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All men are not created equal

 
C.H.A.S.
06/28/2005 05:05 AM
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All men are not created equal
All men are equal.

Do you know how often an anti comes here and says that?

Itīs incredible.

How can all men be equal?

If you and I were to go along to the next Olympics, line up on the start line to the 100 meters and race each other, one of us would win, one of us would lose.

We are not equal.

If you and I were to go along to Harvard, sign up to take a course there, one of us would score higher than the other.

We are not equal.

We are not equal physically, mentally, or more importantly spiritually, and it is the last of those that is perhaps the most significant.

Life is not decided by how much you can lift, or how well you can do in an exam, but by who and what you are.

Now you can give me any child on this planet, regardless of race, and providing they have all their faculties I can teach them to read, but I canīt make them William Shakespeare.

Likewise, you can give me any child on this planet, regardless of race, and providing they are physically able, I can teach them how to box, but I canīt make them Vladimir Klitschko.

The gifts that define a man is beyond our ability to bestow. These gifts have been shaped by centuries, millennia, of evolution. They have created us as we are, and they have created us differently from one another, and put us into racial groupings.

Each race having different skills and abilities from one and other.

This is fact.

The result of this separation, and evolution, has been that each racial grouping, as a product of itīs actions, has developed itīs own unique heirarchies, cultures, and systems of morality, and what we broadly define as our spiritual make up.

Each has adapted their worlds to suit their skills, and attributes.

Now the world I live in, my family, my community, my nation, is still largely based upon the evolutionary system created by the White race, this is true of most western nations.

This is the framework that the White man excels in, and is best suited to, and itīs purpose is to create the best White man, and the best White society possible.

Itīs part of our strategy for survival, and survival requires that you make yourself as strong as possible.

However, a non-White in this environment will never be equal to a White, because their, heirarchies, cultures, and systems of morality are different.

This means I can take a non-White, from a good background, throw extra funding at his education, give him every advantage in life, hold every door open for him, to get him the best job, and the best wage packet, and make life as easy and comfortable as possible for him, and he will still never reach the pinnacle of White society, because he will not be White.

To a large degree we see this happening already.

A black child growing up in North America will receive disproportionate funding in his education:


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How many times have you been told this?
"Poor Black test scores are the result of underfunding of public schools."

How well are your tax dollars being spent?

1) Chicago Public Schools spends an average of $6,980 per high school student. However, 57 predominantly Negro high schools receive $7,712 per student. "The Chicago Public Schools has posted school-by-school expenditures on its website showing that racially isolated African-American schools receive the most money- per-student and racially isolated Hispanic schools receive the most money-per-school." Chicago Public School Funding

2) Private Schools, which as a rule tend to be mostly white, receive far less money per student. Private school teachers, even in the nations most elite private schools, get paid significantly less money and are technically "less qualified" than public school teachers. However, standardized test scores from private schools consistantly blow away those of public schools. Performance and Spending Compared

3) Washington DC spends $10,000 per student for itīs nearly all Negro public schools. The highest per student expenditure in the country. Over double some state averages. According to Goodschools.com, DC has the "lowest test scores in the industrialized world." Goodschools.com

4) Home schooled students are vastly outperforming publically schooled students. Despite the fact the the NEA calls their parents "unqualified" and the taxpayers are not spending a fortune on them. The NEA has expressed great animosity toward home schooling and passed resolution B-69 stating "The Association also believes that home-schooled students should not participate in any extracurricular activities in the public schools." NEA & Homeschooling



He will find that through affirmative education that college places are held open for him, at the expense of Whites with higher grades, and that, because of quotas, he will find the path of his working career somewhat smoother than the White man, and whilst antis might bring us these people as examples of how īequalī we are, the facts remain that despite all this assistance, and advantages, the black man, in general, will still not do as well in a White world as a White man will.

The reason for this?

Obviously because this is a White nation and he is not a White man.

You can teach a black man to read like a White man, and to box like a White man, but you canīt teach him to be White. The racial grouping he is in is something that is beyond our control, it was determined by his birth, and can not be changed.

So the obvious question is how do we deal with this problem?

Well, many antis come here and suggest that the solution is to throw larger and larger amounts of money at it.

But would that truly help?

What many of these people fail to realize is that we are already spending a disproportionate amount of money on the non-Whites of our nations, as I showed above, and the results are clear and marked, it has not made the difference, and it never will do.

We could spend 100% of public money on assisting non-Whites, with 0% on Whites, and non-Whites would still not become White, so they would still be outsiders and misfits in a White world.

So it would never work.

However, on the downside, as can be seen now, it would lead to a growing anger amongst the, discriminated against, White population, which could lead to instability, and ultimately to bloodshed, and it would be forever dragging non-Whites away from their own natural heirarchies, cultures, and systems of morality.

In other words it is destroying them, and us, and creating tensions, with no chance of it ever providing the required outcome.

Surely this failed concept has to end?

So if we canīt change the people, what about changing the culture and society?

