Philippe

Not from the lectures at least, but listening in the hallways one may gleam subject matter reviews that can often be turned into note study and discussion points; it’s a great ice breaker for testing peer knowledge too.

Racking the balls in the close confines where only two balls are in play is a delicate matter, as compared to grabbing the pool cue, but the objective is mainly practicing the strokes; the pull back, the power thrust, and of course, angles for the shots.

Don’t speak too soon as pocket pool is a one man/boy game…as the boy stands with book held as his handy reference manual, or shy security blanket, or just as a wet spot concealer. HARD to believe he was such a studious geek.

Ahh yes, first penetrations, so far, so good; perhaps the next family visit, since they’re already beyond kissing cousins. The tortoise and the hare is a great reference point for making it to funville.

Is worth more than…two straight guy cocks in the shower

Oh, so two other stories that interweave, yet to go. Thanks for the explanation.

Why isn’t this other story posted, And the sequence for reading?

Composting? Nah, just simple in the front door, out the back door (pun intended)….that’s the out house lifestyle. 😆 I would probably put toilet and septic tank, then simple plumbing using a gravity hydraulic water pump. 😆 But I was joking about the kitchen just inside the front door. For our cabin, we had a home built in 1963 houseboat; with a hand pump head, a well pump head for the sinks, a propane refrigerator and stove, and the lights/wiring was a 12VDC system powered by a car battery with charging from a small gas engine and an old alternator/regulator; it was a river cabin with the comforts of home. Like a studio apartment with living area bed, foldout sofa, kitchenette, and one bedroom with bunk beds for us kids. Connecting to the cloud was limited to sticking your head out into the morning river fog, the newsfeed was in the kitchen when we got back home. I can also attest that robo calls were unheard of and any calls received had better have the caller introducing themselves by full name and stating what/who they were calling for or they got hung up on.

Hey now, cream style corn is great, and a properly stripped and dried corn cob is; easy to hold, the fingers don’t pop through tears, a simple rotation gives a clean slate, and it’s recycling with many supporters; just dry them proper and avoid bugs with a good hard rap up against the wall before using, plus that lets anyone waiting in the area know you’re rapping up…literally.

Dark night trips and those during bad weather, we had the alternative honey pot; and trust me, it sure wasn’t anything sweet about it. But even as a kid 👦, dark cold nights, to sit you butt over a cutout board, with nightmares already keyed up in your nighttime mind…., yup, monsters ready to bite your butt through a cutout. The honey pot is just fine at the point, plus it was much quicker to jump back under the quilts.

So that I can use two emojis. 😆

It chokes you as the churning interrupts smooth swallowing, especially as your lover thrusts deeper?. 🤷‍♂️

Hmmm 🧐, Momus, is part of a Mom(ento)us. Maybe an event I sense on the horizon. How ironic, it almost begs of the word meaning breakdown; Mom - ento:internal (within) - us. 😆 Could it be a hint of lineage impacts that may ring true to this story? Ok, word play over… Momus is too cute in puppy innocence and energy. Perhaps sturdy chew toys should be on recurring order. Much as Momus would agree, there is much to discover with many mysteries yet to discover, yet I keep looking. Nope, not gonna piss on it yet, far from it

What kid isn’t apprehensive and self conscious of early sex, sharing your private thoughts and body with someone that may criticize or judge you as they do when choosing teams for ball or science projects. Your frame of reference is vague at best. Now you want to risk this judgment in front of a group that could make up a team itself; what could possibly turn very embarrassing and humiliating, as it won’t be forgotten by unforgiving teens. Yet there are still the teen hormones and mentality that says matching a friend, step by step, buys into mutual risks and vulnerability; I will, if you will.

So maybe just a leg?

Hey, being randomly spontaneous everyday doesn’t mean it’s scheduled or timed! If it feels right, and it feels sooo good 😊, then…DO IT! Why do even boy toddlers pull at their penis…practice; and it feels good, feels like you should, like you want to, like you have to, like that’s what it’s for. That and your arms just happen to put your hands 🙌🏿 at just the right length/position to say…go for it! 🤣 Idle hands and idle minds…means you are recharging from having just practiced physics; normal pressures exerted increases blood flow, increases friction, raises temp,…aahhhh holy smokes. Who says homework sucks? Oh yeah, next lesson…repeat lesson one without hands 🙌🏿. 😮

Pop goes the weasel! Wanking weasels is projected to become a major pastime. Shhh 🤫, Rod, you don’t won’t them knowing what we do…??? Hmmm 🤔, a loose thread, like a boy’s toy, must be pulled.

Hmmm 🤔, this will be a challenging time; not the academics necessarily, but living near Tasters, a Boy Boutique… known as college.

Smokey and the bandit?

I’d say, that’s a lot better than the traditional blowing of candles!

DM, Happy Birthday to you, A gift for you, I wish to do. Your birthday suit, is required, My birthday suit, is desired. With lips, I unwrap your gift, Our relationship, again does shift. Lay back, relax; I want this bad, I lick and suck, I hope you’re glad. Up and down, to sensitive head, Tasty, kiss me, let’s lay in bed. Anticipation shared, is our friend, I hope we agree, to do this again.

Oh no, a person that steers another away from their own natural path; or so it seems. A person that manipulates others just by nature of their selfishness, or stroking their own ego…or perhaps denying their own insecurities. Is it there a malicious intent, by this person themselves, or is there an instigator, such as mom? Strange that both young men show up soaking wet, yet the mom that took in the orphan years prior only showed care or compassion, or even acknowledging, for other than her one son. 🤯

What a pisser, one small stone or crystal I passed had my attention for about 36 hours; just from the rasping of channels that don’t tolerate such grating exits.

As long as it’s not seedless!