrics to Britney Spears (don’t ask) and I guess I had pushed the substitute to her limits, because she suddenly bellowed, “Get down and stop acting so flamboyant! Save that dancing for the gay parade where I don’t have to see it!” I instantly got down and sat silently for the rest of class wondering why the substitute had seemed angrier that I was being flamboyant than the fact that I was disrupting class. This is one of countless episodes in which I was taught that there was something unacceptable about me. Only when I grew older and came to terms with myself did I realize that just because I’ve been told that gay is bad, doesn’t mean that I have to agree.
And so this leads me back to my wish that we could think nothing of homosexuality. I wish that we could merely consider the notion of being gay to be another normal detail that is no more controversial than any other trait that one possesses. But because our society has not yet reached this point of understanding, I will leave you all with this. I want you all to realize just how much courage I’ve had to gather to come up here in front of 400 pairs of judging eyes. I’ve been bold enough to leave myself completely vulnerable to all of you, so I present you with this challenge. I dare each and every one of you to match my courage by taking the more difficult path. Instead of falling back on to the easiness of accepting what you’re told, realize that what is right, is what you decide to be right, regardless of whether your morals go in accordance with those of everyone else. Only when we approach each other with open minds will we stop passing such harsh judgment, and finally we will be able to stop making such a big deal about the concept of homosexuality. Hopefully, when we all achieve this level of acceptance, it will become apparent to everybody just how insignificant one’s sexual orientation is in the big picture."


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so ya! it was pretty fuckin epic and awesome!

as of now I'm enjoying my summer after senior year, and my family is totally accepting of it, i still have some great friends, made some new ones, and life is great. Not such a difficult coming out story right? Well it was hard as HELL to work up the courage to walk up and give that speech infront of my school, and it was almost comical that i knew my parents were finding out while sitting in front of my entire school..but besides all that, i couldnt have asked for a more smooth coming out.

just thought id share my speech and my story

[Nimrod's Son]

Her long slender fingers delicately hold its length and girth in her hands. She marvels at the smooth texture of its skin that lies taut over its rigid flesh. How the heft of this large specimen feels unbelievable in her hands as she firmly closes her grip around it. She sensually wets her painted lips while holding it high. Studying nature's beautiful handiwork in anticipation of how it will taste when she's finished. Others have come and gone but this one looks especially inviting as she sets it down and begins.....

"First you will slice your yellow squash into ½ inch pieces." Giada exclaims.

Her breasts swaying erotically as her arm moves the knife back and forth through the unyielding vegetable. Her fingers firmly gripping the phallic shape its obscene length protruding from each end of her hand.

She adds the slices to the hot pan containing the simmering oil and spattering garlic. Vegetable juices clinging to her fingers as she reaches for a spoon to stir with. She shakes the pan again causing her body to gyrate along, her breasts undulating as if she is braless. Their nipples begin to react to the ensuing friction as her silk blouse run over them back and forth with each flip of the pan's cooking contents. Her eyes widen as the delicious concoction flips up high and back down and then another. Is she reacting to the food or to the tiny jolts of ecstasy shooting through her breasts.

She places the pan back on the burner and smells the aroma, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and moaning long and deep in an almost orgasmic tone. It's as if the food is making love to her through her olfactory senses, without touching her, filling her head with erotic sensations and sending them throughout her body.

She assembles some other accompaniments to her meal spreading out the soft, bright greenery to dress up her presentation on her serving platter.

She moves back to the stove as she turns revealing a perfect profile and we are treated to her excited breasts fully displaying distended nipples screaming for release. You'd swear she twitched as she reaches for a spoon brushing one of them against a container, so stiff it catches the lip and momentarily lifts it up.

She leans over the pot of steaming pasta plucking a long, wet noodle from inside. She holds it loosely draped over her fingertips.

Her eyes widen with excitement as she hunches forward and says "Let's see if the pasta is ready yet."

Her warm, wet, pink tongue pushes through her closed lips and moistens them as she readies herself to blow on the hot noodle. Her soft, painted lips purse together into an erotic "O" as she expels the cool air and then lifts the noodle above her head. She slowly tilts back her head like a model at a photo shoot, opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

Her tongue is long and thin almost disproportionate to her tiny mouth. It is formed in a "U" shape ready to catch whatever will be laid upon it. Her eyes close seductively in anticipation of the ensuing food.

The noodle is dropped from her hand and she quickly brings her head back down as it swings wildly landing against her face clinging to her chin, jaw and cheek. A childlike smile beams from her lips as she holds them tightly to contain the noodle and she giggles at her momentary embarrassment. Her cheeks quickly sink inward as she sucks quickly to pull this tiny lengthy noodle into her mouth as it dislodges itself from her soft glowing skin. Her lips are so inviting as the slippery pasta slides between them as it's sucked inside with a quick, squiggling end.