Another solution put forward is the destruction of White culture.

Now to some antis this solution might sound like a fantasy, straight out of a horror/sci-fi book, but it is a reality.

Let me introduce you to the latest theory of Ignatiev, the jewish īthinkerī who states that the only way do end hate is to dismantle the White race.

Iīm not sure if you are aware of this latest theory of his but he claims that the White race is responsable for all racism (even non-White on non-White racism in a non-White country) so the only way to end racism and hate, and discrimination, on the planet is to dismantle the White race, but it doesnīt end there, it goes on, we still have black history month and asian pride, and jewish holidays etc., because we only need to dismantle the White race, the others can be dismantled at a later date, if and when needed (?).

Now I donīt really see how anyone can take this seriously.

I mean first things first, wether you buy this twaddle about the other races being dismantled at a later a date, or not, the fact that the White race is singled out is, just as was the case with itīs little borther affermative action, fundementally racist, this is a racial attack on our race.

The second, and most obvious point is that the whole concept is not physically possible.

Iīve read this, or varients of this on many anti-sites, they talk about how clever they are (I canīt blame them, who else would tell them such lies?) but not one has spotted the impossability of this scheme, and therefore the far more sinister motives behind it.

If you dismantle the White race, and all the other races still exist, a la the proposals, then after the White race is dismantled what do I become?

Iīm obviously not black, I am not asian, I am not sematic, what am I?

It doesnīt matter what tag you put on it, I would still be a member of a unique race that was apart from the other races, on genetic and scientific terms.

In other words it is not possible to dismantle the White race, without dismantling other races, unless it is by wiping the race out through delibrate genocide, as I would still belong to a unique group, whatever title you gave me, ex-White, unclassified, non-colored, it would still be the White race, in all but name.

So we can actually dismiss the basic lies that are being used to sell this to the brain dead antis out there, this is racist, not anti-racist, and impossible, so what are we really talking about here, what is the underlying motive?

When they say they wish to dismantle the White race what they really mean is they wish to dismantle itīs pride, itīs culture, itīs heritage, itīs history, itīs sense of self, itīs identity.

It is a deliberate attempt to dehumanize the White race, to strip us of our identity and leave us open and susceptable for brainwashing.

We would become cattle.

However Ignatiev does not wish to destroy jewish culture, so is this not an example of jewish racism at itīs worst?

That is right, the jewish supremacists agenda includes the complete destruction of the White race.

They propose racial genocide.

Now, if we canīt change the people, and we canīt change the culture, what is the only other solution?

The other solution is the concept of separation.

Where the races are separated, and each man is allowed to flourish in his own natural environment, with his own heirarchies, cultures, and systems of morality, that allow him to make the most of who he is, and to achieve what is best for him, and his community, in accordance with the natural order of things, and his own natural survival strategy.

I ask you, is this such a bad thing when compared with the alternatives?

The idea of racial separation is the best route forward for all the races, and allows us all to grow, to flourish, and to survive, it allows us all to protect our cultures, heritage and histories, to secure an existence, and self determination.

What could be wrong with this?

At the end of the day it is the only solution that provides for the survival of the races, and that should be in everyones best interests.
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12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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good article
C.H.A.S.
12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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Yeah, I know. It took me 1 month.
Whitey
12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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This idea of Separating the races has been around for awhile. And, the idea of destroying the White race has too. In fact, a lot has already been accomplished to that end.

We see beautiful White women going hand-in-hand with non White males and having children with them---a clear example of how effective this destruction of the White race is.

On White TV there are announcements marking the time of Jewish holidays and Kawanza Day, but most White people donīt even understand the nature of these so-called Holidays.

What is even more stark is that White people, for the most part, have no idea of their history. For example: How long has the White race been around? How many White people can answer that?

My solution to all this racial unrest is to allow each race to teach their children about thyeir past so everyone can understand their origins and why they were born into a particular race.

Another thing; all races have their trashy people---you know, the ones that live dirty; throw garbage in their area and have filth surrounding them. And, when one sees this in the White race it seems even worse. The solution is to encourage people to be proud of their race and who they are.
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Race is nothing but a figment of the mind. There is no genetic marker that says you are a black man, a white man, or whatever. Race simply formed due to geographical isolation and gradual evolution that best matched evironmental conditions.


NOW - that saying that all men are created equal has a deeper meaning that most you ignorant assholes realise.

Our bodies are of flesh - made of elements of the earth. Our bodies are all from the same source - thus all our bodes are the same. We have the same flesh - we have the same potentials, we have the same pain, we have the same pleasure.

Our spirits are also from the one source - from God or the cosmos. Again our spirits are fundamentaly the same - they are equal and have the same potentials.

WE ARE all equal, and to think otherwise is simple blind arrogance.
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12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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Hey Chaser why donīt you go to a racist forum and spill out your hate propaganda there?

