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BASTARDS WHO FUCKED OVER ME
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16 Me alone in the soft grass of spring with the Book of Common
Prayer, a fist and the dog.
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In the early spring after the rains had come and gone, a
predictable short, soft green grass would come up wherever there
was any earth richer than pure sand. The bluff away out in the
river bed which we climbed to get to the large gravel pit with
its sand slide was park-like and emerald green for about two
weeks each spring. I hated the scratchy Bermuda grass we had in
our yard. I liked to go out there to my private little park.
I often took a book and my newfangled transistor radio and spent
time alone reading and watching clouds pass overhead. My
proudest acquisition that year was my own copy of the Book of
Common Prayer and Hymnal. In reading the ceremonies in it I
found out what had been watered down to make the Methodist
Church. I fell in love with the precise and beautiful English
texts. I'd also take our dog along on the outings. It gave him
a chance to go around sniffing and peeing on things he'd hadn't
been out of the yard to mess with.
During one of my seasons of sexual famine I was out there
enjoying the feel of the grass between my toes and thinking how
much fun it would be to toss off a load. I was so far away from
houses or human activity that I stripped down to nothing and got
a real charge from the feel of that hairlike grass teasing my
ballsac. After I sprinkled the surrounding grass with my jizz,
the dog went into action licking it up. Sorry, old boy, I just
wasn't into cross-species kink, so I never did wank you and
consume the evidence.
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TE DUH
We praise Thee, O Glub; we acknowledge Thee to be the Boss
Gilbert, you were my boss; I was glad to give you any
part of me you wanted.
All the earth doth worship Thee, the Darwin ever Tasteless
You sent George to me; that was tasteless, but George
tasted good.
To Thee all A.T.ers cry aloud, the Heav'n and all the powers
therein
I got to see Lloyd grow from thimble to adequate to genuine
cuntstuffer -- and I got to sample most of it before he lost
his nerve.
To Thee horny boys and wet womyn continually do cry
Freddy couldn't get enough of my person or what I could do
to him, and I was glad to please.
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Glub of Tastelessness
Sending Cousin Frederick my way when You knew he was more
than I could handle ... now _that_ was tasteless!
Heav'n and earth are full of the Majesty of Thy Glory
Sometimes good and grateful things come in small, happy
packages. Vince, thoughts of you warm my heart and make me
smile these thirty years after.
The glorious company of the spoo receptacles praise Thee
Loretta, I haven't heard of you in eons. You moved to El
Lay and finally got boned and called me up to tell me how
W*O*N*D*E*R*F*U*L it was and I told you you were so long an
idiot. I hope you are well.
The goodly fellowship of the spoo donors praise Thee
Jim, you certainly got past the used part, and Gary, I wish
you had taken the plunge and done the same.
The noble army of sluts praise Thee
Dale and Jack and Hilton and Tommie, we need to dish!
The Holy Newsgroup throughout the world doth acknowledge,
Keith, you warm my nights to this day.
The Father of a Worldwide Freakishness!
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Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 08:23:57 -0700 (PDT)
From:
To: pauless@rahul.net
Subject: Re: Bastards Who Fucked over Me 11/12
Hahaha - You are one funny fag! Tell me, where are the rest of
the stories? I seem to have only volumes 1, 2, then 11/12 13/14.
I would love (with your permission of course) post them on our
local gay BBS (Lame but very popular - lets just put it this way,
they think just cuz they have internet Email, they are "surfing
the net"). I think they'd really get a gang bang out of them.
They get selected newsgroups, but of course the Sysop won't touch
the alt.tasteless ones.
CyFag
Date: Tue, 16 Jul 1996 11:40:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Paul Frederick Schnellbecher
To:
Subject: Re: Bastards Who Fucked over Me 11/12
I am trying to get Daniel Contreni, a student at Towson State, to
add the Bastards series to his homepage as he has been kind
enough to do with ERR and Timmy's series. Stay tuned and remind
me if this doesn't happen in a week or so.
BTW, I get mail from strateboyz all the time saying how they
don't go for all this fag shit but that reading my stories made
them pop wood.
Christ, I love power...
Tasteless regards,
Paul Ess
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Tue, 16 Jul 1996 05:49:30 alt.tasteless Homotropolis...
Having gone through those people who have fucked over me n/n
articles, something is beginning to interest me.
I must say that I have enjoyed the articles (from a
self-confessed hetero). What does interest me tho' is the number
of cornholers, circle-jerkers and general cocksuckers in Paul's
neighbourhood.
Say I came from a deprived childhood or maybe it was just that
I grew up in Brisbane, but I can't recall knowing anyone who
was an active homosexual (of my age that is) until I turned about
17 years old. My mum had loads of parties with very ostentatious
queens and generally 'different' sort of people who I have now
got to know quite well over the years. What's strange is that
they were always of an older age bracket, and did not mirror my
generation.
Can anyone else relate to the general acceptance of fucking
another guy as a non homosexual activity. I get the idea
that Paul was surrounded by guys who would certainly
get sucked off and fuck him but were afraid of the term
fruit or homo that came with it. In my neighbourhood, even
mentioning you knew a homo was paramount to saying
you were advertising your ass for rent. On the other hand,
West-end was generally full of macho homophobic Italians/Greeks.
What Paul describes certainly happened with a fair number
of girls that I can remember, but never guys.
Homosexual activity was generally thought to happen quite often
in Chuch of England Grammer and Boy's Grammer but not around
us. Then again, it was widely rumoured that every second
guy there had an intimate relationship with the school dog (a la
a friend of a friend of a friend told me that blah blah
blah.....).
Do Paul's stories mirror your neighbourhood? Have I been
blind all these years?
Jon
Tue, 16 Jul 1996 12:57:57 alt.tasteless Re: Homotropolis...
Pee Ess here.
When I set about compiling these tales, I thought I would tell,
more or less tastelessly about the carryings on I actually did
between ages 13 to 21. That's roughly two partners per year.
There were famines, believe me, but you wouldn't want to read
about them :)
I think with one or two exceptions, one of whom died
unexpectedly, these boys all went on to breed and enjoy that
role. I bear them no ill will for that. We had our times. And
that's just it: I acted as a safety valve or a playtoy. I think
I took their attentions more seriously than they did mine.
When I got "recommended" by one to another, I'm sure it was done
this way: "You're girlfriend won't put out? -- you got
blueballs? -- guess who I know who'll suck you off/take it up
the ass." I have often wondered how many babies I swallowed or
otherwise prevented. I got what I wanted; they got what they
wanted. With one or two there was a mutual affection and, after
all, we _were_ friends, more or less.
My point which I will amplify later in the series is that I think
in every place and time there is one or more boys who perform the
safety valve function for the others. Not everybody played by a
long shot. You should have seen some of the ones who got away.
I also learned early not to promote myself, "Hey, I like your
bod, lemme suck your dick." That could get you beat to a pulp.
Best to let them think it was their idea :)
Hope this helps clarify.
Paul Ess
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