Pasta, being naturally starchy, leaves behind a deposit of the white substance on her puffy red lips. Enough that we are treated to the contrast of an off white wet color against her street slut red lips in a XXX fantasy if you think hard enough.

Giada giggles in an arousing little girlish manner that just melts a man's soul noticing her full breasts jiggle along. Such a deep plunging neckline she is wearing to reveal as much skin as possible making it very hard to concentrate on anything that the woman is doing.

"The pasta is done!" she proudly announces mixing all ingredients together.

Leaning forward to plate her delicious recipe the camera again catches her plunging neckline and inflamed nipples as the heat from the steam wafts up against them. Does she feel it? I think so as she again closes her eyes as if tiptoeing on the fringe of sexual delight from the smells beneath her.

It is time to bring on the dessert. Brandied pears and whipped cream.

A glass of the strong aged brandy is poured for the cook to sample as she makes her delight. A strong gulp is taken and she shudders as the alcohol burns her throat and travels warmly down her throat into her stomach. Again the closed eyes accompanied by a deeper moan of culinary satisfaction.

Her glass is refilled off camera as she continues preparing the fruit. Giada explains how to choose a ripe fruit taking a bite of one of the pears to show us its perfection. Her lips are pushed apart as she bites down and she is met with a flood of sweet juice. She hurriedly sucks as much liquid into her mouth as possible but it is too much and a large amount travels down her chin dripping off onto her breasts and cleavage. She giggles as she wipes her chin with her hand showing her manicured nails painted brightly to match her lips. So sensual...

"Boy, I've really made a mess." giggles Giada as she picks up a towel and slowly and deliberately dabs at the wet droplets on her breasts. She tilts her head back slightly seductively exposing her throat to wipe the remaining juice.

Slightly embarrassed she takes a drink of her brandy to recompose herself. Soulfully enjoying the aged beverage she reaches for the heavy cream in preparation of whipping it and pours it into a bowl with sugar. She is quick to point out how really good heavy cream is full of butter fat and clings to the sides of the container as gravity slowly pulls it to the bottom.

Another quick drink of brandy and she begins to beat the cream using a hand whisk as apposed to an electric mixer. Her breasts now bouncing freely as she fervently works the stiff wire through the thick cream filling it with air. She occasionally closes her eyes either from the feeling of the alcohol taking its effect or from the excitement that must be surging through her body as her nipples are mercilessly worked over by the nonstop friction of the silk material of her blouse.

Beads of sweat form on her forehead and upper lip as her body temperature rises and the cream stiffens. Her pelvis begins rubbing against the counter unseen by the camera's eye but definitely compounding her delightful sensations. The whisk continues furiously, her tits moving in rhythm to her arm, her nipples hard, red and swollen and her pelvis grinding into the protruding door handle of the counter.

The door handle is just the correct height to work itself against her mons and ultimately pressing against her clitoris. Her description of the thick, stiffening cream becomes breathy as she quickly works the whisk. She lifts the bowl from the counter and clutches it to her chest as the chilled glass comes in contact with one of her breasts. Her eyes flutter at the contrast in temperatures. She keeps her pelvis constantly in contact with the backside of the counter and door handle demurely grinding her engorged clit against it slowly moving her hips working the folds of her pussy against her silk panties. They were saturated with her cream and about to form a damp spot on the crotch of her slacks.

The camera crew suspects something funny is happening but is intrigued as well and continues to shoot.

Giada is so close to cumming that she forgets where she is and lets the alcohol take over and the need to climax bringing an end to the erotic torture her nipples have taken through this entire taping. With one last flurry of whisking moves the culmination of stimulations builds and combines into one point of rapture as Giada pronounces,

" the ...cream..is..almost...there. Yes..it is so thick...and sweet. Mmmmm...it is...go..ing..to..be ...good." And with that her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she bit her bottom lip and squeezed the bowl tight as a security blanket, pressing her tits firmly.

She fought back a squeal as she held on and tried to control her muscles from convulsing as she climaxed. Trying to think of a way to draw attention away from her physical reactions she placed the bowl quickly to the counter top and dipped her finger into the stiff, thick, white cream. With her eyes closed and head slightly tilted back she plunged her coated finger into her mouth, sucking on it like a makeshift cock. Her tongue swirled around it inside her mouth as her lips clamped onto its shaft. Cream clinging to her slutty red lips truly comparable to the aftermath of a money $hot from a sleazy porn video. She moaned as if savoring the sweet taste when she was really expelling her delight from the cheerful little orgasm that was now filling her panties full of another kind of cream.

Pure, sweet pussy cream..... Also one of nature's delights.

That's a wrap! Chao.