Byw bye!
White FOCKER
12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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It is highly unlikely that a rational and reasonable discussion on this topic can occur. The writers here are too warped in their thinking.

For example; the idea that all are equal is absurd. Yes, we are all equal to our Life, and to our property which refers to the bodies we have.

Also, the idea that our DNA or genetic makeup is the same comes from those with a distorted, or twisted-sister complex and of course is totaly false.

The idea also that we all spring from the same "creator" is at best some form of religious mysticism which actually causes problems where none exist.

The simple fact is that yes, there is a concentrated effort to destroy the White race, and it would behoove all enlightened White folk to act quickly. Stop entertaining yourselves, for example, in front of a Television. There is no question, no doubt, that TV is bent on assisting those that would destroy the White race.

Also, discontinue listening to the trashy non White music that is designed to actually get to your subconscious mind. And, never allow a fellow White person to call you racist. If they do DESTROY them for they are destructive to the White race. The most serious threat to the White race are not non White people, but White people. They must be dealt with pronto!
Witness
12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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I donīt like racism but I respect everyoneīs right to free speech and hope for education and progress through free speech.

In that light, point of correction to the article: Itīs now very clear that "the destruction of the White race" is perfectly possible without any other races being "watered down". One look around any city where there is a lot of mixing shows this. While I donīt want to support racism I can state a fact known in the UK that esp. in the case of Black men and White women, the White women falls pregnant to the Black man who also fathers children with Black women.

Not only do I know this through official figures but also a few years ago there was a Black Womanīs pressure group that attempted to recitfy the situation because there was a chronic shortage of Black men for Black woman in stable relationships due to the very high promiscuity among the Black men. The reasons for this are more debatable. The media here has very aggressively pushed the concept to White women of them having sex with Black men and having half-caste children. It is all over the printed and digital media, in adverts, on talk shows and insipient in nearly every facet of life in the UK.

The result is that the White population is converting into to a brown population while the Black population remains Black.

Blair actually called this the New Britain at the turn of the Millenium and "the way forward". The term here is "Multicultural society".

However, while this is true, it does not in any way justify or support racism. What is does mean is that those seeking to manipulate the population should be exposed and sentenced for Eugenics and possibly Treason if there is provable mal-intention.
paul-o
12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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we are all born equel asin from then on were on our own....once somthing is created it stops being the creators propertyand grows itself....if god created us we are not his anymore we are somthing new.
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Inequality as well as equality is a perception based upon duality....better than/less than. In reality, one cannot measure worth....for worth is unlimited. One can only measure the illusion of worth based upon their illusion of self.
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12/08/2005 10:14 AM
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CHAS.....

Well thought out, with some minor variations Iīve felt much the same as you.

However reaching a conclusion on the best way to acheive a world of harmony and peace with an ever growing population provides us with a puzzle of extreme difficulty. Eventually the struggle for resources will define the solution. Either we slow growth and reduce the worlds population or the result is obvious....... death to billions!

To separate people that are different seems to allow for what you express, but then each group will form adversarial relationships and battle for the remaining resources. What is really the most viable path to success?

I would imagine the best minds in the world, for decades, have struggled to find the answers. IMHO There will be no answers forthcoming because of our resistance to the obvious, become equal in mind and objective. This is the only way to collectively solve the problems that are facing us as we certainly, but surely destroy the only refuge for our survival.


One Truth..... many realities
edit: Humans create illusions that they cannot support.
paul-o
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"humans create illusions they cannot support"

hence the creator looses control ov the creation.
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Equal in the eyes of GOD. You may think that you are better than the trailer trash red neck who canīt read or write but in GODs eyes the red neck is probably loved more.

Also in America we all should have an equal opportunity for the pursuit of happiness. Happiness is not guaranteed but only the pursuit.



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From what I read you seem to be advocating that everyone of the same race stick together and keep producing more people of the same race, then when the world reaches a point of inevitable conflict, the strongest race wins and the rest become subservient? Is this essentially what you are trying to say? Surival of the fittest gene pool? I would advocate the opposite, diversify your race and gene pool as much as possible and create the universal super race. What do you think will happen when cybernetics oneday become commonplace in society? Will men and women be humans or machines or both? Will flesh and organic machinery oneday meld into a common gene pool?
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All niggers are created equal. Equally DUMB
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"Also, the idea that our DNA or genetic makeup is the same comes from those with a distorted, or twisted-sister complex and of course is totaly false."

PROVE to me that there is a genetic marker for race. You wonīt find one, and thus this proves youīre simply talking from ignorance and not knowledge.


There is no advantage in maintaining race. Why should the white race be mainained, why should the black race be maintained. Why should any race be maintained. In a mellinia from now, there will likely be no seperate race on earth. Geography will not define our physcial appearance as the limitations of distance will not be as they are now. Perhaps weīll see new RACES if we conolise mars and so on.
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Pointless. Most people opt to be jerks no matter what race they are. Theyīll lie when they feel like it. Theyīll steal when they feel like it. Theyīll gossip and try to make another personīs life difficult in many, many ways if the other person isnīt like them in some belief.

