Peter’s Pitiful Plight

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Peter Jenkins told his boss to piss off after watching a Youtube video about the concept of YOLO. He’d lived life like a gutless turd long enough. His smile brimmed ear to ear as he drove home a new man, things were going to be different, so different. He stopped and got a bottle of wine and some tacos on the way to surprise his wife Megan.

Alas, when he opened his front door he was stunned to see Megan in the foyer squatting naked over his best friend Jon. Jon was lying there jerking his dick while Megan was shitting on it. Logs of various sizes were cascading out of her ass-hole onto his meaty pole.

Peter had longed to eat shit his entire life and went full YOLO for the 2nd time that day, diving head first under the shit stream, some poop hit the back of his head but he turned quick enough to catch the last of the savory turds with his mouth.

Seeing Peter’s face become a human toilet was too much for Jon to take, it made him cum so hard he had a stroke and died while his dick was jizzing.

Peter YOLO’d Jon’s cumming hog into his mouth, the hot stream of semen blasted the floodgates to his internal gayness wide open, never to be closed again.

Life after that fateful evening and the divorce that ensued was a long and hard road for poor Megan.

It took years of therapy for her to work up the courage to shit on another fag.

Hail Mary

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On a cold winters eve
Dirty Dave was haulin’ logs to the Cumberland gap

He slipped his foot off the brake and fondled the gas, working it nice and slow
Pumping the pedals was all dave had in this world.

That and barebacking truckstop whores

“Wut you want dis time mistah?”
Dave kept his driving hand on the wheel,
And eased his jerking hand into his waistband, sliding his sweatpants from around his big trucker ass straight down to the floor.

“Snarl on this hog you truckstop pig!” He said pointing

His cock was hard as stone and 14 inches on even the worst of days
Today was decent
So he may have been pushin 20
18 minimum

The nameless whore with no notable attributes got to work
She may have tried her best. We’ll never know for sure
She was Slurping, moaning, tryin to be sexy n shit.
A lesser man may have went limp

But dirty dave was no lesser man,
He knew this was his chance to really pour on the coals.
He grabbed a handful of hair and started bucking his hips,
Thrusting deep and stomping the gas with each thrust
“Fuck…yeah, bring it “
“Yeehaaaw!”
“Guh guh guh”
“Oooooooweee”

In 3 gnarly blasts of jizz, Dave topped off her innards with 6 hot quarts, right to the brim.
He closed his eyes, blubbered some tears and whispered to himself, “burn in hell you piece of shit.”

He said a quick prayer to a god he knew didn’t exist, allah of course
And jerked the wheel, sending his big rig into a real big canyon.
Ejecting his soul directly to hell

His nameless passenger most likely went to hell also
But i don’t want to make any assumptions.

That, is a dangerous game

Cum Train

Abigail_Smith_Adams_by_Gilbert_Stuart“Why, you little piece of shit,” Mother howled, “I see the devil’s plucking your strings again!”

She’d walked in on her son, who was lying atop the cot of his quarters, fiddling himself gingerly. His trousers were around his knees. The boy wavered, discarded his cock, and proceeded to whimper. “It’s na-na-nothing, Ma, honest! I’s juss checking to see it works.”

Fluid matter sluiced his face, down the crook of his quivering chin. His innards folded with dread. Mother was raging again.

She roared, “Devil spawn! Repent sinner..!” Leaning in slowly, she whispered into his ear, “…Sinner,” then hit him with closed fist to the ribs. Thud!

“Owwww! Please Ma, don’t hit me again! I repent Lord! I repent! Please!” he wailed in earnest.

She doubled over and snatched his timid pecker with a pistol grip. “That’s it, that’s a good beast. Now it’s time to extract your sins in accordance with the ancient ways.”

“Ma, please, not again! …I repent! …I repented!”

“Silence!” she hissed, tugging briskly. Upon the upstroke, in an aggressive timbre, she scolded, “Repent!” Then on the downstroke, “Scum!” Her pace quickened as she recast over and over again, seething: “Repent! Scum! Repent! You scum!”

As the demon neared, she coupled her mouth to the shaft, ready to siphon the sins. The boy sniveled. “Forgive me Lord! Forgive muh.. muh… meeeEEE!”

His pumping phallus dumped gobs of demon spore into her hungry hole. When the throbbing finally relented, she gulped greedily, lapped at the excess, then, with an open hand, struck him hard at the base of his wilting sin tube. He yelped. Tears flowed.

Then, leaving the room, she denied he was her child and vowed to send him to an orphanage. He puddled under his pillow and extruded the emotions that were ripe in his heart, begging the Lord’s forgiveness.

There was no one listening.