thefilth

Seems like the older I get, the more/better/hotter sex I'm having.
If you want a Daddy - and a perv Daddy who's into sick n twisted,
filthy n stinking TOILET sex - or if you're a Daddy who wants to chat
about training sons to be good lil shit-eating cunts, I'm your man.
I don't need to pump myself up at gym because I don't feel small.
I like myself. Warts and all. I can be good, bad and ugly. (Being ugly
is, surprisingly, fun. I don't HAVE to be "nice"
(thank god). I can be nasty if it turns us on. I like kissing and being
soft and sweet with a guy just before I spit on his face (don't you dare
wipe it off) or flood his mouth with piss. I like fingering my shithole
before I pick my nose. Or your shithole, your nose.
I like my life.
I like that I've been through shit and gotten stronger (thank you,
Nietzsche).
Boys gravitate to confident strong men and you can't fake confidence
or strength (male impersonators please note).
I don't HAVE to be a top. If a boy has the balls to turn the tables
and wipe his cute arse on Dad's face, hey, son, take a look: a stiff cock never lies.
It takes balls to go 'into the woods' - that dark space most people spend their lives
avoiding. It takes balls to meet the sadistic Nazi or the pig who
licks toiletbowls and recognise that he is you, "the stranger in yourself"
(thank you, Billy Joel). There are no monsters. Just
fucked up people. But there are giants - thank you, Sigmund Freud. Thank you,
Stephen Sondheim. And a big thank you to all those hot, barely legal boys
whose pants slip down their hips, showing off their mouth-watering, precum-
leaking, drool-enducing BUTT CRACKS.
BUTT CRACK heaven: it's the boy version of girls in low-cut boob-revealing
dresses designed to tease and torture those guys who prefer sex with girls
(not that there's anything wrong with that ;-)

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