[Elvis The Fat Years]

First off let me introduce myself. I'm a 24 year old male, going on 25 who hasn't come out yet. I've never had any sexual relations with another man and I know of absolutely not one person in my life that's gay. Therefore I have no friends or family to fall back on should I ever come out as being gay.

I come from a very conservative background. Most of my family doesn't support the gay lifestyle, and I probably wouldn't either if I wasn't what I think I am. I know I've only been interested in guys my whole life, I have no inclination whatsoever towards women. At the same time, I exhibit no 'outward' signs whatsoever of being gay... so the whole "maybe they already know" angle doesn't apply to me. Trust me, they definitely do not know.



I've actually been contemplating suicide as of late... both in order to avoid destroying my family/devastating my mother, and as a means to escape having to forgo a traditional family in order to opt for a male husband.

I have no clue what to do, and I'm at a loss. I don't see a future for me living some gay lifestyle. It's almost like I'm practically caught between two worlds. I can't be a part of the straight world, but I don't identify in any way whatsoever with the gay one. It's pathetic.


I've been reading through some of the 'coming out' stories on this board, and I think that's great and all. I'm glad that so many people are happy being gay. It doesn't work for me though.

I wouldn't seriously want to kill myself at this point in my life, but who knows... I may eventually go through with it one day. I don't plan on living this repressed closet-case kind of life till I get old and gray; it's already seriously interfered with my life at this point. I never asked for this so I might as well take things into my own hands.

[Karl Connor]

the heft of this large specimen feels unbelievable

[yo soy el mejor]

i said tha arlrady

[Nimrod's Son]

His long slender fingers delicately hold its length and girth in his hands. He marvels at the smooth texture of its skin that lies taut over its rigid flesh. How the heft of this large specimen feels unbelievable in his hands as he firmly closes his grip around it. He sensually wets his painted lips while holding it high. Studying nature's beautiful handiwork in anticipation of how it will taste when he's finihed. Others have come and gone but this one looks especially inviting as he sets it down and begins.....

"First you will slice your yellow squash into ½ inch pieces." Mario Batali exclaims.

His breasts swaying erotically as his arm moves the knife back and forth through the unyielding vegetable. His fingers firmly gripping the phallic shape its obscene length protruding from each end of his hand.

He adds the slices to the hot pan containing the simmering oil and spattering garlic. Vegetable juices clinging to his fingers as he reaches for a spoon to stir with. He shakes the pan again causing his body to gyrate along, his breasts undulating as if he is braless. Their nipples begin to react to the ensuing friction as his silk blouse run over them back and forth with each flip of the pan's cooking contents. His eyes widen as the delicious concoction flips up high and back down and then anothis. Is he reacting to the food or to the tiny jolts of ecstasy shooting through his breasts.

He places the pan back on the burner and smells the aroma, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and moaning long and deep in an almost orgasmic tone. It's as if the food is making love to his through his olfactory senses, without touching his, filling his head with erotic sensations and sending them throughout his body.

He assembles some othis accompaniments to his meal spreading out the soft, bright greenery to dress up his presentation on his serving platter.

He moves back to the stove as he turns revealing a perfect profile and we are treated to his excited breasts fully displaying distended nipples screaming for release. You'd swear he twitched as he reaches for a spoon brushing one of them against a container, so stiff it catches the lip and momentarily lifts it up.

He leans over the pot of steaming pasta plucking a long, wet noodle from inside. He holds it loosely draped over his fingertips.

His eyes widen with excitement as he hunches forward and says "Let's see if the pasta is ready yet."

His warm, wet, pink tongue puhes through his closed lips and moistens them as he readies hisself to blow on the hot noodle. His soft, painted lips purse togethis into an erotic "O" as he expels the cool air and then lifts the noodle above his head. He slowly tilts back his head like a model at a photo shoot, opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

His tongue is long and thin almost disproportionate to his tiny mouth. It is formed in a "U" shape ready to catch whatever will be laid upon it. His eyes close seductively in anticipation of the ensuing food.

The noodle is dropped from his hand and he quickly brings his head back down as it swings wildly landing against his face clinging to his chin, jaw and cheek. A childlike smile beams from his lips as he holds them tightly to contain the noodle and he giggles at his momentary embarrassment. His cheeks quickly sink inward as he sucks quickly to pull this tiny lengthy noodle into his mouth as it dislodges itself from his soft glowing skin. His lips are so inviting as the slippery pasta slides between them as it's sucked inside with a quick, squiggling end.

Pasta, being naturally starchy, leaves behind a deposit of the white substance on his puffy red lips. Enough that we are treated to the contrast of an off white wet color against his street slut red lips in a XXX fantasy if you think hard enough.

Mario giggles in an arousing little girlish manner that just melts a man's soul noticing his full breasts jiggle along. Such a deep plunging neckline he is wearing to reveal as much skin as possible making it very hard to concentrate on anything that the man is doing.

