You were wondering: “What does it look like when you fuck your student on a desk?”  Now you know.  (Conner Habib/me with Bryce Star)

You were wondering: “What does it look like when you fuck your student on a desk?”  Now you know.  (Conner Habib/me with Bryce Star)

Reblogged from Fuck Yeah Conner Habib
The first time I fell in love. Dicks in boxer shorts. High school heartbreak. A dead squirrel. New writing by me.
“Senior year is the year time gets all fucked up and also the year I fall in love and I don’t think that’s a coincidence.
See because at the end of this year, summer won’t be summer anymore, it won’t be a break between school and school, like the place you go after you die but before you’re kicked back into life.  It won’t be a way station, it’ll just be hot and hotter and then collapse into red leaves and puffs of breath you can see and everyone will say, hey, it’s Autumn now.”
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“Guys I Wanted To Fuck in High School” is a series of short essays about growing up  frustrated in small-town Pennsylvania.  This is the fourth and final installment.  Later this year, they’ll all be available in print as chapbooks - each with a cover illustrated by a different artists.  
In the meantime, read, comment, reblog, and thank you for spending some time with me.

The first time I fell in love. Dicks in boxer shorts. High school heartbreak. A dead squirrel. New writing by me.

Senior year is the year time gets all fucked up and also the year I fall in love and I don’t think that’s a coincidence.

See because at the end of this year, summer won’t be summer anymore, it won’t be a break between school and school, like the place you go after you die but before you’re kicked back into life.  It won’t be a way station, it’ll just be hot and hotter and then collapse into red leaves and puffs of breath you can see and everyone will say, hey, it’s Autumn now.”

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“Guys I Wanted To Fuck in High School” is a series of short essays about growing up  frustrated in small-town Pennsylvania.  This is the fourth and final installment.  Later this year, they’ll all be available in print as chapbooks - each with a cover illustrated by a different artists.  

In the meantime, read, comment, reblog, and thank you for spending some time with me.

licking some Arab dick.  it sorta tasted like mine, not that I know what mine tastes like.  (Conner Habib/me)

licking some Arab dick.  it sorta tasted like mine, not that I know what mine tastes like.  (Conner Habib/me)

We must recognize the God within and at the same time not allow it to be the god we worship.
— Conner Habib (via livingthinking)
Reblogged from Living Thinking
A new entry in my essay series, “Guys I Wanted To Fuck in High School“is all written and ready to go. But blog traffic is better from Sunday-Wednesday, so I’m going to wait until next Sunday during the day.  In the meantime, enjoy the ridiculous just-post-high school photo of me above and read the earlier entries:
Guys I Wanted To Fuck In High School, Part 1: Gym Class - “I don’t know if this is normal, but in the early mornings before I left for school, I would actually get down on my knees and pray to God for the whole gym class to fuck me. Even the teacher. Especially the teacher.”
Guys I Wanted To Fuck In High School, Part 2: Hall Pass - “I look back down at Mr. Haines’s crotch and try to stay there, but it doesn’t work, everything is dispelled. I look into his eyes and can see he knows what I’ve been doing.  He sits up straight and stops relaxing, and his face turns red.”
Guys I Wanted To Fuck In High School, Part 3: Neighbor Boy - “He stares out the window of his bedroom and masturbates, thinking of an older boy, Lee, down the street, who should show up and rub his dick all over the boy’s face – If the boy just concentrates hard enough, Lee will show up.  He believes this with all his might: Just concentrate and things will happen.”
  

A new entry in my essay series, “Guys I Wanted To Fuck in High School“is all written and ready to go. But blog traffic is better from Sunday-Wednesday, so I’m going to wait until next Sunday during the day.  In the meantime, enjoy the ridiculous just-post-high school photo of me above and read the earlier entries:

Guys I Wanted To Fuck In High School, Part 1: Gym Class - “I don’t know if this is normal, but in the early mornings before I left for school, I would actually get down on my knees and pray to God for the whole gym class to fuck me. Even the teacher. Especially the teacher.”

Guys I Wanted To Fuck In High School, Part 2: Hall Pass - “I look back down at Mr. Haines’s crotch and try to stay there, but it doesn’t work, everything is dispelled. I look into his eyes and can see he knows what I’ve been doing.  He sits up straight and stops relaxing, and his face turns red.”

Guys I Wanted To Fuck In High School, Part 3: Neighbor Boy - “He stares out the window of his bedroom and masturbates, thinking of an older boy, Lee, down the street, who should show up and rub his dick all over the boy’s face – If the boy just concentrates hard enough, Lee will show up.  He believes this with all his might: Just concentrate and things will happen.”

  

see i make that face cause the thing is i like fucking asses and i’m about to do that so okay get it yeah (Conner Habib/me)

see i make that face cause the thing is i like fucking asses and i’m about to do that so okay get it yeah (Conner Habib/me)

writerbear:

Separated at Birth?

reunited by making out?

Reblogged from WriterBear's ManCave

Aw, my first time vine-ing getting buttfucked by daddies.  All for you guys because I love you. (Conner Habib/me)

Oh yeah, and I sucked @colbykeller’s dick in a New York apartment once.  (Conner Habib/me)

Oh yeah, and I sucked @colbykeller’s dick in a New York apartment once.  (Conner Habib/me)

Reblogged from Jerk Your Tool
Me, @bravodelta9 and @SteviePsyclone grab our dicks.  Now you grab yours.  (Conner Habib/me)

Me, @bravodelta9 and @SteviePsyclone grab our dicks.  Now you grab yours.  (Conner Habib/me)

Me on a mountain.  I think my expression says, “Hey, I’m on a mountain.”  (Conner Habib/me)  

Me on a mountain.  I think my expression says, “Hey, I’m on a mountain.”  (Conner Habib/me)  

After someone took this pic, I was like, why did I have a towel IN the shower?  But whatever.  (Conner Habib/me)

After someone took this pic, I was like, why did I have a towel IN the shower?  But whatever.  (Conner Habib/me)

The only story worth telling is the one that defies all reason, dismantles all philosophy, and disdains all wisdom.

Conner Habib

(via livingthinking)

Reblogged from Living Thinking
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