Date: Sat, 04 May 2024 21:17:00 +0000 From: Crate Appleby Subject: Project: Asswork - A Diary Of Sorts Project Asswork: A Diary of Sorts By Rusty Bollocks M/b, M/g, parody If you want to leave me feedback or buy me medicine I clearly need, you can contact me at the following email address: crateappleby@protonmail.com If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty then please think about making a donation: https://donate.nifty.org It would be really cool if someone donated after reading this. May 16th - I plowed the boy like I was cos-playing 18th century farmer Jethro Tull and the boy beneath me; my willing fleshy field. May 17th - I stared at her youthful face. Eyes, nose, mouth, even her forehead were exactly where they should be. May 18th - I kneaded the boy's two plump cheeks like like I was making artisnal bread. Someone pass the butter. May 19th - On my knees, my bobbin' cock in his mouth, I held on to his feet like handlebars, bent knees and bare ass on display. Steppenwolf's `Born To Be Wild' blasted on the stereo. I twisted his right foot and Devon made a `vroom, vroom' sound. We both ended up in Pound Town on an empty tank. May 20th - I worked on just the head, running my tongue over Byron's rounded, beautiful extremity. I started taking into my mouth but bottomed out at his eyebrows. May 21st - Sucking on her toes I realized, if you didn't think about it too much, toes are really just tiny fingers. May 23rd - Taking his forearm in my hands I nibbled on his flesh like I was eating a cob of corn. Shiny saliva winding around his arm like a snail trail. May 24th - Past the point of any return, I started shooting into the boys mouth like Al Capone at the St. Valentines Day Massacre. May 25th - My hands slid up and down over her back, running my thumbs along the grooves beside Peyton's spine. I grabbed two slices of bacon and gingerly placed them on either side of her trapezius muscles. They sizzled on first contact, the scent of girl bacon languishingly filling the room. May 26th - I placed my hands on either side of his beautiful face, my palms covering his ears, his hair tickling my fingers. I said, "You are truly a sight." He said, "What? I can't hear you", his voice ringing like a choir of angels. I released my ejaculate in my pants. May 27th - I pounded his ass like it owed me twenty bucks. I was not giving change. May 29th - Pulse after pulse, pump after pump, I filled up his mouth like a water bucket at the well. June 1st - My index finger toyed with his navel as he giggled. His hands tried to keep mine from his bellybutton, legs kicking and body writhing. Somehow I untied it and Trevor went flying around the room like a deflating balloon. He ended up as a small ball of skin falling back onto the bed. Took me an hour to re-inflate him. You know how. June 2nd - "Mat mickles", I mumbled as Ryan's toes moved about, tickling the entrance to my stomach, his bulging calve and half his leg lodged in my esophagus. June 3rd - His hair smelled like cotton candy. It WAS cotton candy. Ricky should not have stuck his head in the cotton candy machine. Took me an hour to lick it all off. June 4th - Laura opened her robe and revealed herself to me, tanned areolas rising, puffy with promise. She raised her hands and pressed into each nipple with an extended index finger, "Ahhoooogahh" she exclaimed. June 5th - "As I pummeled her like an otter using a stone to open an oyster Brittney moaned out "Call me daddy." Breathlessly I uttered, "That'd be weird, I'm your uncle." June 6th - Allison watched as I used her tennis shoe, abusing it, my turgid cock sliding in and out of the foot hole like repeatedly inserting a credit card into the slot because the machine won't take it. Oh, it took it alright. June 7th - I came so hard my appendix landed on his belly with an audible plop. June 8th - Staring down at her, the image of fucking a midget came to my mind. Wait, that's not right, I mean fucking a little person. Well, she WAS a little person. You know what I mean. June 9th - I lavished her budding nipple. My lips created suction as I brought her whole areola into my puckered mouth. It suddenly inflated, filling the cavity with a balloon of breast. "That ain't right" I thought. June 10th - As I tapped out the rhythm on his ass, bent over Nolan started singing Day-O The Banana Boat Song. A steel rod appeared in my pants out of nowhere. I still have no idea how it got there. June 12th - We watched Barbie together, her reclining back with her arms raised over her head, both her armpits making perfect cups for popcorn in one and soda in the other. We both drank from the same bendywindy purple straw. Our fingers became slick with artificial butter flavoring. June 13th - The boy tugged on my penis like he wanted to take it in the next room and have a few words with it in private. June 14th - I studied the boy's ear. Up close it really does look like the ridges on a Ferengi. I tried my best but I couldn't get it in there, just mushed the tip a bit is all. June 15th - Bank rejected loan for my Almost Legal magazine idea. June 16th - Recipe for Cock n' Foot sandwich; Two boy or girl feet, one cock (erect), mayo and mustard. Apply condiments to bare soles and assemble each foot on either side of cock. Hold with two hands next time because it was messy. June 17th - The bank rejected my loan application for my kids bicycle shop, The Pedalphile. June 18th - I sucked on his toes like they were Skittles. Did not eat them, that's cannibal territory and Seth needs them to walk properly. June 19th - Between his splayed legs I watched as his saggy scrotum drew up tight, his testes now packed in a compact ball, wrinkles creating valleys, the ascending weld of his scrotal raphe carried down his perineum, now darker in color. Fucking thing can't make up it's mind. Pick one, droopy or egg form, you're confusing everybody. June 20th - "Is that a banana in your pants or are you happy to see me?" Sixth grader Vicky coyly said, finger on her lower lip. "Both. Banana is for lunch, I'm pre-diabetic so I have to snack throughout the day. My penis is also in there." The words came out as smoothly as butter over lobster. Then we did it. --- Rusty here, tell me, isn't that worth a two dollar donation? https://donate.nifty.org