HEY!!!
WAIT A FREAKIN' SECOND!!
Are you of LEGAL AGE in your city, county, state or trailer park?
If you ARE -- Go ahead and scroll on down this page...
If you're UNDERAGE -- Click HERE!
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(Keep going, all you non-teenaged
people...)
And here's a spanking from me for
all you
nasty young'ns who scrolled down anyway.
(It's an animated pic - give it about 20 seconds to load
and you're in for a treat.)
OKAY THEN, you old bastards. Let's have a look at
Mondo After Dark!
John was very kind to pose for
a few butt-beautiful shots. His ass is so hot - just
like the rest of him. Just to be in his presence was an exercise in restraint.
So long, Johnny - See you in heaven, sport. I'll be the angel in dirty socks...
(To the tune of the Alfred Hitchcock theme):
"I have a friend
and his name is Matt. He likes to be very tightly wrapped.
And although heee's quite hard to pleeease, He's great fun tooo tie up and
to mummify.
One day, I know he'll
no longer call, because he's plastered up in the wall,
And some will mourn him, but not me,
Because I'll knooow he went in there happily."
(If you have a MAC with
Speech installed, you can actually get the voice called "PIPE ORGAN"
to 'sing' this.
Really! Copy & paste the slightly corrected version below, and you'll
see. DO IT!!!)
I have a friend and his name is Matt He likes
to be very tightly wrapped And although heee's quite hard to please He's
great fun to tie up and to mummify
One day I know heel no longer call because he's plastered up in the wall
And some will morn him but not me Because I'll know he went in there happily
(left)
Me, tied. Sarge's work here --
at my request.
He says he's "great with rope". Well, sure, it's inanimate.
It's the living he has trouble with.
Hmmm - Sarge - NOW can we try something?
Tell you what - no matter how much it hurts,
I promise not to say a word.
Heh heh heh...
Strange thing - my scanner simply refused to scan this one picture correctly.
Weeeeeeeeird, huh?
(below)
I have always held there
are few things more exciting than
being "forced" to do that which you already love.
(Thank you Mr. D... see
you up there for
a little white magic.)
(left)
A beautiful moment with my magnificent pal, Sal.
Damn, he liked to tan. Look at that.
We look like two different species.
I guess I've sort of given away Sal's identity, since he
is naked here and all,
but theoretically? If this guy Sal had written a book?
(One that I was in a lot?) This would be its theoretical web site:
(right)
To My Crazy, Beloved T.H.,
who will cry no matter what I put here:
Like I told ya:
I'll be waiting
for you in Heaven --
with a belt in my hand.
'Cause if there's no
spanking in heaven?
They're gonna have to
change the name.
Go
and try to figure out guys...
Joi (pronounced Joey) was the tuffest,
hottest little stud cutlet you'd ever wanna run into. When I met him, he
was involved with this overly romantic Latino kid who wanted nothing more
than to get Joi into a monogamous lockdown sham of a "marriage".
Joi was having none of it -- he was being smothered, he said. He needed
his freedom.
If he wanted to get married, he'd be straight.
A week later, he dumped the guy
for me. It was sizzling. We had
amazing chemistry in the bedroom. We had all kinds of adventures.
We had a 3-way with a Falcon model. Woohoo!
So what went wrong? Turns out -
Joi secretly wanted a monogamous lockdown
sham of a "marriage". Hey, if I wanted to get married, I'd be
straight...
I bear him no ill will. I loved him and still do. Hope he's happy.
Couple more pics of Matt - just 'cause, the nasty little FuckHole.
Yes, I did have a St. Andrew's cross (the "x"-shaped kind) in my bedroom, and plastic wrap/duct taping a guy to it used to be one of my favorite pasttimes.
This particular one - welll, I just can't remember his name, dammit. But I remember these two things: he was speech/hearing impaired, and he made the most intense wailing sounds when the whip came down too hard.
Wait - make that three things: Before we started, he was going through my "arsenal"
of sex toys. He picked one up and asked what it was. "That's a gag.
I love gags, I made that one myself..." He looked at it and then at
me, and then he shrugged -- and chucked it over his shoulder like, "Next!"
And then -- duhhh -- I got the joke, too, and we laughed like idiots
for the rest of the night.
TO MOVE ON TO PART 2 OF
THE
XXX PICS, (and who wouldn't want
to, these days)
CLICK HERE:
http://www.geocities.com/lthrmnsf/xxx2.html
Hmmm...oh,
well, til I get old enough,.. 
Take
me back HOME, dammit.
