<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839</id><updated>2011-06-20T14:09:24.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Suck Dick</title><subtitle type='html'>What she doesn't know won't hurt her.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115557001844684873</id><published>2006-08-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:40:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Nights In Malapascua!</title><content type='html'>All right.. That title seemed like this is porn. It's not. Sorry guys. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I've been away for like forever. Sorry for that. I was on a business trip. Again. This time, had to check a site and sit with clients for some shitty proposals. All went well though I went there on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. About that Malapascua trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we left Cebu city Saturday at five am. A few hours earlier, Jed and I were texting. He said that he could drop by the house so we could reach the North Bus Terminal together. I knew that it was a silly excuse to know where I live. Hahaha. So, I said that I'd have someone take me there. He stopped texting. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jed and four other guys were already there. Jed was wearing this really sexy beach shorts and light blue hawaiian polo. Underneath it was an "aircon" sando. Yes, guys. He looked sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four other guys are not really bad. But they don't stand out. You know what i mean? Well, that's what I thought too until Ron, the last guy, arrived. I've seen him a couple of times each day at the office. But all we've exchanged so far are nods and good mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why he caught my attention this time. He was simply wearing an oversized shirt, big lousy shorts and a baseball cap. He was simple. I guess that's why I'm attracted to him. Yes, I am attracted. What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah. We sat together. So that's like four hours, guys. The trip to the end of cebu was like four hours. So yeah. I sat for four hours with him. It was a blast, guys! He's a really fun guy. Jed was seated at the front part of the bus. He was like, looking our way from time to time. I can sense that he was irked by how he got seated away from most of us. Poor guy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were somewhere in Danao when I started feeling like I wanted to lean on his shoulders and fake sleep. hahaha. He sure looks strong and capable, you know. Plus, he's cute. ... (to be continued)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115557001844684873?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115557001844684873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115557001844684873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115557001844684873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115557001844684873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/08/hot-nights-in-malapascua_115557001844684873.html' title='Hot Nights In Malapascua!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115453155905439162</id><published>2006-08-02T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:12:41.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye/Hello!</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated my blogs in like a million years... sorry for that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, A LOT of things happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. I'm excited about my upcoming trip to Malapascua with friends. I haven't been to Malapascua so I'm fairly jumpy about it. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. My girlfriend is scheduled to leave for Singapore this Friday. I'm kinda sad but she needs to take this flight. She's going to attend her bestfriend's wedding. So, I guess there'd be a lot of fucking the night before her flight. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I will be spending two nights in Malapascua with eight other Engineers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, NEWBIE would surely be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well... Isn't that promising enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is. And I bet that it would be very fun. And naughty. And exciting. And hot. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. I haven't told you what happened these past few days, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day after the 'unexpected lunch' and the meeting with the 'bitch', I reported back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I entered my office, I found a small card on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read (COVER):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               I WILL BE YOUR DOCTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        (INSIDE)&lt;br /&gt;       ALL YOU NEED IS A KISS AND A LITTLE REST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then a short note: Get well soon. John Dennis XXXX (that's why he's Jed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I read it, I was like, WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was told that when I didn't report to work, Jed went inside my office and said that he needed to check some files. Hahaha. Tricky, tricky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what happened next? I checked my mails and I got two from him. Whoah! hahaha... One was an uber-cheesy chain and the other was another get well soon note. He's a pretty thoughtful guy, right? Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy the whole morning and I never left my office until lunch time. And come lunch time, I used the side door to get to the cafeteria upstairs. I was sippin on my iced tea when I got a text from you know who. He asked me if I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't text back. Not because I didn't want to talk with him. It's because I wanted to keep the thrill in things. I didn't wanna see where things would lead just yet. I have the entire Saturday and Sunday for that. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went inside the office at around three and brought a big slice of cake. He said his mom baked it. Again, I pretended that I wasn't interested. Hahaha. But I said thank you. He left when he felt that I wasn't in the mood for silly conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda felt bad when he left. I mean, he's such a good guy. And I've no reason to treat him that way. Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the time right now is eleven. And I just got home. You know where I went? Mountain View Nature Park. It's a nature park in the mountains of Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who invited me there? Yes. You know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on this small bench and I swear, we were like so close to each other. I thought I was gonna lose control right there. He talked about his family and his life. He also talked about how much he likes me as a friend. I also learned some things about his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, he hinted on being open to ANYTHING. hahaha. Is he sending me the right signals? Why would he want to hang out alone with me, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were quiet for some time while we were drinking our beers. Then he suddenly said something that I will never soon forget. Actually, i kinda expected it but I didn't know that he would actually do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The, he kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a four-second kiss, i guess. Coz I pulled away. No tongues. Just pure passionate kiss.&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled away, he said "Im sorry. It will never happen again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I said was "..finish your beer and let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't say a word on our way back to the city. He looked kinda tense. He wouldn't look my way.&lt;br /&gt;When I got off at some place where I parked my car, I took time to look at him and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "Don't forget to text me that you got home safely".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I swear he lit up like a light bulb. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hope I'm doing the right things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this will lead me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115453155905439162?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115453155905439162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115453155905439162' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115453155905439162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115453155905439162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/08/goodbyehello.html' title='Goodbye/Hello!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115452856015681819</id><published>2006-08-02T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:22:40.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude of the Day</title><content type='html'>He's tastefully named NEUFRON over at myspace.... Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/neufron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/neufron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is just an ANGEL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more I can say but fuck me! WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/neutron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/neutron2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enjoy him! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115452856015681819?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115452856015681819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115452856015681819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115452856015681819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115452856015681819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/08/dude-of-day.html' title='Dude of the Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115410199053570196</id><published>2006-07-28T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:53:10.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myspace Cutie of the Day</title><content type='html'>Name: Francis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so innocent. As a matter of fact, he looks like an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/francis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/francis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they say that angels CAN BE devils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/francis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/francis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope so... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115410199053570196?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115410199053570196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115410199053570196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115410199053570196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115410199053570196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/myspace-cutie-of-day.html' title='Myspace Cutie of the Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115410168209859681</id><published>2006-07-28T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:48:02.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude of the Day</title><content type='html'>Name: Dennis Trillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Award-Winning Actor&lt;br /&gt;Recording Artist&lt;br /&gt;Crush Ng Bayan&lt;br /&gt;Certified Gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Polite, Kind and Good-Natured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/dennis2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/dennis2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/dennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/dennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more could you ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115410168209859681?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115410168209859681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115410168209859681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115410168209859681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115410168209859681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/dude-of-day_28.html' title='Dude of the Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115410038860998648</id><published>2006-07-28T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T23:26:35.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B I T C H!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I missed you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have some really interesting news for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to the office yesterday right? I filed a one-day leave and I ended up receiving a text message from the newbie. Hahaha. He texted again some four times during the day and twice during the night (the last one to say goodnight! hahaha). But I never texted back. I don't know why. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole day today, I pretended that I was sick so I could spend more time at home with my girl. I called in sick and asked our secretary to file a Sick Leave for me. She was so worried and so she informed my boss right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my boss also happened to be Newbie's boss, remember? So, he knew right away why I couldn't come to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I couldn't hit the malls as I 'was sick', I decided to knock on my girlfriend's doors. I ended up drinking with her dad and kuya (who were not really 'palahubogs'/lasenggeros). So, on our fourth grande, her dad was like almost a boneless twig and kuya was as red as my gf's mens. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're waiting for the punchline, right? Well, here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon, my gf and her mom went out for some groceries. Her dad was back in his room by that time. And her kuya was like a dumb little boy who couldn't tell dick from spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At probably quarter to one, kuya went 'unconscious'. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took him to his room and he was like just lifeless. Totally dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got him on his bed, I stared at him for the longest time. He was such an angel. Truly gorgeous. The mound between his two legs seemed to pull me closer to him. Instinctively, I placed my hand on his crotch. I looked at him and I knew he was really really asleep. So, I touched him again and this time, really took my time. I 'traced' his dick with my pointer and thumb and I felt its flaccid length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally shaking with fear and excitement that when I heard the door open downstairs, I swear I almost fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly went out of the room and went down the stairs to find my gf and her mom with the stuff they bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooohh!!! That was CLOSE! hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my girlfriend that I would be back later that evening and that I'd go home to take a shower and get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way out of the village, I chanced upon this empty street. I parked my car and marturbated at the thought of finally touching kuya's dick. hahaha. I had to get rid of one of my valued hankies. tsk tsk tsk. But that was definitely one of the best orgasms ever! So, no sweat! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I decided to drop by Ayala (despite mental debates) for some quick lunch and immediately remembered that super platter special at Bigby's. So I ordered one to go. I was on my way to get a cup of coffee when fuck of all fucks, guess who I saw? Or, I mean, guess who saw me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you guessed it right. Newbie. Well, he was going to grab a bite at Don Hen's.  Here's the actual conversation. Or as far as I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newbie: So, you're sick, huh?&lt;br /&gt;: Don't tell a single soul.&lt;br /&gt;Newbie: You know what? I'd do that if you do two things for me.&lt;br /&gt;: What?&lt;br /&gt;Newbie: You tell me why you didn't answer my messages. And you have lunch with me.&lt;br /&gt;: (I showed him my meal bag).&lt;br /&gt;Newbie: My treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up having lunch with him. Again, on that cutesy little table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, he asked why I never texted back. I told him where I was just before he saw me. He asked why I didn't text the other day. I said I was busy. He didn't believe me but he just kept quiet and ate silently. I fought hard the urge to kiss him. Instead, I downed my lemonade in one big gulp. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were almost done, somebody came to our table. Newbie introduced the girl and told me that it was his girlfriend. I didn't know how to react actually. But I guess i extended my right hand and we shook hands. She was pretty. But certainly not all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurriedly made up an excuse and politely told them that I had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! That bitch just ruined my fucking day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115410038860998648?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115410038860998648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115410038860998648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115410038860998648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115410038860998648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/b-i-t-c-h.html' title='B I T C H!!!!!!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115393520016490379</id><published>2006-07-27T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:35:20.