Erotic Fan Fiction
Now I'm not gay, but I find infinite humorous possibilities in implying that others are.
This is the entry in which I post all the homo erotic fan fiction that I've secretly written about my favourite LiveJournal goers.
ruxpin_exe
The late afternoon sunshine filtered through the trees and warmed ruxpin_exe’s face. He was at his computer, and he had spent the day hard at work. He had been the star poster on LiveJournal today, and nobody could deny that. From his first post to his last he had owned the servers, he had made his point. He was in command, he was the man. Smiling, he thought that yes, indeed, it was truly a good time to be ruxpin_exe.
He swung back on his chair, sipped his cup of steaming tea and allowed his posting fingers to rest. gothicbra, he laughed, and her bloody long posts. The woman had no style. As the warm tea spilled down his throat, his million entrys sprung into action. ruxpin_exe smiled again, and rested his feet on his desk. Drifting off, he imagined himself donning his royal robe and crown and walking out onto his balcony. A tremendous roar massive came from the crowd of SA crew below him. He acknowledged his subjects with a smile and a wave, and shouted to the masses “LOVE ME! FOR I AM ruxpin_exe, YOUR KING!!”.
The sound of crashing wood jolted ruxpin_exe back into reality. His bedroom door had been kicked in, sending splinters and hinges flying. He sat upright, spilling his cup of tea down his Dilbert tshirt. In the doorway a burly figure stood, dressed in army boots, and a long black evening gown. As person strode towards ruxpin_exe he saw the intruder was wearing a fake blonde wig and a tiara atop a stubbly, rugged face. “Wh-wh-who the hell are you?” he stammered, near paralysed with fear.
“It is I, bellwag, Queen of LiveJournal” the man responded, in a deep, rasping voice. “I have come for my king”. ruxpin_exe spun around, and grasped his wireless keyboard, holding it aloft and intending to strike, but the Queen was quicker, grabbing ruxpin_exe’s arms in his huge fists and throwing him across the room onto his bed. ruxpin_exe tried to rise, but The Queen was suddenly on top of him, pinning him face down on the bed with his huge bulk. “Don’t worry, n00b, everything will be alright” he whispered into ruxpin_exe’s ear.
The next morning ruxpin_exe rose from bed and seated himself at his computer. After it booted he loaded SA and navigated his way to the General Forum. He stared blankly at the screen. The wind of the new day breezed through his open window. Finally, he began typing.
“whats up goons”
throwingstardna
The world was falling apart. Society was crumbling in every single way imaginable. The Jews had seized control of the Newspapers, the Television stations and were slowly taking over the internet. Still, he could walk down the street without fear, as long as his supply of aluminium foil was safe he could not be touched.
As he began to wrap his head in the protective metal (totally different to the way those dirty Muslims do it), he heard a knock at the door. It was far too early to be the anti-abortionists, and the Palestinians weren't due for a light lunch until the early afternoon. He decided to exercise discretion and tiptoe towards the door slowly, so as to not give away that he was home. As he put his eye up to the mail slot to peek through, he saw a giant black size 12 boot smash the door into his face. As two stocky bodyguards walked over him, pushing their way into his house, he heard a voice that made him wince.
"Well howdy there, Mr throwingstardna. It sure is damn fine to meet you."
It was President George W. Bush.
"Mr B-B-Bush..." he stammered. "Such an... unexpected visit".
"I was just in the neighbourhood and decided to check up on my favoritist person in the whole entire world".
throwingstardna blushed, the most powerful man in the world was standing right there in his living room. Never before had he been in such a position. While he hated the man with all of his heart, he couldn't help but admire him for all the things he had done right in order to get to such a high level of authority.
"Please, ha- have a seat, Sir", he managed to get out in a series of short, nervous breaths.
"Thank you, thank you kindly" came the reply as Bush took the largest seat, his bodyguards standing either side of the giant armchair. Bush looked like he was made for the giant Italian Leather bound chair, as he relaxed back into it and put one foot on top of the opposing knee. "We've been watching you for some time". Bush's voice brought with it a sense of authority, the kind that your grade three teacher uses when you've just been caught eating the glue. "It seems that you have found a way to escape us, but now that we've tracked you down, we can fix that for you".
As Bush's security agents walked towards him, throwingstardna shrank back in his seat.
"NOOO!!", he screamed. "YOU CAN'T TAKE MY HELMET!!! WITHOUT IT THERE IS NOTHING TO STOP THE EVIL ZIONISTS FROM CONSUMING MY BRAIN!!!"
"We know", came the nonchalant reply. Bush's eyes lit up as his bodyguards tore off the shiny metallic hat, then his shirt, and finally his pants.
Bush undid his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants fall to the ground as he slowly stepped out of them.
"Everything's bigger in Texas", Bush said to himself as he licked his lips, moving in for the "kill" with a grin on his face.
As Bush thrusted in an out of his raw anus,throwingstardna couldn't help but enjoy these new sensations that he was feeling. Even if he had wanted to resist, it was useless, the government's mind control rays had seized his brain and made it one of their own.
"Unh, you're even tighter than Saddam", panted Bush as he continued to dive in and out with his mighty American cock.
His eyes were glazed over, but he could still think. throwingstardna imagined that this must have been the same way that the Afghani people had felt in 2002 and the Iraqis in 2003.
It hurt at first, but he soon got used to it. Bush would come over every day and unload his "bombs" onto his newest playmate's face. throwingstardna now knew what it truly felt like to be part of the modern world.