The only intelligent sorting would be sorting by integrity.
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16684, thatīs probably the most intelligent thing that I read here all day.
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Its not about race - it is all about culture and the value priorities that it inculcates - you can take an african from the most backward tribal village - send them to an ivy league school and they will turn out just fine, on the other hand particularly in europe there are large pikey communities who are as backward as anything you will find in the rest of the world.
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And isnt it funny how, the only race left will be Jews, as you can on be a Jew through birth or by marriage to a female Jew (good luck btw, they wont want goyim for their daughters)

They are really making a grand job of dumbing down us Whites with MTV and general TV mush
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A DAY IN JULY

by Paul and Don

It was a Saturday day in July; the forecast was for sunshine and temperatures in the upper 80s. We had decided to go to the mall that day to do some shopping. You showed up at my place at around 10am by bicycle. You had on a loose-fitting tank-top, cute, baggy, striped, denim shorts that came down just a couple of inches above your knees, and were barefooted. The temperature was already around 80 and it was much to warm to wear anything on your feet. "God, itīs hot out there," you said.

"I can tell." Although you had showered, you had already worked up a nice sweat riding over. Neither of us were the deodorant type--too artificial. Your pit hair was sopping wet and sweat had dripped down wetting your shirt. There was virtually no wind at all that day; even from a few feet away, I could smell your natural, manly aroma. The veins on your body, especially your legs and feet, were prominent, pumping blood to your leg muscles plus bringing your blood close to the surface of your skin to cool. It made you look really sexy, really masculine. "You look cute today and you already smell good." You smiled at me. I wore a regular T-shirt and shorts similar to yours; I also neglected to put on shoes, of course in the summer I never wore them anyway. I got my bicycle and we headed to the mall. It was a hot ride over; by the time we got there, we were both very sweaty. We locked up our bicycles, and went in. The air-conditioning felt great as did the cool, smooth floor tile on our bare feet. We were both thirsty, so we got some soft-drinks from one of those food-vendor booths. We then just started to leisurely stroll around and window-shop. I did actually go there to get some bedding: sheets and also plastic undersheets. You knew what those were for; indeed, we had lots of fun previously with them. It was getting near lunch time and we were both hungry. We stopped at a pizza and pasta joint in the mall and chowed down on big plates of baked mostacholi and had another big drink each. While we were eating, I moved my bare foot onto yours under the table, caressing you. You looked up and gave me a big smile. I love your warm smile--it makes me turn to Silly-Putty.

You took your other foot and did the same to me. Your callused sole felt nice stroking the top of my foot as did your gentle toes. We has finished eating quickly before either of us got too worked up and went back out into the mall. We went to the bedding store; I went in and you waited outside. When I came back out with the package, you had seated yourself on a bench. Your legs were outstretched and your feet were crossed at the ankle and such that I could see your soles. They had gotten completely black with dirt from both outside and in the mall. You knew I found dirty feet a turn-on from the "care-free, donīt give a shit that feet are getting dirty so long as theyīre free from hot, uncomfortable shoes" attitude. I walked over to you. "I know youīre sitting like that on purpose."

"I know you know." You gave me a devious, grin.

I could tell you were horny and so was I. "Ready to go?" I asked suggestively.

"Where to?"

"You know where...back to my place."

"Iīve got to take a leak." You teased me like that implying you wanted to go to the menīs room.

"Nope," I interrupted. "Youīre gonna need to hold it."

"Then letīs go before I burst." You got up and started to walk. I followed. We walked through the mall doors and the hot air hit us like a wall. The temperature had risen to the upper 80s as forecast. We unlocked our bicycles and rode back. We got back to my place, set our bicycles aside, and went to my apartment door. We were both sopping wet. Our shirts had huge sweat stains on them and out hair was matted and damp. As I put the key into my lock, you leaned on my shoulders, bent down a bit placing your nose under my right armpit and inhaled deeply. I stopped moving to let you enjoy it. You exhaled and inhaled deeply again. "God, you really smell good...so good," you told me.

"I know!" I boasted confidently. I turned the doorknob, turned around, and led you inside my the hand. After I closed the door, I leaned back against it, shutting it, then just raised by arms over my head and closed my eyes. I didnīt have to tell you what do. You came forward and put your face right into my right, stained armpit. You took the shirt material into you mouth and sucked on it, sucking out my sweat. I moaned with erotic pleasure. Having you there sucking my sweat with your face buried in my raunchy pit was a huge turn-on. My cock was already stiff, straining against my shorts, and oozing precum. I couldnīt stand it any more--I pulled off your shirt, then you pulled off mine. I bent down and licked your nipples and chest. They were deliciously sweaty and salty. You stopped me.

"Letīs get the bed ready. Remember, Iīve still gotta pee...really bad now." We took the plastic sheets to the bedroom, pulled off the covers and sheets, and put on the plastic ones quickly.

