| 28th July 2004 - 03:49:02 PM |
| 9242 : Ugoff |
| Please. I am Ugoff. |
| 28th July 2004 - 05:16:47 PM |
| 9243 : Ridin\' Spinnas |
| I believe you have my Ridin' Spinnas? |
| 28th July 2004 - 05:34:13 PM |
| 9244 : Ridin\' Spinnas |
| Please, I am Ridin\' Spinnas. |
| 28th July 2004 - 05:34:42 PM |
| 9245 : for those who care |
| A Perfect Art I committed a perfect crime, and in order for it to be a perfect one, it should not be mystified forever; it should be disclosed, it should be known that it was a perfect crime, and the only revealer should be the perpetrator himself. I'm greatly honored by this punishment; my crime was a perfect art, and I wanted the consequence of it to be the last piece of it. Had I been sentenced something besides execution, I would have felt a deep desperation, for my art would have remained an unfinished one. Only upon my death the beauty of that perfect art should be completed, and I should be immortalized with it forever. As he proceeded to the loose, he did not look sad at all; he was calm, almost imperturbable. When his neck was placed on the loose, he closed his eyes, smiling. While being hung, he did not make any sound, nor did he exhibit a contorted face in pain, but he was grinning, almost laughing at the scene. Even after he died, his expression was not that of a repentant criminal crying over the irrevocability of the situation, but that of a morbid artist looking jubilantly at the completion of his art, a perfect one. |
| 28th July 2004 - 06:02:45 PM |
| 9246 : we don\'t care |
| BWAHAHAHAHA YOU STUPID FUCKING MORON YOU RAN OUT OF SPACE!!1 |
| 28th July 2004 - 06:04:44 PM |
| 9247 : PUBIC LICE THE PELVIC PEST |
| "I GOT VARMITS IN MY UNDERGARMENTS!!11" |
| 28th July 2004 - 06:14:09 PM |
| 9248 : Michael Jackson |
| I like boys. |
| 28th July 2004 - 06:31:00 PM |
| 9249 : Ugoff |
| Please. I am Ugoff. |
| 28th July 2004 - 08:02:24 PM |
| 9250 : Barry Gibb |
| Dammit Dustin! I made that reservation at the Motel D'arselove like you asked and you didn't show! I had the bucket of crabs and vaseline all ready and now I've lost the deposit! Looks like I'll have to dig up Maurice again.... |
| 28th July 2004 - 10:06:12 PM |
| 9251 : |
| to the writer of message 9235, leave this guestbook and do not come back! u obviously do not understand the purpose of this guestbook. it was set up to make fun of diamond and spread gay stories about him. why is that so hard for u to figure that out? are you some kind of dumbass? also, you write like a crackhead. half of your words are misspelled. do not return. |
| 28th July 2004 - 11:33:07 PM |
| 9252 : |
| here's a great yahoo group to queer up: http://tv.groups.yahoo.com/group/saved_by_the_bell/ |
| 28th July 2004 - 11:40:11 PM |
| 9253 : |
| look at the salty the pocketknife yahoo group: http://movies.groups.yahoo.com/group/saltythepocketknife/messages it's been gay for at least a year and a half |
| 28th July 2004 - 11:50:34 PM |
| 9254 : |
| even the dustin diamond yahoo group is gay: http://movies.groups.yahoo.com/group/dustindiamondheaven/messages |
| 29th July 2004 - 12:20:41 AM |
| 9255 : Ugoff |
| Please. I am Ugoff. |
| 29th July 2004 - 06:44:27 AM |
| 9256 : SHAQ |
| THIS SITE IS SO GAY, THERE IS NOTHING ON IT EXCEPT THE GUESTBOOK AND HEY SCREECH DID YOU REALLY WANNA FUK LISA TURTLE? LIKE IN REAL LIFE? SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT SCREECH IS A FAGGOT |
| 29th July 2004 - 07:14:37 AM |
| 9257 : Mystery Loves some Vomit |
| Oh dear, another one of those chapters dealing with butt fucking and cocksucking. SO GAY, indeed. My mother told me about you guys.....anyway I'm off now to the local bath house to get my nuts drained. Hoping you enjoy this:"""""""""""""""" That night, exhausted, back in my cell, I was glad to hear that my cellmates wanted their own nightly suck. I had been looking forward to sucking my cellmates again in gratitude for giving me such a wonderful day. I had completely forgotten, however, that birthmark wanted to fuck me in the ass. Birthmark told me he didn't want shit on his dick, so he had me take a shit first. I hung a blanket for privacy, then emptied my bowels. I kept flushing to keep the smell down. After lights out, I sucked the others who wanted it first. I spent over an hour, total, with the three of them. They deserved the best sucks I could give as a reward for the wonderful day they had given me. I took my time with each one of them, bringing them each to the best climax I could give. When it was time for me to be ass-fucked, I took my coveralls off and stood there naked in the center of my cell, like the day the cop transferred me there. No big deal anymore, except that my dick was now erect. They had all seen me this way in the showers all day anyway. Birthmark told me to put my sock on my dick in case I came so I wouldn't get it on his bed. That got me excited. Could I actually cum just from being ass-fucked? Why not? I had cum several times that day just from sucking dicks! I had forgotten in all the excitement of all the dicks I sucked in the shower that day to save my butter from dinner. Fortunately for me, Birthmark hadn't forgotten. I asked if I could suck his dick first, for a little bit, to get him good and hard, then grease my ass and his dick up with the butter before he fucked me. That was OK, he said. He hung his blanket from the top bunk, like a curtain, hiding us from our cellmates. I was a little afraid, and I guess sucking was my way of stalling. I sucked slowly while fingering my ass with the butter. I was half-stalling, but also enjoying sucking