Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 11:10:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Tim Stillman <novemberhourglass@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boyfuckland

				Boyfuckland
				    By
				   Jason

(his title, creation, his conception, his enthusiasm--I'm just putting it
together--Tim--the flaws are all mine)

Back in Minnesota, it was a blizardy February, and cold winds, how they
blew, but it was blue skies and bluer ocean here in Boyfuckland, and summer
touched the bones, disallowed clothing to be worn, no matter how hard the
boys tried, but then realizing they were too hard to keep trying, so they
got down to the boners of the thing on the beach of gold sand, under a sky
of forever June cloudy white, with boys wherever the eye could see, the
hand could touch, the mouth could kiss, the penis could find happiness, the
ass could be fucked, for when the plane touches down to ground at
Boyfuckland, the little boys do not put leis around your necks, they just
simply lay you instead.

All those pink shiny cute as a button butt holes as the naked boys kneel on
all fours away from the passengers as they depart, their clothing vanishing
magically never to be seen or even thought of again. For there is Alex and
Serge and Uriah and Nat and Mark and Zack and Cody, and other boys even
more beautiful arranged under the sky now rain bowed in miracle, and if one
wanted to fuck, say, Alex, with cute little baby fat and baby teeth still a
part of him, one had only to direct a throbbing cock into his asshole and
feel the giggly wooly worm of by as you pressed his back to your front and
held him round his tiny waist and ran your hand over his bubble butt and
his soft skin and he came back into you, as you reach round and rub his
pink hard and caress his chestnut balls in miniature, for when you come in
him, or in any of the boys here in the greatest place in the world, he and
they are re-virginized so you or someone else can do them all over again.

The trade winds blow here as the lucky guests blow all the boys and that
will take some time for they are a vast canape, but time here is not a
luxury, it is a given, you can take as long as you want, for here time,
like the always hard Woody boys, is your friend, as you watch Nat blowing
David or Uriah taking it up the ass from Cody, who is being sucked on at
the same time by Uriah, and thus you explode jism five shots into Alex's
baby butt as Alex screams as you immediately turn him over and paint his
face with cum like a sexual Da Vinci masterpiece, then emptying the rest of
your cum in his cute, innocent mouth, as he gets his favorite drink, milk,
of a whole new variety and who will he be milking with his virgin ass next?
You again? Or try David with his slender body and naked save for necessary
glasses as you say take it up the asshole now, take me all the way in, I
want to feel all of you inside, and I want the cum to never leave your ass
ever as then another boy who looks even more beautiful will shove it in the
mouth of say Serge and he will gag with spittle as he chows down for a very
hungry boy boy meal. Where sex is sustenance and you can fuck and suck or
be fucked or be sucked night and day, and never grow tired, where pubic
hair is not the norm and hair of head can be any color any length you want,
where the decades meet and everything is quite real, where boys run in
sweet abandon, and pop in your mouth when you least expect it.

And boys far as the eye can see in the country of sexuality, when you can
massage a lovely boy's back and hips and thrust your cock round their
nipples making them berry hard, and love is the answer wherever you turn,
for this is a vast boy community, where you don't have to explain or turn
away, and if you do turn away for a moment embarrassed, a young hand will
touch your shoulder and a reedy voice will say, please stay and he will run
to your arms and hold you so tightly, naked against naked and you will kiss
each other and cock duel and make love in the sylvan sand with the waves of
blue breakers serene and warm, come kiss the warm salt water and make love
there too if you please, like merboys, and test the hands of young and the
penis just growing hard pink and orange as coral is, as you run to a dream
a dreambar of boy and summer in his loins can't wait for your mouth to
taste, as cumming the order of the day, and cumming in boy asses feminine
as they look, and holding their penises in your flower cupped hand, this
never winding down, this boy clock of cocks and arms slender and legs free
of hair and salty boy tasting of baked brown bread as pale or as dark as
you wish the boy to be.

None of the boys here have ever had sex, after they've had it with you, for
you have to teach them fondly again how to do it, no matter how many times
they have done it before, as they hold their teddy bears and stuffed lions
in their arm and hold you with their other arm free, and kissing them is
like the taste of strawberries and all your glad eyes can see is such
nakedness that it profounds the heart as you and oh say Uriah double fuck
Cody's ass hole as one and massage your two cocks to hard as can be,
licking each other's for lubrication, then inside Cody's perfect globed
warm sun tunnel of lust butt you and Uriah start pushing your penises side
by side, in glad and lustful surge and Cody naked being sucked by Mark or
Teddy or Paul and not knowing if he is coming or going about to get spermed
up his ever virgin ass, his long blonde hair matted, his head and body
shaking from side to side, his golden skin all turned to sexuality as Mark
sucks Cody's penis and he is in pain of lust and bucking his tight coveted
ass back into the double penis fuck, and fucking his mouth on another boy's
small hard rocked penis, and his body for any permutation, for any kind of
sexual gymnastics are possible here, and the coming with Uriah and the
coming in Cody's mouth, as Cody shoots off in Mark's mouth and then all
fall on all together and get up to plan the next sexual magic.

When night comes, the boys all glow like fireflies, they are their own
lights, their own worlds, their own immortality, and those old enough to
cum and those too young as well find sex a slipping into boys' butts and
mouths as heaven would need to and seem always to be. As Jason comes along
strolling by the shore, having polished off sexually fifteen boys or more
today, Woody still hard and there is Uriah beside him, touching Jason's hip
and curling arms round him as they lay down in the sand and begin again
what is life's finest commingling and reason to be. So the boys of
Boyfuckland invite you to fly to here, for this is home, it's up to you to
find it, to see the boys kneeling on all fours to be fucked or to want you
more than anything in the world to sit by their chests and come in their
mouths, for someone is always home and always ready to say hello, and if
you can find it, it's waiting for you, for the boys of Boyfuckland have all
the time in the world for you and are quite simply waiting for you

Right
This
Second
All you have to do is to:
Believe and then you will
See.