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Someone recently passed away and i've been feeling so sad because of this, but the weird part is that, i wasn't close to that person at all, i didn't know anything about him other than his name and what he did for a living, yet my heart feels heavy and somewhat guilty. It almost feels as if i lost someone that was so close to my heart, like we knew each other for a very long time, i have this weird need to tell him that i love him, not like in a romantic way, but as if him and i have been long lost best friends, even though his is gone from this world i have to say "i love you, you did well my friend." I feel the need to look at his pictures and videos, and when i do that, i feel so happy but so sad at the same time, and strangely enough, we were similar in personalities from what i have been finding out about him. Isn't it funny how life works? I knew who he was and what he did for a living but never felt the need to be closer to him or get to know him for that matter, but when i found out what had happen and the reason why it happend, i started crying nonstop pretty much til this day, but i have this weird feeling that i knew this person for years. The first time i saw him i said to myself, haven't i seen you before because you look really familiar? And a big smile appeared on my face, and i continued with my life as usual never thought that the next time i would hear from him would be because of his life ending in such a sad way. I just wanna know why my heart feels so heavy when i never knew this person well enough or was close to him but yet a strange feeling of knowing him for ages always comes to me, but i wasn't there for him. Is it stupid to feel so sad for someone that i didn't really now? I keep grabbing my pillow and hugging it so tight in my arms as if it was him, as if he could feel it, i know that he wont feel it because he is gone but i keep trying to convince myself that somehow he would, so stupid right?

Someone recently passed away and i've been feeling so sad because of this, but the weird part is tha...

Father, forgive me for I have sinned. I have had impure thoughts of you, jesus, my lord. I have entertained these impure thoughts, of me getting down on my knees and receiving your warm salvation on my face. I have thought of engaging you in sodomy, oh lord, I am so sorry. I don't know why I'm having these sick fantasies of you, but I trust that you will forgive me.

Father, forgive me for I have sinned. I have had impure thoughts of you, jesus, my lord. I have ente...

Serving a short sentence for a stupid crime I got innocently wrapped up in, I made out when I came out to my family, I was a respected hard man inside. In reality within four days I was made to become my cell mates bitch. The second night inside, I was slapped around by two of his "buddies" when I refused to suck his cock. The third night as the lights went out I was offered his mixed race cock again. it was the first mans cock I'd ever sucked and the first cum load I'd swallow inside. That wasn't good enough for the fourth night as he opened what I later found out to be a small amount of butter. After sucking his cock hard I was told to bend over my bunk. No gentleness or caring about my pleasure was even attempted as he first smeared the butter on my asshole, then without wearing a condom, he plunged his cock straight up my ass. It hurt like the bitch I was to become and I bit hard into the pillow I had my head forced into. Only when he'd emptied his balls deep inside my bowels did his hard thrusting stop. By then my dick had become erect and he'd taken every chance to call me his bitch, when he noticed I had a hard on. No sex for the next two nights as he waited for me to get back from a court hearing. I paid for it when I did get back, by firstly swallowing his cum as he rammed his long thick cock down my throat and later after waking me, I took his cock deep inside my asshole again. The difference was, I actually began to enjoy what he was doing to me and as he unleashed his second load of the night up my ass, I came all over floor in front of me. Making me lick up my own cum confirmed if I needed it, he truely was the dominant man. I only served four weeks of the six month sentence I was given, after certain details came to light and I was released, but not before I spent my last night pleasuring three men. The two men who had beaten me on my second night, I sucked them to completion. And my mixed race cell mate who fucked me to an amazing orgasm in front of them both, before he filled my rear with his hot thick cum. My family know nothing of my sexual switch inside, or the fact I've craved to be fucked ever since I got out. I haven't had gay sex since my release, but I know inside myself, my own sexual prison, it's only a matter of time before I give in to those penal needs.

Serving a short sentence for a stupid crime I got innocently wrapped up in, I made out when I came o...