Story
I am writing some of my life down, this is a first draft let me know what you think.
So this one time when I was sixteen
I was sixteen, I was out at a coffee shop that was next door to the night club I frequented. Hanging out near midnight, minding my own business. I run into these two friends, these two crazy girl friends. They are looking slick and sleek, one almost six feet tall the other short and hot as shit. I love these girls, they always seem to know how to slide sideways, and come out looking amazing. They ask me if I want to come back to their motel, really how could I refuse. I am high on acid/alcohol/crystal at this point, soooI'mfeelin'allright.
We cram into the tiniest little fucking car that has ever graced pavement, and drive carefully (20mph over the speed limit) to the nicest Mormon hotel in all of Utardia. I drink some more, we make some noise, their is a fire extinguisher, thieved from the hallway, and used like silly string in the room.
This shitty drunk/high gay boy sucks me off, then and I mean THEN, he slowly crawls over to the couch. Now on this couch is a big smelly gutter punk, and when I say big I mean fucking huge. Unfortunately for him he didn't have the stamina to stay unpassedout. So lets guess what happens next, if we will.... Most of the night is a little hazy, but about this I am crystal clear!(Sorry for the interruption) He doesn't have much to do, the H.G.P. has already lost his shirt sometime during the fire extinguisher episode. He slowly unzips the man, and begins to gently suck his flaccid cock, it gets a little bigger, then keeps growing much harder, and we all began to see that the huge gutter punk was, well huge. The girls had gone to bed, I'm here in a fancy hotel room watching the glittery, just out of jail gay boy suck the dick of a gigantic strait gutter punk man. Needless to say I stayed and watched, and as he mouth fucked this man, I began to fade. As the beglittered gay pulled out a marker.... ahh to sleep I must, before I become a part of something that could get me killed. So if find my way to the bed of beautiful friends, and sweet fucked up sleep.
I am awake the next morning, the gay boy is gone, not a big surprise, but so is the Huge gutter punk. I notice his stuff is still there, I ask slick and sleek if they know where he went? It turns out that he has gone for a morning swim in the hotels, very own indoor swimming pool. Sunday fucking holy day swimming pool. I'm panicking a little, knowing that some of the blame could fall toward me, and I could be clobbered...
The door jumps open, he flies in followed by the screams of sweet families. The front of him is clean from the neck down to the top of his shorts, and the front of his legs are pristine. His forehead reads "fagot", and as he says "What the fuck happened last night" he turns around as he pules his pants a little bit down. Ringing his freshly shaved cock, it reads, "Sucked by a MAN" his back is covered in huge dick pictures, the backs of his legs have been shaved as well, and are covered by beautiful scenes of stick figures sucking dick.
Now as he turns around slick says what all of us are thinking, "That has got to be Fuck Juice in your hair". Now here I am thinking he is going to freak, and all he does is start laughing, I mean belting out a giggle/cackle, the likes of which I haven't heard since. He thought it was not only funny, but and I quote "That silly fagot musta' sucked a good fuckin dick to get me to suck him back off. Guess I'll never know now". If you look in the encyclopedia under good sport, I'm sure you'll find his fucked up mug.
I need to expand on it a bit,(well maybe a lot) but let me know what you think.
So this one time when I was sixteen
I was sixteen, I was out at a coffee shop that was next door to the night club I frequented. Hanging out near midnight, minding my own business. I run into these two friends, these two crazy girl friends. They are looking slick and sleek, one almost six feet tall the other short and hot as shit. I love these girls, they always seem to know how to slide sideways, and come out looking amazing. They ask me if I want to come back to their motel, really how could I refuse. I am high on acid/alcohol/crystal at this point, soooI'mfeelin'allright.
We cram into the tiniest little fucking car that has ever graced pavement, and drive carefully (20mph over the speed limit) to the nicest Mormon hotel in all of Utardia. I drink some more, we make some noise, their is a fire extinguisher, thieved from the hallway, and used like silly string in the room.
This shitty drunk/high gay boy sucks me off, then and I mean THEN, he slowly crawls over to the couch. Now on this couch is a big smelly gutter punk, and when I say big I mean fucking huge. Unfortunately for him he didn't have the stamina to stay unpassedout. So lets guess what happens next, if we will.... Most of the night is a little hazy, but about this I am crystal clear!(Sorry for the interruption) He doesn't have much to do, the H.G.P. has already lost his shirt sometime during the fire extinguisher episode. He slowly unzips the man, and begins to gently suck his flaccid cock, it gets a little bigger, then keeps growing much harder, and we all began to see that the huge gutter punk was, well huge. The girls had gone to bed, I'm here in a fancy hotel room watching the glittery, just out of jail gay boy suck the dick of a gigantic strait gutter punk man. Needless to say I stayed and watched, and as he mouth fucked this man, I began to fade. As the beglittered gay pulled out a marker.... ahh to sleep I must, before I become a part of something that could get me killed. So if find my way to the bed of beautiful friends, and sweet fucked up sleep.
I am awake the next morning, the gay boy is gone, not a big surprise, but so is the Huge gutter punk. I notice his stuff is still there, I ask slick and sleek if they know where he went? It turns out that he has gone for a morning swim in the hotels, very own indoor swimming pool. Sunday fucking holy day swimming pool. I'm panicking a little, knowing that some of the blame could fall toward me, and I could be clobbered...
The door jumps open, he flies in followed by the screams of sweet families. The front of him is clean from the neck down to the top of his shorts, and the front of his legs are pristine. His forehead reads "fagot", and as he says "What the fuck happened last night" he turns around as he pules his pants a little bit down. Ringing his freshly shaved cock, it reads, "Sucked by a MAN" his back is covered in huge dick pictures, the backs of his legs have been shaved as well, and are covered by beautiful scenes of stick figures sucking dick.
Now as he turns around slick says what all of us are thinking, "That has got to be Fuck Juice in your hair". Now here I am thinking he is going to freak, and all he does is start laughing, I mean belting out a giggle/cackle, the likes of which I haven't heard since. He thought it was not only funny, but and I quote "That silly fagot musta' sucked a good fuckin dick to get me to suck him back off. Guess I'll never know now". If you look in the encyclopedia under good sport, I'm sure you'll find his fucked up mug.
I need to expand on it a bit,(well maybe a lot) but let me know what you think.