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All Readers</title><content type='html'>I did not mean to flood you with pictures of men. They might have offended you, so I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I was just appreciating masculine beauty, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry. Apart from my casual use of the words 'fuck' and 'suck', rest assured that you won't find photos of dick on my blogs. That's a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And never fret. From now on, I'll limit my Dude Of The Day Photos to max of 2 and Myspace Cuties to 2 each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, I got to tell you this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on leave today so I wasn't able to see anyone from the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JED, the newbie texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I wonder how he got my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he did not know that I filed for paid leave. So, I bet he asked a good friend for my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his actualy text message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, this is Jed. Your assistant sed that U won't cum to the offc 2day. R u alright? R u not feeling well? Well, do take care. We'v got a lot of stuf 2 finish! Lol. Txt bak pls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you infer? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115393520016490379?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115393520016490379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115393520016490379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393520016490379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393520016490379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-all-readers.html' title='To All Readers'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115393476447506108</id><published>2006-07-27T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:26:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude of the Day</title><content type='html'>Name: Andrew Stetson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he a gorgeous thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_andrew_stetson1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_andrew_stetson1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_andrew_stetson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_andrew_stetson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_andrew_stetson8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_andrew_stetson8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_andrew_stetson5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_andrew_stetson5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_andrew_stetson7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_andrew_stetson7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_andrew_stetson6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_andrew_stetson6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know any cool dudes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know, and I'm look them up. So we can all oggle together! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115393476447506108?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115393476447506108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115393476447506108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393476447506108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393476447506108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/dude-of-day_27.html' title='Dude of the Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115393301128509501</id><published>2006-07-27T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:56:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace Cuties..</title><content type='html'>Here are tonight's cuties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/Aris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/Aris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude's name's Aris. I read that he was totally against posers. I just noticed that his grammar's weird. But that's beside the point. He's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/yudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/yudi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's Yudi. I know. His names' too gay. But who cares? As long as you have those red lips and those tasty eyes. You can fuck me all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/jayson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/jayson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/jayson2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/jayson2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, Jayson right here looks like Paolo Bediones. I have two hot pics of him to prove it. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/nicolo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/nicolo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/nicolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/nicolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this one's the prettiest in the bunch. Nicolo. I love this boy already. I know he's nice and I'm pretty sure he thrusts well. His name is even sweet. =-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which guy do you think I should hit it off with first? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115393301128509501?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115393301128509501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115393301128509501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393301128509501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393301128509501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/myspace-cuties_27.html' title='MySpace Cuties..'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115393139103670527</id><published>2006-07-26T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:29:51.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><content type='html'>I was surfing tonight when I spotted this very hot picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/bed.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/bed.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw this picture, only one thing came to my mind. Arnold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might be wondering who he is. Well, he just happened to be my girlfriend's older brother. It sucks, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me tell you about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that was some two years ago when I came to visit my girlfriend at her parents' home. She was living at some pad that time. She occupied one unit. The unit next to hers was occupied by her brother. Arnold. Well, it so happened that the entire apartment complex became a victim of some arson (you heard about that incident?) The fire quickly ate up the rest of the 7 other units. What my girlfriend and her brother were able to salvage were only their cars and a few other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I visited her, she was staying at her parents' house. In the mean time. That's what Arnold also did. Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And luck of all luck, I had to go pee. My gf told me to use the bathroom upstairs as some new tiles were being placed inside the main bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without any care in the world, I went upstairs and enter the room that she described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost screamed when I saw her older brother in bed. In FUCKING briefs. That has got to be the hottest thing that ever happened to me. I was like SO FUCKING HARD that instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later learned that his brother got home around four in the morning and was totally wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really tempted to squeeze those lovely balls but decided that I wouldn't do such stupid stuff inside the house of the girl whom I am fully committed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I still masturbate at the image of her hot brother lying there unconscious on bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115393139103670527?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115393139103670527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115393139103670527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393139103670527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115393139103670527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-remember.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115375744293035495</id><published>2006-07-24T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:10:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Your Mind Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/newtype.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't possibly allow this to happen again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was on my way out of the office for a quick lunch out when, on the elevator, ( guess what?) I got stuck with the newbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a twelve-storey ride and all we did was stand there. Facing the door. He didn't say a word. And I knew that not saying anything would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the door opened, I raced towards my car when the newbie called out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and he, Jed, gave me the most wonderful fucking smile I have ever seen on a guy! Fuck. I pretended like some activity took place on my mobile and started letting my fingers work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I was going out for lunch. I looked up at him and just nodded (wanted to make him feel that I was not interested at all! But I guess I sucked at it) coz he asked me if he could join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started moving towards my car when, fuck of all fucks, i noticed that i had a flat tire. Front left wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gladly offered to use his car instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat beside him, I couldn't help but stare at his bulge. Gawd! What the hell is happening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I immediately placed my hands inside my pocket to stop myself from grabbing his package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to let everything slide by pretending to be really tired and sleepy and leaning on the glass with eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It worked. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He softly shook me to 'wake me up' when we got to Ayala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we ended up sharing this cute two-seater table at Don Hen's. Aww, so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing, I saw one of my girl's friends. That gave me enough reason to stop being too 'soft' in front of a really gorgeous man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about a project on the way back to the office, during which, he tapped my shoulder again because he wanted to get my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's getting a little too touchy, here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got help me! I don't wanna end up kissing this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/newtype.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/newtype.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, he didn't leave until the guy who changed the tire left. So Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Jed really up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, it's no good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sucked only three dicks in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, don't make him the fourth!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115375744293035495?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115375744293035495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115375744293035495' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115375744293035495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115375744293035495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/stop-your-mind-games.html' title='Stop Your Mind Games'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115374966920136964</id><published>2006-07-24T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:01:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace Cuties..</title><content type='html'>Here's today's batch of hot myspace cuties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when these guys would stop bugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/richard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/richard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's named Richard. He's willing enough to post half-naked. So I bet he'd be an easy lay... (Like you could do it, Dave! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/ron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/ron2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/ron2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's Ron. I got two pics of him because he is totally HOT! He could rock me the whole night.. and day! hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115374966920136964?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115374966920136964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115374966920136964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115374966920136964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115374966920136964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/myspace-cuties_24.html' title='MySpace Cuties..'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115374795431061285</id><published>2006-07-24T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:32:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude of the Day</title><content type='html'>Get a load of this pretty hunk right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_jamie_dornan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_jamie_dornan4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirty, boyish look does this hot man good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_jamie_dornan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_jamie_dornan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_jamie_dornan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, he is flaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_jamie_dornan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_jamie_dornan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Dornan. Come to bed with me. Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_jamie_dornan5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_jamie_dornan5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115374795431061285?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115374795431061285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115374795431061285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115374795431061285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115374795431061285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/dude-of-day.html' title='Dude of the Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115367406171068083</id><published>2006-07-24T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T01:01:01.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Day</title><content type='html'>I had a really rough day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember Jed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a strange feeling that he's into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was in the men's room during my break this morning. I was using one of the eight urinals at the office. I was using number 8. So basically, it's the one farthest from the door. Well, in came Jed. I noticed him when I looked towards the door to see who it was. He smile at me and I smiled back. Then I went back to my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what happened next?? He used urinal # 7. I was kinda shaking when I heard him unzip beside me. I tried my best to get it over with without trying to look at him or his dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, he finished first and he zipped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before leaving, he tapped my shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me really hard.. And puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did he just do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just imagining things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hurriedly called my girl on the phone and I asked her to drive to my office as soon as she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was at the basement parking lot in ten minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to give me a blowjob and she did so with gusto. I then fucked her at the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, Jed was on my mind. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115367406171068083?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115367406171068083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115367406171068083' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367406171068083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367406171068083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/rough-day.html' title='Rough Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115367252293860607</id><published>2006-07-24T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:35:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustove Duarte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_gustove_duarte3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_gustove_duarte3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this guy off some blog I couldn't remember. He's hot, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_gustavo_duarte4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_gustavo_duarte4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_gustavo_duarte5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_gustavo_duarte5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/beautiful_gustavo_duarte7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/beautiful_gustavo_duarte7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Hot Hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115367252293860607?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115367252293860607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115367252293860607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367252293860607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367252293860607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/gustove-duarte.html' title='Gustove Duarte'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115367191400662093</id><published>2006-07-24T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:25:14.