"The pasta is done!" he proudly announces mixing all ingredients togethis.

Leaning forward to plate his delicious recipe the camera again catches his plunging neckline and inflamed nipples as the heat from the steam wafts up against them. Does he feel it? I think so as he again closes his eyes as if tiptoeing on the fringe of sexual delight from the smells beneath his.

It is time to bring on the dessert. Brandied pears and whipped cream.

A glass of the strong aged brandy is poured for the cook to sample as he makes his delight. A strong gulp is taken and he shudders as the alcohol burns his throat and travels warmly down his throat into his stomach. Again the closed eyes accompanied by a deeper moan of culinary satisfaction.

His glass is refilled off camera as he continues preparing the fruit. Mario explains how to choose a ripe fruit taking a bite of one of the pears to show us its perfection. His lips are puhed apart as he bites down and he is met with a flood of sweet juice. He hurriedly sucks as much liquid into his mouth as possible but it is too much and a large amount travels down his chin dripping off onto his breasts and cleavage. He giggles as he wipes his chin with his hand showing his manicured nails painted brightly to match his lips. So sensual...

"Boy, I've really made a mess." giggles Mario as he picks up a towel and slowly and deliberately dabs at the wet droplets on his breasts. He tilts his head back slightly seductively exposing his throat to wipe the remaining juice.

Slightly embarrassed he takes a drink of his brandy to recompose hisself. Soulfully enjoying the aged beverage he reaches for the heavy cream in preparation of whipping it and pours it into a bowl with sugar. He is quick to point out how really good heavy cream is full of butter fat and clings to the sides of the container as gravity slowly pulls it to the bottom.

Anothis quick drink of brandy and he begins to beat the cream using a hand whisk as apposed to an electric mixer. His breasts now bouncing freely as he fervently works the stiff wire through the thick cream filling it with air. He occasionally closes his eyes either from the feeling of the alcohol taking its effect or from the excitement that must be surging through his body as his nipples are mercilessly worked over by the nonstop friction of the silk material of his blouse.

Beads of sweat form on his forehead and upper lip as his body temperature rises and the cream stiffens. His pelvis begins rubbing against the counter unseen by the camera's eye but definitely compounding his delightful sensations. The whisk continues furiously, his tits moving in rhythm to his arm, his nipples hard, red and swollen and his pelvis grinding into the protruding door handle of the counter.

The door handle is just the correct height to work itself against his mons and ultimately pressing against his clitoris. His description of the thick, stiffening cream becomes breathy as he quickly works the whisk. He lifts the bowl from the counter and clutches it to his chest as the chilled glass comes in contact with one of his breasts. His eyes flutter at the contrast in temperatures. He keeps his pelvis constantly in contact with the backside of the counter and door handle demurely grinding his engorged clit against it slowly moving his hips working the folds of his pussy against his silk panties. They were saturated with his cream and about to form a damp spot on the crotch of his slacks.

The camera crew suspects something funny is happening but is intrigued as well and continues to shoot.

Mario is so close to cumming that he forgets whise he is and lets the alcohol take over and the need to climax bringing an end to the erotic torture his nipples have taken through this entire taping. With one last flurry of whisking moves the culmination of stimulations builds and combines into one point of rapture as Mario pronounces,

" the ...cream..is..almost...thise. Yes..it is so thick...and sweet. Mmmmm...it is...go..ing..to..be ...good." And with that his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he bit his bottom lip and squeezed the bowl tight as a security blanket, pressing his tits firmly.

He fought back a squeal as he held on and tried to control his muscles from convulsing as he climaxed. Trying to think of a way to draw attention away from his physical reactions he placed the bowl quickly to the counter top and dipped his finger into the stiff, thick, white cream. With his eyes closed and head slightly tilted back he plunged his coated finger into his mouth, sucking on it like a makeshift cock. His tongue swirled around it inside his mouth as his lips clamped onto its shaft. Cream clinging to his slutty red lips truly comparable to the aftermath of a money $hot from a sleazy porn video. He moaned as if savoring the sweet taste when he was really expelling his delight from the cheerful little orgasm that was now filling his panties full of anothis kind of cream.

Pure, sweet pussy cream..... Also one of nature's delights.

That's a wrap! Chao.

[Karl Connor]

the internet even creeps me out

[Fellatio Mask!]

evern raper kidnappists can be crteepd out by the internet

[Nimrod's Son]

spelling everything wrong is a forced meme

[Karl Connor]

whats up with only using your alias. are u at liberty to say?

[Fellatio Mask!]

Originally Posted by Nimrod's Son

spelling everything wrong is a forced meme

its not forced

[JokeyLoki]

Originally Posted by Elvis The Fat Years

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This is awesome