Saturday, November 19, 2011

Haze Him Can Be Wonderful


I'm one of those weird guys who gets off more on the kinky creative humiliation than the actual sex (can my partner cry on your shoulder?), but Haze Him managed to find a way to combine both to turn me on. They take two pairs of pledges, strip em' bareass, tie their hands up tight in front of em' with duct tape, then put em in a room with a limited amount of time to somehow both cum. Watching these dudes fumble, bumble. spill lube, wriggle and somehow try to help each other get off without their hands is hilarious and hot.










Humil-A-Con - Part 1


"Dude, these chicks are just RIPE for the pickin', guy. Look at that slut over there! In the red and black bodysuit..."

"That's Harley Quinn, Fitz."

"Gives a fuck, look at those tits!"

I woulda sighed, but Fitz was right. The cosgirl poured into the Harley Quinn bodysuit was smokin'. Hiya. I'm Fred. I'm a big comics geek. And I made the mistake of letting my two best pals Fitz and Kev accompany me to Boston's biggest comic book convention - Rad-Con 2012. They could give a shit about comics book, action figures, anime, or the guy from Lost In Space signing autographs for $25 (where does HE get off?) a pop. They were here cuz' of this conversation -

"Dude, what's with you and the guys in tights? Are you fagging out on us?" Fitz sneered. Kev rolled his eyes. His younger brother was gay, and Fitz was always saying stupid shit like that to antagonize him.

"You're a dick. Check out the art. And some of the best writers in the world write for comics," I informed him, knowing that he was totally ignoring me as he paged through some of my back issues.

"Uh huh. I think it's cuz' these guys' packages look HUGE in spandex, buttboy. Wait a minute...who's this chick barely covered with those strings?"

"That's Vampirella. Not the most feminist icon."

I was kind of a pudgy geek. Fitz was a captain on the football team. Kev was the laid-back, guitar-strumming, creating cool videos on his laptop, James Dean-type whose quiet charm had girls falling all over him. We had been friends since the first grade. It was our senior year, and how we had managed to stay pals through all of it, I'll never know. Our interests were completely different, and Fitz was a total dickbag. He had his good points, but he epitomized "dumb, insensitive jock". Kev and I would defend him to others, but privately we often wondered if is brain hadn't fully developed.

"Dude, you can see her whole tits!"

"Yeah, I know. I'm hoping there's gonna be girls at Rad-Con dressed as her."

Kev suddenly appeared over his iPad.

"Come again?"

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