Do I miss little Jesse? Kind of. Not really.
Several days ago I shit him in the bathroom sink. After I shit, because he came out in a big, firm turd, I sat on the edge of the toilet, leaning against the sink, resting my chin on my folded arms, staring at the tiny little human bones embedded in it. My turd was a work of perverted sexual art. I fondled my penis which swelled, thickened and hardened with sexual excitement, wishing for a nice boy who would nurse it until I ejaculated... kind of like Jesse used to do.
Love to see the corn and nuts in your shit. Jesse used to say after I took a shit for him and he spread my legs to rim my anus, fondle my balls, and suck my dick. His dead bones in my shit looked a lot like undigested corn and nuts, and it made my penis drool precum.
Several days ago I shit him in the bathroom sink. After I shit, because he came out in a big, firm turd, I sat on the edge of the toilet, leaning against the sink, resting my chin on my folded arms, staring at the tiny little human bones embedded in it. My turd was a work of perverted sexual art. I fondled my penis which swelled, thickened and hardened with sexual excitement, wishing for a nice boy who would nurse it until I ejaculated... kind of like Jesse used to do.
Love to see the corn and nuts in your shit. Jesse used to say after I took a shit for him and he spread my legs to rim my anus, fondle my balls, and suck my dick. His dead bones in my shit looked a lot like undigested corn and nuts, and it made my penis drool precum.