There's Hope....
QUOTE OF THE DAY
"Hope is a waking dream." - Aristotle
Aristotle said it well...hope is a waking dream...There's hope each day for us all...this morning I awoken to hope... for me and my son...As I start my day...and this weekend...I only hope for all things good...and health...
This week has been rough but I made it...it's Friday and the draft of night has soaked the ground and made it wet...but...it's still a beautiful early morn...clean crisp air...so refreshing as I breathe in standing outside the back door sipping on some Lipton's....and thinking about all the good things in my life to this point...it's been a journey...and my destiny is still evolving...My waking dreams are still filled with hope...
Today, I leave you with a small snipit...from the unpublish/pending first book....
He was in his mid to late twenties, slim and short for the average man with long finger nails. I was considered legal...When Father Roger was away I was the lay person that he depended at times to do things for him. One evening at the rectory the visiting priest cornered me in the kitchen as I was washing the few dishes there that we ate out of. He came up behind me and placed both of his hands around me gripping onto the sink and started rubbing his genitals on me. I felt his dick grow in thickness as it protruded through his shorts as his nails scraped along the tin of the sink. From the feel of it, it seemed big. I jerked back and turned around all in one motion catching him off guard. We were about the same height maybe I was bit taller. As I looked in his face and returned the stare he whipped his big uncut dick from his shorts. The expression on my face must have said it all. I was mesmerized by the size and my blood started to race. He took my hands and placed it around the thickness of his shaft. He took my other hand and without saying a word guided me upstairs to the guest bedroom facing west overlooking the school yard where he was staying and sat on the bed. He asked me if I wanted to taste it, I was still looking at it, it was so big all around. I did not answer and yet I did not move away. I knelt down and began to suck on it and all of a sudden the head of his dick popped out of its protective extra skin. I must have been giving him good head because it wasn’t even five minutes he exploded gushing a geyser all over my shirt. After wiping his ejaculation off of my shirt, he thanked me, led me to the door and said good night. On Sunday, as he conducted mass I looked at him and felt a shame cross over me. My eyes connected with his and it was like he did not see. His face and eyes were expressionless. I never took communion from him ever again. The last I heard, the bishop had heard of his down low dealings with young boys of a certain parish and beyond in Trinidad and promptly removed the priest from the parish setting altogether.
Enjoy your weekend and be safe....
"Hope is a waking dream." - Aristotle
Aristotle said it well...hope is a waking dream...There's hope each day for us all...this morning I awoken to hope... for me and my son...As I start my day...and this weekend...I only hope for all things good...and health...
This week has been rough but I made it...it's Friday and the draft of night has soaked the ground and made it wet...but...it's still a beautiful early morn...clean crisp air...so refreshing as I breathe in standing outside the back door sipping on some Lipton's....and thinking about all the good things in my life to this point...it's been a journey...and my destiny is still evolving...My waking dreams are still filled with hope...
Today, I leave you with a small snipit...from the unpublish/pending first book....
He was in his mid to late twenties, slim and short for the average man with long finger nails. I was considered legal...When Father Roger was away I was the lay person that he depended at times to do things for him. One evening at the rectory the visiting priest cornered me in the kitchen as I was washing the few dishes there that we ate out of. He came up behind me and placed both of his hands around me gripping onto the sink and started rubbing his genitals on me. I felt his dick grow in thickness as it protruded through his shorts as his nails scraped along the tin of the sink. From the feel of it, it seemed big. I jerked back and turned around all in one motion catching him off guard. We were about the same height maybe I was bit taller. As I looked in his face and returned the stare he whipped his big uncut dick from his shorts. The expression on my face must have said it all. I was mesmerized by the size and my blood started to race. He took my hands and placed it around the thickness of his shaft. He took my other hand and without saying a word guided me upstairs to the guest bedroom facing west overlooking the school yard where he was staying and sat on the bed. He asked me if I wanted to taste it, I was still looking at it, it was so big all around. I did not answer and yet I did not move away. I knelt down and began to suck on it and all of a sudden the head of his dick popped out of its protective extra skin. I must have been giving him good head because it wasn’t even five minutes he exploded gushing a geyser all over my shirt. After wiping his ejaculation off of my shirt, he thanked me, led me to the door and said good night. On Sunday, as he conducted mass I looked at him and felt a shame cross over me. My eyes connected with his and it was like he did not see. His face and eyes were expressionless. I never took communion from him ever again. The last I heard, the bishop had heard of his down low dealings with young boys of a certain parish and beyond in Trinidad and promptly removed the priest from the parish setting altogether.
Enjoy your weekend and be safe....
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