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Harper’s Big Gay Thread on 9/16/2025 3:51:25 PMHarper’s Big Gay Thread on 9/16/2025 3:50:55 PM
This is 100% real, this is my own confession to you all.
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Harper’s Big Gay Thread on 9/16/2025 3:34:29 PM
I have no life, getting assailed by a thousand black cocks at all hours of the day would require me to go outside. I was lying about being a snowbunny femboy to sound more impressive-- My only pleasure in this life is frogs. I get them delivered to my basement bathroom window via subscription service. Big, black, frogs. Live frogs. I shove them up my ass and whenever the people who moved in after my mom died open the door upstairs I bend over and shoot them out like a cannon. They scream, they weep, they cannot sleep. I hear them pacing around upstairs and getting into arguments. Their family is falling apart but I do what I can to maintain my territory. Ever since the water started leaking in down here I've been breeding bigger and blacker frogs to shove up my ass. It's so deep that the water comes over the toilet bowl, so I've just started pissing and shitting at my computer desk since it all goes to the same place. I have to sleep on a bed made of my dad's inflatable blowup wives that he left behind when he left my mom, shortly after he caught me anal-horking my first garden toad. I glued them together with what little rubber cement I have left-- Most of my rubber cement jars are completely dried out because I used to spend all day huffing their scrumptious glue fumes and jacking off before this new family moved in and started trying to get me out of their basement. The frogs grow fat on the mosquitoes and maggots that infest my turd swamp, and the ceiling has started to sag from the congealed smell withering the beams.
Every day they open the basement door I shart increasingly large frogs at them. We are engaged in a game of chicken that will end our very lives-- This war will end when the family gives up, the house gives way, or my rectum bursts from the sheer volume of writhing frogflesh what has been lodged in my hole, and not a moment sooner.
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