this long dick so much I didn't want it out of my mouth. I was truly most grateful to Birthmark for today's enjoyment. Selling me was his idea and he was the lead promoter, the one who started it all, the one who protected me from the angry whites. I sucked his dick with what might be called love. I worshipped it but felt half scared, half honored, that he would soon be using it to fuck my ass. My finger was really starting to feel good in my ass. I was starting to focus my attention there. I added a second finger, then a third. I wanted it wide enough to take him without pain. I shoved my fingers as deep up my ass as I could. When I thought I was about as greased as I could get, and I couldn't postpone it any longer, I stopped sucking and began greasing up his dick, then laid face down, legs spread, butt pushed up skyward on his bunk as he mounted me from behind. I made sure my sock was securely in place so as not to cum on his bedding. Remembering how long and slowly I had worked with my 1 1/4" dowel, I asked him to go slowly. At first, he did. He was able to get past the anal opening easily enough, but up a couple or three inches the opening was too small for his meaty dick. He pressed slowly, but firmly several times. That was OK. Then he must have gotten impatient. I felt him push hard. The pain was unbearable! I couldn't help myself. I screamed out loud. I know everyone on the floor had to have heard me. As much as it hurt, he still hadn't been able to go past the smaller opening. It was hurting, but he wasn't getting anywhere. He kept pushing. I was biting my arm to keep down the screaming. I begged him to stop. With the blanket covering shielding us, our cellmates could not see what was going on, but they could hear every word, every scream and every whimper. I said I would gladly let him fuck me as deep and as long as he wanted, but he had to let me take it in at first, myself, and at my own pace. He didn't seem to want to go for that. He seemed to want to force it in. Teach this bitch a lesson. Yet, apparently, he now had some compassion for me, as well. It was as if he was torn between really wanting to hurt me, and some kind of tenderness for me, his favorite whore. Then I told him "Besides, if we do this right, if I really get to enjoy it too, we can add it to our offerings tomorrow and you can probably get TWO packs for anyone who wants to ass fuck me. They'll probably be willing to pay it because those guys will be getting both head AND ass, just like you're getting." This line of reasoning seemed to convince him. He agreed to let me take it in myself, at my own pace. I'll be forever grateful to him for that. He could have hurt me badly. We switched positions. He lay on his back, his dick was still clean, just a little buttery. I gratefully kissed, sucked and fondled him again to keep him hard, making him feel as good as I could in gratitude both for the day he gave me that I'll never forget, and for not raping me. Then I spun around and straddled his knees with my knees, facing away from him and squatting down over his dick. I began to take his nine-inch dick up my ass. His head slipped past the anal opening easily again, but when his dick got to that tight part, I alternately applied pressure, then backed off, then applied pressure again, all the while concentrating on relaxing my anus muscles. I reached down between my legs and caressed his balls and held the base of his dick. Working his dick in and out of my ass, it started to go a little deeper each time. I found that if I tried shitting on his dick while pushing down on it, the muscles spread my anal opening and his dick could enter deeper. It's pointed head was ideally shaped for working into the small opening, then stretching it wider as it slowly wedged its way up my ass. Finally, I felt it slip past the tight inner opening and felt a rush as his dick slipped all the way up inside me. After a couple of slow exits and re-entries, I was able to take the full length of his dick all the way in, all the way out and all the way in again, just as easily and quickly as part of it had gone in and out of my mouth. Apparently once my ass stretches enough to handle a given dick, it stays stretched to accommodate it! My ass hole had stretched enough where I could let his dick all the way out of the previously tight area, then take it back in again just as easily as if it had stayed up in there. I told him that if he wanted, we could turn back over so he could fuck me the way he wanted to in the first place. He didn't answer right away, so I continued to pump my ass up and down on his shaft while continuing to caress his balls. My dick was rock hard. The sock was sticking straight out. He still wasn't getting every inch of his dick in me, which was why he was ass-fucking me in the first place. So he had me get off of him, he crawled to the end of the bed so that I could turn around and lay face down again. He then re-entered me without any resistance from my ass. Apparently anus stretching lasts a while. I raised my butt up as high as he seemed to want it. He fucked me deeper this way than he had been able to before, with full, long, hard strokes. He was now getting it all the way in. Because a dick is flexible, it was able to bend a little to navigate the turns of my colon, unlike the wood doweling I had used before. This allowed him to push further up the twists and turns of my colon than I was ever able to get the dowel. I could now feel his hips pressing hard against my buttocks each time he bottomed out. I also could feel the top of