"You know, Iīve got to relieve myself soon too." You came over to me, planted your lips on mine, shoving your hot tongue into my mouth. We started undoing our shorts. They dropped to the floor; neither of us was wearing underwear. Our cocks popped out, straight and stiff. We played with each other, stroking each other. More precum came from my piss-slit and it made a good lube. I motioned you to lay on the bed. There you were: a beautiful male specimen, all hot, sweaty and smelly. Precum was oozing from your dick too and has leaked down to your thigh forming an unbroken string. I dove into your hairy armpits. You were really wet there and the odor was strong and raunchy--I loved it.

"Yeah...lick those pits out, you fuckinī piece of scum," you told me. I love it when you verbally abuse me like that. "You sick fuck...look at you, you like my hot man-stench, donīt you?" You words were making me so hot. We were belly-to-belly, humping each other, cock-to-cock, sliding around in the puddle of precum that has been oozing constantly from both of us. "Yeah...lick me clean, lick every fuckinī hair clean...god-damned scum lover." I recognized my bodies signs; I was close to cuming. Your right pit was now soaked with my spit, I switched over to your left. "You just canīt get enough, can you? Youīd better clean that one just as good as you cleaned the other one. Man...than feels so fuckinī good." The fresh, strong odor of your other pit energized me; it pushed me over the edge. I removed my face from your pit to look you straight on.

"Ugh...ugh," and with one final thrust, "UuuuGHHH!!" I screamed as I lifted myself slightly off of you. My cum shot out between us, hitting your face, spurt after spurt of glorious, hot cum. By this time, you had gotten so worked up that my cuming was almost enough to put you over the edge.

"KEEP IT GOING!" you commanded me. With my dick still outputting cum in aftershocks, I slopped my hand into it and grabbed your cock. I gave you slow, steady strokes. The look on your cum-covered face told me you were very close to ejaculating. It only took a few strokes. "UugHHH!!" you screamed as the first spurt of your hot cum shot out of your dick, hitting me in the chest; the second and third spurts coated my belly, the remainder fell back landing on your already cum-covered chest. Your cum was dripping off me back onto you; you had cum buckets. I collapsed onto you, our cum mixing together between us, slippery and warm. We were sweatier now than when we had started.

"Fuckinī A, man." I giggled uncontrollably. I always got the giggles after ejaculating from a hot scene because it felt _so_ damned good, such a release. I playfully smeared my cum on your face around, around your lips. You sucked it off my fingers. After a few minutes, I slid off you and down...down to your hot, filthy feet. I gazed upon your large, masculine feet. "Man, your feet look beautiful: nice and black with dirt, filth, and grime...they look so natural that way...they look so hot." Each toe had its own blackness on the bottom. "Your toes are so large and beautiful, so succulent-looking." I began to caress them, feeling their wonderful, sculpted, manly form.

"Go ahead," you started, "I know you want them. You want to lick my feet clean, donīt you?"

"Oh, yeah...very badly," I answered, my eyes closing, envisioning myself licking them in my mindīs eye. My cock was getting hard again.

"Well then, do it! What are you waiting for? A fuckinī invitation?" That was all I need to hear. I thrust my face against both your dirty soles and inhaled deeply. Of course, from being bare all day, they didnīt stink at all, but it was as if I had put my nose to the ground and smelled the gutters of the streets, the wonderful, different mix of smells of dirt, grime, spit, garbage, and other wastes. I started slowly by just kissing your soles all over and your toes, wanting to make this foot-sex scene last as long as possible. Finally, I outstretched an eager tongue and plastered it against the ball of your left foot, pulling up slowly. Your skin was callused and very tough as the soles of a manīs feet should be. "Ohhh...yeah, man," you moaned out as waves of sheer pleasure traveled up your body from your feet. "That feels so fuckinī nice. Lick my feet, you hot foot slave." I licked at your foot again and my spit had moistened up some of the dirt. My spit was becoming dark as was my tongue. It felt a bit gritty in my mouth, but it was wonderful. I began stroking my cock. "You like that too, donīt you? Look at yourself...what an utter low-life. Youīre down at my dirty feet licking them clean." I loved the subservient nature of this act...the thought made me so hot. By now I had made a clean spot on the ball of your foot, so I moved my way down toward your heel. The dirty spit was running down your foot and it was all over my face. Your heel was very hard and incredibly encrusted with dirt. I was working very hard with my tongue to clean it for you, my lover. I not only was licking your foot, but I was sucking the skin. I also licked your ankle. God! I loved a manīs ankles...so damn sexy...just made for a tongue to glide over. I worked my way back up your foot and had done a good job of getting much of the dirt off. I saved your filthy toes for last. I took each one into my mouth in turn staring with your small toe. I sloshed my tongue all over it and sucked it for all I was worth.

