Journal Cock Cockwood's Journal: All Hands on Deck! 2
Hi there silly buns! My name is Scott Lockwood, but my friend
Teddy calls me Vladinator, and sometimes "Rubberneck." I'm
skilled in the arts of reach-around, felching, hot lunch and
sodomy! I also run a site that used to be dedicated to weakass trolling, but now it's a breeding ground
for three-bit hacks and talentless writers!
I have a wife named Reza, but that's merely a façade marriage to divert attention from my true lifestyle, although I often enjoy burying my face in dimpled thigh fat and inhaling her rich yeast scent. I also love to purse my lips.
I suppose my downward spiral of perversion can be easily traced, right back to the ripe age of six! Father McCallihan (Catholicism is the easiest institution to scope homoerotic sexual activity, bar none) at St. Andrew's Cathedral lured me into his priest chambers with the promise of sweets. I got something much better. He penetrated my young asshole with the foot-end of a lubed crucifix that day, and I continued to willingly return for more fun every subsequent Sunday.
What came next in my life is what I consider to be the next important step in my life.
Father McCallihan urged me to join the U.S. Navy. I was reluctant at first, but after Father McCallihan explained to me a new acquisition of young meat, thoughts of sweaty tight-ended sailors got me hard. I had to join. I spent eight WONDERFUL years circle jerking and showering nude with young men. My best memories are from shore leave in the Philippines, where a glass bottle of Coca Cola buys you a rimjob from a local 13 year old boy. I will cherish those days, because sadly I was courtmartialed after being caught ankle deep in Ensign Henderson's rectum with Deck-Ape Richards in my ass on the Rear Admiral's desk! Ooopssssss!
Every time I'm cited as an irritating prick by my online friends, I curl up into a fetal position and sob for two hours in my stained bathtub. I feel better about myself after Reza empties her bowels on me while I sob.
But life goes on. I am somewhat happier now that I've met Teddy through the classified ads, and my weekend flings with Emad El- Haraty, a hardcore rimmer. mmmmmmmm.
Toodles!
I have a wife named Reza, but that's merely a façade marriage to divert attention from my true lifestyle, although I often enjoy burying my face in dimpled thigh fat and inhaling her rich yeast scent. I also love to purse my lips.
I suppose my downward spiral of perversion can be easily traced, right back to the ripe age of six! Father McCallihan (Catholicism is the easiest institution to scope homoerotic sexual activity, bar none) at St. Andrew's Cathedral lured me into his priest chambers with the promise of sweets. I got something much better. He penetrated my young asshole with the foot-end of a lubed crucifix that day, and I continued to willingly return for more fun every subsequent Sunday.
What came next in my life is what I consider to be the next important step in my life.
Father McCallihan urged me to join the U.S. Navy. I was reluctant at first, but after Father McCallihan explained to me a new acquisition of young meat, thoughts of sweaty tight-ended sailors got me hard. I had to join. I spent eight WONDERFUL years circle jerking and showering nude with young men. My best memories are from shore leave in the Philippines, where a glass bottle of Coca Cola buys you a rimjob from a local 13 year old boy. I will cherish those days, because sadly I was courtmartialed after being caught ankle deep in Ensign Henderson's rectum with Deck-Ape Richards in my ass on the Rear Admiral's desk! Ooopssssss!
Every time I'm cited as an irritating prick by my online friends, I curl up into a fetal position and sob for two hours in my stained bathtub. I feel better about myself after Reza empties her bowels on me while I sob.
But life goes on. I am somewhat happier now that I've met Teddy through the classified ads, and my weekend flings with Emad El- Haraty, a hardcore rimmer. mmmmmmmm.
Toodles!
ISSUE #001: Sex Advice With Dr. Scott Lockwood! (Score:1)
Sex Advice With Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD)
Editor's Note:
Sex Advice with Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD) will be a weekly column in which renowned homocologist Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD) answers the sexual questions you've always been too afraid to ask. As a dedicated felcher, cocksmoker, rimmer, and sodomite, Dr. Scott (PhD) is well qualified to answer any questions you might have. Unless your question involves females, in which case he'll have no clue. Please restrict your questions to his medical specialty, the field of homocology.
Please reply to this post/diary with your sex questions for Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD), and I'll select the best ones and pass them on to him for him to include in the next issue. If you require confidentiality or don't want to post in a public forum, then e-mail your questions to lockwood@pediatrician.com [mailto]. Confidentiality is guaranteed.
Our first question comes from a Mr. Peter "Shoeboy" Johnson in Utah.
Editor's Note:
Excellent question, Peter! Thanks for writing in! It's good to see thriving homosexual communities all around the country. Just watch out for all those Mormons in Salt Lake City: I hear that the penalty for Sodomy in your state is still death by firing squad. Don't get caught!
I passed your question along to the good doctor, and he replies...
Editor's Note:
I hope you've enjoyed the first issue of Sex Advice with Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD). Post your sex questions here, and Dr. Scott (PhD) may include them in the next issue, or e-mail them in [mailto].
Best Wishes,
Teh Editorial Staff
(DISCLAIMER: Sex Advice with Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD) is intended for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as a substitute for qualified medical advice. The use of the terms "Dr." and "PhD" should not be construed as implying that Dr. Scott Lockwood (PhD) is a licensed medical professional.)