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crotch Day</title><content type='html'>I was busy going through some analyzin on some papers this morning when Jed, a newbie came into my office to talk about his assignment. Apparently, boss ordered him to work on a certain project, which I already assigned to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was kinda hesitant to talk to me so I turned my back on him and face my computer. We proceeded with our discussion (without eye contact LOL) and he asked me to open a file which contained the project distribution file sent to him by our boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he leaned forward, he 'accidentally' pressed his crotch against my shoulder. I pretended that I did not feel it and went on with the talk. I was kinda wonderin, however, why he didn't move away and just stayed in that position while we talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/crotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/crotch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! Am I too transparent? Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute fellow won't spell the end of me, I swear. But if he ever asks for some action. I'd give it to him. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115367191400662093?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115367191400662093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115367191400662093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367191400662093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367191400662093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/crotch-day.html' title='Crotch Day'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115367062547232110</id><published>2006-07-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:29:13.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace Cuties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'd do all of them if I had the chance. Wahahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/reiven%20anthony%20lorenzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/reiven%20anthony%20lorenzo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dude is amazing. Look at his color! Not really that good looking but the sex appeal! Oh Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/baltz.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/baltz.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this guy. He has this typical Pinoy fucker look. Very masculine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/jay%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/jay%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay.... that tongue! And those facial hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/jay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Jay. Hmmm.. A driver, ei? Can you drive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/paolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/paolo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paolo. I love that smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/Open.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/Open.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/Open.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Didn't catch his name. But I bet he's good in bed. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/ven.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/Master%20Wong%20Fei%20Hong.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/Master%20Wong%20Fei%20Hong.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His profile said his name is Master Wong Fei Hong. Can you hong me? =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/ven.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/ven.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/ven.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ven right here is a total charmer. Love those lips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115367062547232110?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115367062547232110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115367062547232110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367062547232110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115367062547232110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/myspace-cuties.html' title='MySpace Cuties...'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115366821397178208</id><published>2006-07-23T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:27:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temptations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could fucking die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is just really, really, really, really good-looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives me the woodie.  Why the hell does he do Myspace!!!!!!???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He should stay inside his room and never come out! Ever! Guys like him should never wander around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me inner peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115366821397178208?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115366821397178208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115366821397178208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115366821397178208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115366821397178208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/temptations.html' title='Temptations!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115366713926531060</id><published>2006-07-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T23:33:08.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck It All!</title><content type='html'>As usual, work was HELL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss had to ask me to visit the site for some developments. He thought that the team at the site needed my 'opinion' as the client specifically wanted me to head the project. Since, I've started working on one, I had to say no. But, for the sake of the company, I said that I'd check on it, from time to time. They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was lucky I didn't wear a pair of boxers today. The trip to the construction site of this certain ten-storey building was just 'painful'! I mean, with all those sweaty men mixin' and hammerin' and cuttin' and all. I was near-collapse. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention our lovely foreman who was one hell of a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/1600/UnderConstructionWorker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/30/3420/320/UnderConstructionWorker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found this guy on Yahoo! Search. Hot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! That bulge! I had to tuck both my hands inside the pocket to prevent them from grabbin that big pack!&lt;br /&gt;I swear, my hands can get really really evil sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing my girlfriend came just in time to take me to dinner. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention that cute waiter. Oh, fuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115366713926531060?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115366713926531060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115366713926531060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115366713926531060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115366713926531060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/fuck-it-all.html' title='Fuck It All!'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31535839.post-115365823178791332</id><published>2006-07-23T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T22:54:53.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Blog About Dicks?</title><content type='html'>So why keep a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what do you want me to do, instead? Tell me girlfriend that I like men and that I often daydream about them? That I yearn to be fucked by her older brother who's so hot, it makes me hard just by looking at him? That I've released liters of pent-up 'emotions' just by thinking about her ex boyfriends who are supposed to be 'competition'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly why I'm keeping this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a therapy. Something that would really help. And I believe that blogging is the only way. Visiting my shrink is no longer a healthy option. First, because he makes me shell out a lot of fucking money. And second, because he's so fucking hot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this fucking world filled with HOT men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please fucking explain to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31535839-115365823178791332?l=davesuckdick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/feeds/115365823178791332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31535839&amp;postID=115365823178791332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115365823178791332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31535839/posts/default/115365823178791332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davesuckdick.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-blog-about-dicks.html' title='Why Blog About Dicks?'/><author><name>dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12959673566627284530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1391/6055927/11845560/172545899.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
