Bad Pig
After shameful delay there’s a new post up at my tl:dr site The Pig Whisperer, Speaking Aloud. If you have the patience for it, you get to see naked dick at the end of the post!
Anonymous asked: do you have anyone special in your life?
I do! Thank you for asking. There’s a man here in my small town I’ve come to love deeply. You are asking about ‘special’ in this sense, yes? In addition to this most wonderful man in my life, there are many others — friends, playmates, fellow journeyers who are also special and precious to me. I am a lucky man!
When you were a teenage boy had you ever been caught masturbating by your mother or other part of the family? What happened next?
I seem to remember having my father and/or mother walk in on me when I’d been playing with myself, though when I knew they were in the house and awake I would play with my dick only with quick concealment possible close to hand. I was caught twice as a younger child in sexual play with other boys. The first was when I was between 5-6 years old caught with a boy my age more or less. We’d been comparing dicks and butts as I remember. My mother lectured me on the dangers and vile nature of boys who play with their penises. My father had me go out in the back yard and select the switch from a shrub he subsequently cut and used to whip me.
pozdanny asked: So, Mr. Pig, exactly how much of a pig are you?
As much of one as has, so far, been required. There is always more to learn, skills to perfect, technique to polish. If you’re anywhere near northwestern Connecticut, I suggest you find out personally.
social-diarist asked: you can be a bad influence on me anytime!
Thank you! I hope I’ll get the chance to do so other than at long distance. There’s a bus from Port Authority. Just sayin’.
Uncovered in my move…
This poem dates to about 7 or 8 years ago. It is my most recent work, unless you count the improvised lyrics to the nonsense songs I sang to my dogs, or a couple very recent, fairly innept attempts at haiku (I don’t recommend considering them, personally). Interesting that I found it again in the clearance of my house, at a time when I could just have easily written this last week.
I haven’t said it,
Spoke it; broke my jaw
Upon its indurate hardness —
What’s love’s Rockwell
Number, anyway? What cipher
Peels tongue from palate, lets
That black dog Speech (blaspheming
Braggart) bay to you,
Call and caw to you, saying
Oh yes. I love you, don’t
You know? Don’t make me say it
Aloud — my breath will stop!
Sure as there’s a cat
Among the cushions, there’ll be
No inspiration, no surcease exhalation;
That aspiration writhes asthmatic.
Don’t hear my voice, my friend, hear my
Eyes: I love you.
Apologies for absence
Y’all are kind enough to follow this tumble, so I thought I’d apologize for my lack of new material. Hectic period, to say the least. Either because of my laptop’s on-going dying or my error(s) or both, I managed to lose dozens of images from three hot sessions. It is an excuse to schedule re-doing (though I’d have been hoping for that anyway — these guys are fun!).
Anyway, been mad crazy busy and a total doofus on top of that for losing some really boner-worthy pics. In small compensation, this came to me today, and I share with you here:
I anoint you, and
You me, in cum and kisses:
Transformed, made anew.
Anonymous asked: Fuck!!!! You are one hot dude. Just discovered your site. mmmmmmmmm
Scott (hairylotb)
Thanks! Glad I can provide some amusement, inspiration, ‘bate fodder…
Anonymous asked: very cool
I thank you! Come join me for some photography, whomever you are.
