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rrcanna
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Location: USA
Registered: March 2005
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I found this site quite by accident, thanks to my "friend" Sherlock. Needless to say, I was looking for something else. What a pleasant surprise. I read the story by Feangol (I think that's it) and enjoyed it. I am feeling just a bit of trepidation as I type, feeling the oddness of being a newbie when I am so not a newbie at my usual haunts.
I am a sincere older man, not looking to meet anybody, just talking.
I'll be back, and I hope you'll come visit me at http://www.opinionsoup.com and perhaps click on the message board you'll find there.
I write stories, myself.
~rrcanna
"That was as well-said as if I had said it, myself."
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rrcanna
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Location: USA
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::-) ::-) Thank you all so very much. I'm feeling very tingly to have been welcomed so warmly.
"That was as well-said as if I had said it, myself."
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LOL. Hello dude. I'm a little tired right now, as in falling over asleep tired, but have a nice stay and tell me cool stories. 
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
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marc
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Registered: March 2003
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HHHHHHHHHEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess I must have missed you yesterday...... OOPS::-)
Oh BTW.... kewel site too
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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rrcanna
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Location: USA
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I am writing a series of vignettes, which I plan to do more with. Do you want to see the outline?
"That was as well-said as if I had said it, myself."
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Wanna give me a definition of vignettes? Since I assume it's not related to the salad dressing?
Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?
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rrcanna
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Location: USA
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If you're joking, that's an old one. If you're not joking, a vignette is a sketch or a brief story, or in my case, a brief literary masterpiece. The dressing is vinaigrette
"That was as well-said as if I had said it, myself."
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rrcanna
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Location: USA
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This is just an outline - I haven't really started writing this one, yet.
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Notice: This is a work of fiction. The depicted characters are not real people, and none of the events ever occurred.
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YOU CAN HAVE ME ANYTIME:
A Lifetime Journal of Boys I Have Known and Loved
by Julian Jennings
Over several years when I was pretty young, myself, I kept a journal...a record of all the pretty boys I had met. I cautiously recorded the things we did together, as well as the things they told me they had done with others. I say “cautiously” meaning I was afraid somebody would discover my journal, and with it, my secret life outside the conservative family I was raised in; therefore, I left some things out and otherwise modified the tales. Some things I recorded in a “code” that I made up.
Recently, while cleaning out one of my father’s small storage buildings, I discovered an old trunk. In the trunk were several shoeboxes containing random articles belonging to different family members...my mother never threw anything out. One of the shoeboxes had stuff belonging to me in it, including some letters and this old journal. Did my mother read it? I doubt it; most of it was in my secret code. It’s obvious, now, that the code is very easy to decipher, but she wouldn’t have tried, because she wasn’t nosy.
Re-reading it encoded was tedious, so using my computer I translated it back into standard English and printed it out. For three days straight I read the journal and masturbated. I jerked off until my dick was red and sore and I couldn’t cum anymore. Now, I’ve decided to share its contents with all the Jerk-Off Kings (and Princes) of the world who want to read it. I’ve added some juicy parts and lies, but some things might be true.
AARON, the Mennonite motorcyclist
ALAN, the best boy in the world
When I was 16 and Alan 15, I didn’t realize that I loved him. I just thought that goodlooking boys turned me on, and Alan was goodlooking. And he lived nearby, so I saw him every day.
EDWARD, the cousin who shagged me
CHRIS, from thirteen to fifteen, the sweetest ass I ever licked
Chris was another neighborhood boy, in another town (we moved quite a few times, due to my father’s job). He loved for me to masturbate him while pressing a knuckle from my other hand against his tight butt hole. He had the sweetest, best ass of all the boys I have known, and his was the very first one I put my tongue into.
“What do you like about it, the taste?” he asked, being thirteen and knowing almost nothing about kinkiness.
“Nope. Taste has nothing to do with it, for sure,” I started to explain, but then I faltered. What DID I like about it?
CHRIS (another one), the ice-skater
DAVID, the first dick I ever sucked
GEOFFREY, my own true love
Jeff was tall and skinny and Jewish. The Jewish part was the only thing about him that could use some improving...not concerning religion...I just always wished he had a foreskin like me.
JOE, the juvenile delinquent
Joe was the only boy who was ever “pimped” to me, and I don’t mean for money or from a real pimp. George, the Cuban coke-freak who couldn’t keep his dick hard, turned me onto Joe so that I would keep on seeing him and doing coke with him. My friendship with George (Jorge) ended tragically, as you have read, but I had Joe until he was almost twenty.
Joe was baby-faced, with a young kid’s body to match, smooth and almost hairless. In fact, I persuaded him to shave his pubic hair off, and he really looked like a little boy, then. It turned me on so much that I could hardly get my dick into his ass without blowing my wad on the first thrust. I told him that if he shaved it off he would get a much bigger and blacker bush, and he went for it. Actually, I just wanted to fuck a hairless boy.
JÓRGE, the skinny Cuban coke-head
LUÍS, the Marielito orphan
PEE-WEE, the street boy
When I was a college student, I drove a cab. It didn’t take a very long time for me to recognize the teen-age boys who hung around bus stops...sitting on the benches or otherwise lounging about, waiting to be picked up, but not by any bus. That’s how I met Pee-Wee.
ROGER, the chemist
"That was as well-said as if I had said it, myself."
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Are you thinking of writing a vignette entitled "My Ego"? Sounds as if it could be a No 1 best-seller.
N
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
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My thoughts exactly...
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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This place is not for this style of vignette. We tend to go for romance.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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rrcanna
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Location: USA
Registered: March 2005
Messages: 7
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OK, take it down.
Sorry I misunderstood.
I must say that I am very impressed with your psychic abilities...being able to tell so much from so little. How do you know there was no romance?
Suitable, you say?
Suitable?
So this is just another clique. Well, it's the internet.
cya
"That was as well-said as if I had said it, myself."
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timmy
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Has no life at all |
Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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OK, now that was pretty hostile and weird.
I looked at the vignettes as you posted them. I saw nothing that recommended them to be posted here. I said so.
Clique? Well if you say so. Though you haven't used your eyes.
You're welcome to stay. You're welcome to go. So is everyone else. But you are not welcone to be hostile.
Most people, if they want the stories they write to appear on this site write to me.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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Some peoples mothers always said, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." lol
But that is beyond the point. Nigel and Marc were a little bit rude you see. That's where it got a little bit hostile. But I agree, those stories don't belong here.
Time is lifes currency, spend it well.
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
Messages: 4729
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Ego.....
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......
Lets see....... a person posts here and because he decided that there was not a response fast enough to suit him he decides to welcome himself to the board. Then furthermore he has the gaul to thank him self for welcoming himself.
That, my good sir is one bombastically over inflated self grandising ego.
Rude????????????????? I prefer to use the word.... "restrained"
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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It's well known that certain types of humour (humor - you see the spelling even makes it a different word) do not cross the Atlantic. TV execs certainly know that. Consequently people who simply do not understand the humour often class it as rude when there was no such intention. Now if you want rude… It was a slight check on the reins to someone who was creating his own world, then getting cross because no wanted to enter it. I have to agree with Marc.
Hugs
N
I dream of boys with big bulges in their trousers,
Never of girls with big bulges in their blouses.
…and look forward to meeting you in Cóito.
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