I loved the wisps of hair on your manly toe-knuckles; it reminded me that I was sucking a _manīs_ toes. Your big toe was the best. It had a hard-as-leather callused spot on the bottom and was wonderfully filthy. I also made sure to lick any dirt out from between your toes. I was rock hard and I had a ridiculous precum flow onto the carpet. You were just lying back enjoying every second of the sensations, gently stroking yourself. Any tension you had in your body was literally being sucked away. "Are you done with that one?"

"Mmmm," was all I did.

"What a good foot-slave you are; thank you. For your reward, you get to lick my other foot clean."

"MMMM!" You shoved your other foot in front of me and I started again. It was just as good as the first. When I was finished, I sat up, very satisfied, my face covered in dirty spit.

"Iīve got to piss really bad now. Come on back up here and help me out, wonīt you?" I jumped up at the offer.

"Yes, Iīve got to piss too...plus something more, I said as a smirk crossed my face.

"How long?"

"Mmmm...ībout two days."

"Me too actually." My eyes widened at what going to be in store. We switched places with me now under you, your cock aimed right at me. Your cock was staring me in the face, semi hard and veiny, oozing precum out the end. I touched your piss slit and spun a golden thread of precum from your cockhead to my lips.

"Tasty," I said and smiled. You loved the way I smiled--so sweet and yet so perverted.

"I have something even tastier for you," you said, and bent over to drop your penis into my waiting mouth. I started sucking on your cock like a calf sucks on its motherīs udder. But instead of cowīs milk, my lips were greeted with the warm salty taste of your golden urine. Your bladder felt like it was ready to burst, and it was hard for you to get more than a couple of drops out. But then the drops became a slow trickle, and suddenly the flood gates opened.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned contently as you fed me an ever increasing stream of your piss waste. Now you were emptying into me with the force of a flushing toilet. It was all I could do to swallow gulps of piss juice without spilling any, but it became a hopeless cause.

Before long the yellow piss was spilling out over my chin. God, did that ever look so hot and erotic. Then finally I had to pull my mouth away to gasp for air. Immediately your heavy stream of piss spilled all over me, and I coughed a full mouthful of warm yellow liquid out of my mouth all over your chest.

You laughed. "You sick fucker," you admonished me, and I began laughing and rubbing your piss all over my arms, chest, and stomach. The golden fluid collected in small pools on the plastic sheet around the outline of my legs and crotch.

Gradually you was aware of my throbbing penis against your ass crack. "Youīre such a sick perverted fucker," you said, then grabbed my cock in your fist. "I really really have to go, Don," I begged you. "Itīs hurting so bad and I donīt think I can hold it any more."

You loved it when I begged like that. It made you so horny and hot for me. And it made you want to take our sex over the edge, to a new, even sicker plateau. As my cock kept pushing up against your ass I had an idea. You took a broad swipe at the piss soaking in a great pool on my chest, and liquid dripping from your hand, you grabbed my cock and started stroking it with your piss. My cock was now super hard and slick and wet with urine, and you grabbed hold of my shaft and led my cockhead to the tip of yout asshole. Taking a deep breath, you took my dick and forced it slowly but forcefully up into your hole. Instantly you felt a sharp pain shoot up into your groin. Your eyes watered. My cock split your spinchter ring and in one fell swoop slid all the way into your ass up to the base of my balls.

"What do you want me to do, fuck you?" I asked, open-eyed.

"No," you replied, "I want you to relieve yourself!"

My mouth dropped open at the suggestion. We had never done anything like that before. I thought at first that you were kidding, but the pain in my side and the pressure in my bladder was too much for me to waste time arguing with you. I had been holding back for so long, it took you a tremendous force of effort just to relax my groin enough to let the piss well up in my cock. But slowly, the warm sweet sensation of impending release welled up in my groin and pushed unrelentingly against my piss slit. Before I knew it, I was exploding into your ass, filling your gut with warm, delicious urine.

As I releived myself inside you, we looked deeply into each otherīs eyes, taking full measure of all the lustful perversity we were about to unleash on one another. I just laid there, my only feeling of relief as my bladder emptied and your gut filled. You were beginning to groan as the pressure inside you increased.

"Uugghh...ohhh...I feel so full...I canīt fucking stand it, fill me more!" you cried. I had all I could do to not think about this incredible scene happening so my cock could stay semi-limp and I could continue to pee. Finally, though, my stream slowed to a halt. We both just stayed there, frozen for a moment, relishing what had just happened and thinking about what was about to happen. I was now allowing myself the luxury of an erection. "Ohhh...your hot piss is boiling my guts; it hurts...it fucking hurts so good!"

"Hold it, man--hang on to it!" I ordered you.

"I canīt for much longer...I canīt."

"Pull off me, man, and quickly!" You heaved yourself up off my steel cock and a little of my piss splashed out of your ass onto my cock and balls before you clenched your ass shut. "Turn around!" I said. The urgency added a wonderful, almost disturbing sense of excitement to the air. Instead of kneeling, you crouched up onto your feet. The urine on the bed pooled around them. You managed to turn around so that your sweaty, hairy ass was facing me. I stroked it, rubbing my hands through the damp, matted hair. I ran my finger up through your ass crack. You let out an "MMM!" as the sensation shot up your spinal column.