This is the entry in which I post all the homo erotic fan fiction that I've secretly written about my favourite LiveJournal goers.
ruxpin_exe
The late afternoon sunshine filtered through the trees and warmed ruxpin_exe’s face. He was at his computer, and he had spent the day hard at work. He had been the star poster on LiveJournal today, and nobody could deny that. From his first post to his last he had owned the servers, he had made his point. He was in command, he was the man. Smiling, he thought that yes, indeed, it was truly a good time to be ruxpin_exe.
He swung back on his chair, sipped his cup of steaming tea and allowed his posting fingers to rest. gothicbra, he laughed, and her bloody long posts. The woman had no style. As the warm tea spilled down his throat, his million entrys sprung into action. ruxpin_exe smiled again, and rested his feet on his desk. Drifting off, he imagined himself donning his royal robe and crown and walking out onto his balcony. A tremendous roar massive came from the crowd of SA crew below him. He acknowledged his subjects with a smile and a wave, and shouted to the masses “LOVE ME! FOR I AM ruxpin_exe, YOUR KING!!”.
The sound of crashing wood jolted ruxpin_exe back into reality. His bedroom door had been kicked in, sending splinters and hinges flying. He sat upright, spilling his cup of tea down his Dilbert tshirt. In the doorway a burly figure stood, dressed in army boots, and a long black evening gown. As person strode towards ruxpin_exe he saw the intruder was wearing a fake blonde wig and a tiara atop a stubbly, rugged face. “Wh-wh-who the hell are you?” he stammered, near paralysed with fear.
“It is I, bellwag, Queen of LiveJournal” the man responded, in a deep, rasping voice. “I have come for my king”. ruxpin_exe spun around, and grasped his wireless keyboard, holding it aloft and intending to strike, but the Queen was quicker, grabbing ruxpin_exe’s arms in his huge fists and throwing him across the room onto his bed. ruxpin_exe tried to rise, but The Queen was suddenly on top of him, pinning him face down on the bed with his huge bulk. “Don’t worry, n00b, everything will be alright” he whispered into ruxpin_exe’s ear.
The next morning ruxpin_exe rose from bed and seated himself at his computer. After it booted he loaded SA and navigated his way to the General Forum. He stared blankly at the screen. The wind of the new day breezed through his open window. Finally, he began typing.
“whats up goons”
throwingstardna
The world was falling apart. Society was crumbling in every single way imaginable. The Jews had seized control of the Newspapers, the Television stations and were slowly taking over the internet. Still, he could walk down the street without fear, as long as his supply of aluminium foil was safe he could not be touched.
As he began to wrap his head in the protective metal (totally different to the way those dirty Muslims do it), he heard a knock at the door. It was far too early to be the anti-abortionists, and the Palestinians weren't due for a light lunch until the early afternoon. He decided to exercise discretion and tiptoe towards the door slowly, so as to not give away that he was home. As he put his eye up to the mail slot to peek through, he saw a giant black size 12 boot smash the door into his face. As two stocky bodyguards walked over him, pushing their way into his house, he heard a voice that made him wince.
"Well howdy there, Mr throwingstardna. It sure is damn fine to meet you."
It was President George W. Bush.
"Mr B-B-Bush..." he stammered. "Such an... unexpected visit".
"I was just in the neighbourhood and decided to check up on my favoritist person in the whole entire world".
throwingstardna blushed, the most powerful man in the world was standing right there in his living room. Never before had he been in such a position. While he hated the man with all of his heart, he couldn't help but admire him for all the things he had done right in order to get to such a high level of authority.
"Please, ha- have a seat, Sir", he managed to get out in a series of short, nervous breaths.
"Thank you, thank you kindly" came the reply as Bush took the largest seat, his bodyguards standing either side of the giant armchair. Bush looked like he was made for the giant Italian Leather bound chair, as he relaxed back into it and put one foot on top of the opposing knee. "We've been watching you for some time". Bush's voice brought with it a sense of authority, the kind that your grade three teacher uses when you've just been caught eating the glue. "It seems that you have found a way to escape us, but now that we've tracked you down, we can fix that for you".
As Bush's security agents walked towards him, throwingstardna shrank back in his seat.
"NOOO!!", he screamed. "YOU CAN'T TAKE MY HELMET!!! WITHOUT IT THERE IS NOTHING TO STOP THE EVIL ZIONISTS FROM CONSUMING MY BRAIN!!!"
"We know", came the nonchalant reply. Bush's eyes lit up as his bodyguards tore off the shiny metallic hat, then his shirt, and finally his pants.
Bush undid his belt, unzipped his fly and let his pants fall to the ground as he slowly stepped out of them.
"Everything's bigger in Texas", Bush said to himself as he licked his lips, moving in for the "kill" with a grin on his face.
As Bush thrusted in an out of his raw anus,throwingstardna couldn't help but enjoy these new sensations that he was feeling. Even if he had wanted to resist, it was useless, the government's mind control rays had seized his brain and made it one of their own.
"Unh, you're even tighter than Saddam", panted Bush as he continued to dive in and out with his mighty American cock.
His eyes were glazed over, but he could still think. throwingstardna imagined that this must have been the same way that the Afghani people had felt in 2002 and the Iraqis in 2003.
It hurt at first, but he soon got used to it. Bush would come over every day and unload his "bombs" onto his newest playmate's face. throwingstardna now knew what it truly felt like to be part of the modern world.