his balls slap against the bottom of my balls with each bottoming stroke. I enjoyed those feelings. I knew he was getting the entire shaft in me now, all the way to the hilt. This was what he wanted, so this is what I wanted. This was why we were ass-fucking instead of sucking. I really liked the feeling of his dick so deep in my ass. His dick was caressing something deep inside of me -- possibly my prostrate gland. Somehow this was giving me an additional sexual pleasure to the point of triggering an orgasm. His shaft was also massaging my entire anus. I didn't know I had so many nerve endings in my colon that could feel so good when massaged! I matched his fucking rhythm until I could feel his whole body shake on top of me. Whatever it was doing deep inside of me, with all the new sensations he gave me, his dick made me feel so good I came violently when he did. His request to have me wear a sock on my dick made it clear he had done this before, and knew what to expect. My ass felt so good while he was fucking me, then felt so empty when he withdrew. I told him I knew I would want to be ass-fucked many more times to regain that feeling of fullness and eliminate this feeling of emptiness I now had without him in me. I wondered aloud if I would now become as addicted to having a dick in my ass, just as I had become so addicted to having one in my mouth. I enjoyed helping him wash his dick afterward, and then kissed it one more time in gratitude. This time, he let me. Being ass-fucked was as great, and as fulfilling, as sucking a dick or being face-fucked. Each is different, and each equally wonderful. I really had no preference. As long as someone wanted his dick in me, I was going to be a happy little slut. Now, I would gratefully take it anywhere, in any body cavity they could stick it in. I especially looked forward to when I could get it both ways at once. |
| 29th July 2004 - 08:28:00 AM |
| 9258 : Chuck |
| Heeeeey Dusty, how's it hangin' ? Just thought you'd like to know that I found a pair of your Zubaz pants stuffed down the back of one of the toilets in our restroom here at the Fudge Tunnel - could you come and collect them please, they're making the place stink. Patrice was looking for you by the way, he doesn't think it's developed into full blown AIDS but you should probably give him a call just to be safe. See you again soon hon. xxxx |
| 29th July 2004 - 09:47:24 AM |
| 9259 : Chuck |
| Heeeeey Dusty, how's it hangin' ? Just thought you'd like to know that I found a pair of your Zubaz pants stuffed down the back of one of the toilets in our restroom here at the Fudge Tunnel - could you come and collect them please, they're making the place stink. Patrice was looking for you by the way, he doesn't think it's developed into full blown AIDS but you should probably give him a call just to be safe. See you again soon hon. xxxx |
| 29th July 2004 - 10:31:52 AM |
| 9260 : Dennis Haskins |
| Hey Dusty boy, remember me? I'm the one who forcefully took your anal virginity backstage during the second season of Saved by the Bell! Remember how much you cried when you noticed all the blood running down your legs and you thought you were dying? Boy, you sure were one stupid little cumguzzler, weren't you? I explained to you that you were only bleeding because I had popped your tight little butt cherry without using any lube. Then I proved it to you when I raped you the next week during lunch break and I used a whole jar of mayonnaise for lubrication. Well okay, there were still a couple minor streaks of crimson along my mayo-smeared cock, but at least it didn't hurt as much as before, right? Remember during the fourth season when I deposited 20 loads in your butt in one day, breaking my previous season three record of 15? I know how much it bothered you to walk around all day with so much of my salty seed swishing around inside you, your sore anus leaking gobs of it into the seat of your baggy zubaz every time you sat down, but you needed the protein anyway, you were pretty thin, afterall. Remember when you finally got sick of being raped by me and threatened to call the cops if I didn’t stop? I always said I would get you back for that. Remember during the final season wrap party for the original cast when we were all saying goodbye to each other and I whispered into your ear how sorry I was for everything I had put you through? Remember when you were walking to your car in the parking lot and somebody came up behind you and pulled a hefty bag over your head and raped you right there in the parking lot on the hood of your father’s shitty station wagon? Remember how hard your assailant would donkey punch you every time he climaxed deep inside your scrawny little butt? Remember when you lost consciousness after the eight donkey punch and you woke up naked in the backseat of your car, disoriented and bloody, and found a note stuck on the bloody swollen wounds on the back of your head? Remember how the note said to look at your ass in the mirror and when you did you discovered that I had tattooed my name on your butt? Boy, did I get you good! |
| 29th July 2004 - 10:55:57 AM |
| 9261 : Gay Zack |
| Wow Dennis, your story made me pitch a tent like never before - I never would have guessed that you knew those advanced moves. You are my hero for taking advantage of the young Dustin and giving him what he deserved. Maybe we can hook up for some fierce donkey punching action - you can even put a bag over my head while you do it - just make sure you take it off before I suffocate. Gayside High Football Rules! |