"I canīt hold...it," you cried, strain evident in your voice. I was getting so hot for what was about to happen, what I was about to experience. It would be so dirty, so perverse, so fucking sick; this made it all the more exciting.

Finally I shouted, "Do it! Do it, man! Let go...use me as your fucking toilet!" A split-second later, you relaxed your sphincter: an explosion of hot piss and shit blasted out of your ass landing all over my belly and chest.

"OHHHHHH!" you bellowed finally being able to release the immense pressure. The shit had become very diluted by my piss, very runny. The hot, stinking mixture began streaming down the side of my body and onto the bed. The stench wafted up off me, filling the room; it was incredible. The mixture was accompanied by spurts of gas, followed by somewhat firmer, but still fairly loose shit from deeper inside your bowels; it began piling up on my belly. As blobs of shit fell from your ass, they hit the pool of the looser mixture and splashed some up onto my face. "PHEW!...man, it feels so fucking good to get that out...ohhh!" By this time, I was beyond being turned-on; I had lost control of my senses. I was being swept away by waves of disgust, depravity, and perhaps insanity; but I didnīt care.

"Slide back here, now!" I commanded you. Your sweaty, hairy, incredibly soiled anus was the center of my world now. You were surprised, but perversely delighted by my order. I plunged my tongue right into your anal opening. I was greeted by the strong, bitter taste of your shit. It by far dominated the taste of my piss. Your shit and piss-covered hole-hairs brushed all over my face, tangling with my beard, transferring fecal matter to it, and coated my nose. The odor was so bad, it was good...no, it was great!

"Ssss!...oooooh...ughhhh" you moaned as the attentions of my masterful, subservient tongue glided and probed, cleaning your anus up as far into your body as I could get it. I loved tongue-fucking your hot man-hole in general, feeling the warm, soft flesh beyond your sphincter, but this was incredible. The tastes, the smells of a hot, male shit-hole in all it vile glory. You had begun playing with the pile of shit you left on my belly. You smeared it all over my, covering my skin, then you globbed in onto my cock and began jerking me off using your hot shit as lube. You coated be really well until there wasnīt a white patch of skin anywhere to be found on my abdomen. I also reached around you and slopped my hands into your shit, then reached up, stroking your chest, leaving beautiful streaks of brown, chocolatey shit behind. I also started jerking you off in return. Both of us were oozing precum like there was no tomorrow and as far as I was concerned, there wasnīt. You had begin rhythmically riding my face as I was tongue-fucking your shit-hole, all in lock-step with jerking each other off. You let out a wicked fart right into my face: "Aw, man," you mumbled, then broke an ever bigger wind. That one was a "wet fart" depositing a fresh mixture of piss and shit right into my eager mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned as I sucked it away, swallowing it into my belly. With my free hand, I grabbed you around your waist and pulled you ever so tight against my face. I wanted my tongue to get so far up into your bowels that I wanted it to emerge from the other end in your mouth! That fresh bit of funky shit-piss mixture sent me over the edge. My shit-covered cock began explosively shooting hot semen onto your chest and face. Other spurts landed on your throbbing cock mixing with the piss and shit already there. You started spewing forth your hot man juice, some of it landing back onto my cock, which was still spewing semen. Our mutual ejaculation spasms finally subsided, and you fell off me, landing to my side, sloshing into the plentiful amount of our waste on the bed. My face was covered your shit as was each hair of my beard. I licked your shit off my lips and swallowed. The foul, bitter taste of you lingered, constantly reminding me of our perverted acts. This was truly the ultimate expression of disgust. It was heaven. "That was fucking incredible, man...fuckinī A," I said, a bit winded. A few minutes passed as we just laid there, panting, sweating like crazy. But I wasnīt done yet. "You know, I havenīt gone in two days, remember?" We both lied there in the explosion of my bowels, beyond disgust, beyond filth, as if we had both been born and bred in a sewer, the foul smells caressing our bodies, the liquid waste all around us as if were the internal organs of some foul disgusting creature that had been slit open and its guts allowed to spill out all over the bed.

As soon as I reminded you that I hadnīt gone in two days, you immediately felt surprisingluy energized, like we had dragged ourselves this far into perversion, and there was nothing left to do but to pull ourselves all the way down.

You traded places with me on the bed, sinking into the pool of waste on the sheet. I straddled your chest. You looked into my eyes.

"I want to share my filth with you," I announced lovingly. I bent over and kissed you ever so lightly with my brown, smeared lips. The foul smell of shit and piss rose from my breath and enveloped your senses. You were turned on like you had never been turned on before. My foul tasting tongue probed deeply into your mouth. My shit-encrusted beard tickled the end of your goatee. Our mustaches meshed like brillo as our tongues alternately smeared and licked up the bowel waste on our faces.

