
Our friend Matt Loman over at MoonCounty.com was emailed another random entry of kyles journal. He was nice enough to share the discovery with us over here at loljk.
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Hey, sorry, I know I promised to post, but I was super busy. I passed rehab! Or graduated. I’m not sure how it works, but I got a certificate and like a poker chip thing which lets everyone know I did it. I was really excited to tell you guys, and I had stories and anecdotes about neat group exercises, and all the people I’d met and how their journeys and courage helped to shape and aid my recovery.
So I’m walking out, feeling good, nay, great, ready to take on the world and start posting stuff.
I stepped out the door of rehab, walked down the well-tended stone path, past rows of beautiful plants, and, darn the luck, I somehow fell into a barrel of dicks.
Not literally a barrel of dicks, because that would be gross, and bloody, and not erotic in any way, shape, or form. I fell into something more like a room than a barrel. In this room was what can only be described as a grab bag of man. Just well-muscled, lightly oiled, tastefully lit men of all races and creeds with their cocks hanging out, and wouldn’t you just know it, I somehow ended up banging every single one of them. Sometimes I used my tender little butt, other times I used my hands, or my mouth, or an arm or knee pit, but I brought every single man there to climax using only the parts and holes the Lord gave me.
Suffice to say after doggy-paddling my way through a bog of gentlemen’s relish, I hosed myself off behind a PetCo, put on my nicest belly shirt, and marched right back to rehab. I’m going to get on the wagon and leave all this anonymous dude-banging behind. I’ll be clean, stable, and ready to give myself completely in a relationship with a strapping young dude that I can spend the rest of my life with and find my own happily ever after.
Courage, friends, courage.
Faithfully yours,
Kyle
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Thanks For the info Matt. Here’s to hoping Kyle comes back to us soon.
-Joey