"I have something more for you my sweet," I cooed into your ear, as I raised my ass ever so lightly off your stomach, and you could feel the strain of my muscles in my stomach, first tightening, then letting go.

I gazed plaintively into your eyes as my gut released its contents onto your stomach. You could feel the warm, soft tip of my shit press down against your navel. It pressed firmer now, and wider, and warmer. You knew without looking that this was going to be one of the biggest dumps I had ever taken. Just from the look in my eyes, you knew it was massive, that it would come close to devouring you. We loved every second of it.

When I finally got up to show you what I had done, you looked down to see a huge pile of steaming hot, dark, brown shit-turds covering your stomach. It was wonderous...so firm, so cylindrical, like a huge pile of sausage almost. "I want to take a moment to admire this," you said, urging me not to touch it for a few moments so that you could take it all in--all the filth and perversion of having another manīs humongous pile of shit dumped right there on your belly!

"Before we do anything else," you said, "I want to be your toilet paper." I looked at you and smiled lovingly. "Yes," was all I said, as I turned around and thrust my ass into your face. It was the most wonderful beautifully dirty ass you had ever seen. My ass hair was all matted down and brown from shit smear. There was still a piece of shit, a couple of inches long, that was still caught inside my ass when the rest of my load had dumped out on you. It was this piece of turd that you attacked first with your mouth. You pulled my ass down against your face, and opened your mouth and bit that turd right off the end of my ass, taking it all in one piece in your mouth, mashing it between your lips and tongue, and swallowing it in one bite.

"My God!" I thought. "Youīve done it! Youīve done the unthinkable! Youīve eaten another manīs shit! The one thing that society finds the most vile act of all. You would be less ostrasized and condemned if you had murdered someone than to have committed this most unforgivable of all acts! And you enjoyed it! More than that, you became one with it. You *were* vile and disgusting and I loved you for it!"

You finished eating out my ass, and licking clean all my individual ass hairs, when I lifted myself up off of you, and bent over to give you a kiss, to join my mouth with yours and eat my own shit out of your mouth, licking at your lips, trading shit-flavored saliva.

Then I rose up and gave you another view of the massive pile of excrement lying, waiting, so inviting on your stomach.

"Itīs time we did something about this," I said.

"Do anything...do EVERYthing!" you begged. I plunged my raging hard cock into the pile of shit and began to fuck it with abandon, thrusting myself into the warm, smooth mound.

"Awwww!...Mmmm..." I moaned as my cock disappeared into the stinking brown mass. Its texture was wonderfully stimulating. I lowered myself more, laying in my own shit, pressing against you, squashing the pile between us. Our shitty lips met again and we kissed passionately. I rubbed my hands along your sides smearing the shit that had been pushed out by my weight up and down your body. I mixed it with the pools of brown excrement slime on the bed, slopping up your body really well. I lifted up off of you a bit. As it did, the creamy shit was stuck to both of us, especially you since your chest was much hairier, as if you had pulled a peanut butter sandwich apart. I slopped my hand into the shit around your nipples, twirling it, covering my hand and fingers. I laid back down on you and brought my coated hand up to your mouth. You started lapping the shit off my hand and fingers. I joined you in your mission, our tongues gliding over my hand, over each other, absolutely delighting in consuming my bodily waste. The level of perversion and depravity were beyond anything either of us could have dreamed; we had lost all control of ourselves. It was too much for you, lying there, being your loverīs toilet, having me hump your belly, fucking the shit. You started to ejaculate, expelling your semen into the shit near my cock.

"Ugghhhhh!...Ohhhh!" you cried as your cum ripped through your penis. I, feeling the immense force of your spurting ejaculate and your hot cum sliming up the shit under my cock sent me over the edge.

I through my head up: "Ugghhhh!" My savage scream echoed off buildings far away as my cock dumped and continued to dump buckets of hot man juice between us, mixing with yours and the shit. I slid off of you to one side, sliding into a pool of urine on the bed. It had cooled a bit and felt good against my hot, sweaty body. I rested my head against your shit-covered shoulder. We were breathing heavily, exhausted, spent of everything out bodies could output: piss, shit, and cum. We drifted off to sleep. We knew would be repeating this scene again and again, only perhaps even more disgusting and more perverse.

THE END



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Re: All men are not created equal
A guy walks into the local welfare office, marches
> straight up to
> the counter and says, "Hi . . . You know, I just
> HATE drawing
> welfare. Iīd really rather work".
>
> The social worker behind the counter says, "Your
> timing is excellent.
> We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old
> man who wants a
> chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter.
> Youīll have to
> drive around in his Mercedes, but heīll supply all
> of your clothes.
> Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.
> Youīll be
> expected to escort her on her overseas holiday
> trips. Youīll have a
> two-bedroom apartment above the garage. The starting
> salary is $200,000 a
> year".
>
> The guy says, "Youīre bullshitting me!"
>
> The social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started
> it."
>





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