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k2o4 United States. Apr 19 2008 05:34. Posts 4803 | | |
No pics. Great night but no pics. Of course, not a milkman night. Didn't nearly get with some random hotti while her fat sister cock blocked me.... guess that I've oddly been there and done that and am glad I don't have to do it anymore. Instead tonight I spent a great evening with my GF by first going to a pretty sweet show. A friend of mine is in a pink floyd cover band so we went and watched him play to a full house at a famous theatre here in Denver. I didn't realize that I knew so few pink floyd songs.
We left that and met up with an old childhood friend of mine who is finishing his last year of college and getting whatever degree architects get. It was a great night of reunions with middle school friends who I hadn't seen in ages. But nothing crazy, just good old holesome fun.
So to make up for it, I'm gonna post a short story that I wrote a LONG time ago. I used to fancy msyelf to be a writer and I put out a shitload of shortstories, even wrote a full novel. I think it will be fun to replay them to a new audience, so here we go, the first installment of the k2o4 childhood teenage ridiculous stories. They definitely were not written very well and I took a LOT of grief when I first shared em, but some came out semi-entertaining and I think it will be fun to repost em now. And hell, it is MY blog, so fuck anyone who doesn't like em!
The first story will be.... "Hiding In The Closet"... here we go:
| | I was 16 years old attending my last year in public high school and I had been recently pushed into insanity. Of course a girl had driven me there, into the madness. Females will be the death of the world. Finally I had gotten a taste of casual pussy and I loved it, but she cheated and lied, breaking my heart and pushing me into that dark, scary, yet comfortable in a twisted had to be there sort of way, place we call craziness. I think I have been crazy ever since. Never did I fully recover.
I had dumped her with much authority. "Never want to see you again!" was how I put it. A couple of days went by and then I had some friends over. Women drank while men chased and poured shots. I took a cute blond that I called Melanie upstairs to my room and she sucked me off like I had never experienced. My ex was an amazing cocksucker, and she would deep throat everything till I was clogging up her esophagus. Her tongue would massage and teeth never interfered. Melanie couldn't deep throat, but what she lacked in sword swallowing ability she made up for with a desire to please.
While head from my ex was like a loving massage, head from Melanie was true sucking of dick. She was crazy on the cock, and she sucked like it was a straw for a big gulp. It didn't go down her throat, but she bobbed her head up and down while sucking me so hard I was afraid my dick would just pop off and slip down into her stomach. At the same time her hand, which looked so small wrapped around my base, would jerk up and down with vicious speed. When I came she didn't slow down, but actually sped up, like the cum had given her extra energy. Maybe she felt like she had been sucking at a clogged straw and finally what she wanted was coming out, so she just sucked harder. My cock was sensitive after the orgasm and god it felt so good that it hurt as she sped up and I began squirming all over the bed. She sucked every last drop and wanted more, but I had none to give so she went harder and faster while I yelped and screamed and finally had to stop her by yanking her head off of me, "God woman you're like a vacuum cleaner, I’m done, you’re going to swallow me whole!"
That was last night. Today I relaxed. Around lunchtime my mother offered to go get my brother and I sandwiches from the local deli. It was summer and the breeze was calming and so was the day, and sandwiches sounded amazing so we sent her on her way. No longer had she left that the phone rang and I answered.
"Hello."
"Hey, Tony? It’s Christine."
"Hey girl." Christine was a friend of mine. She was friends with the ex also; she had always been our middle man.
"What ya up to?" she asked me
"Well I’m waiting here for a sandwich and planning to get drunk tonight. If you ditch that bitch Jen (the ex) you can come drink with me."
"Actually, I’m here at the high school with Jen and Lynn and Jen wants to talk to you in person."
I was angered yet intrigued to hear this. I was very much in love with Jen.
"C’mon I thought you knew better than to call me on errands for that bitch."
"I know but she's all high and wouldn't stop bugging me."
"Well tell her no fucking way."
"Ok, ok, but between you and me I’m pretty sure she just wants to go have sex with you.”
Now, I had vowed never to talk to Jen again, but… sex is sex. Every pussy you turn down is a pussy you wish you had accepted later.
"Alright, but my mom won't let her up here. But she just went to get food so I’ve got about 15 minutes. I'll come pick you guys up, and then Jen and I can 'talk.’ But you guys will have to sneak out the back, k?"
"She's fine with that."
I drove down past the green lawns and happy Boulder hippie houses, the orderly world where kids played in their driveways and dogs shat on neighbor’s lawns, past the size compensating SUVs and well cared for gardens, so I could pick up the source of my insanity and fuck it. The whole ride up Jen giggled and giggled while I kept checking her out. She had on a whore’s outfit, shorts so short I could see her ass and a tube top that barely covered her nipples. She giggled, a high little girl with my heart sitting in one of the pockets of her miniature shorts.
We got to the house and I left Christine and Lynn with my brother and pushed Jen up the stairs. I followed her up with that ass in my face and I kissed her thighs which were baby skin smooth, and she sighed. We got into my room but I didn't have a lock on my door and I didn't want to get walked in on in case my mom got home early. I pushed her into my closet, which was a walk in one, and pulled her shorts off. I laid her on the floor.
It was still a pretty small space and her head was right up against the wall. I pulled my pants down just enough and stuck myself inside, already hard from watching that ass up the steps. No condom since she was on the pill. Her head was by the wall, which made it so that each time I pumped into her, her body slid across the floor and her head slammed the wall with a loud thud. Normally I would have said sorry and repositioned us, but we were broken up, she had cheated on me, and I was crazy now. So I would pump and she would moan in pleasure, then her head hit, thud, and she would say "ouch," and then I’d pull out to pump again and she would moan with pleasure. Back in and another moan and so the circle continued. A symphony of noises, "ooooooh" then "Ouch" then "oooooohhh" with another "ooooohhh" and then Bam went her head and "ouch" came from her lips. The thuds were loud enough that they heard it downstairs.
We went at it and I didn't watch her face, I watched what felt like a seesaw of power being transferred. It originated in my hips and went out through my cock and then I pumped into her and I watched the force flow through her body, up to her head, hit the wall and get turned around, flow back into my cock, push me out of her till the tip was at the edge, and I would plunge and shoot the energy back. A teeter-totter of force. It felt mystical. The whole time I watched the transfer and the closet was dark on a hot summer day, her skin was tanned and I could see her faint bikini line, her pussy was shaved leaving a little strip in the middle. Her legs were straight out to the side, knees touching walls, and each pump I thought "BAM" in my head. "BAM" like hitting a ball with a bat, real force with it. Then I pulled out and came on her thin little line of pubic hairs. I hoped that they would be nicely stuck together later.
We got up and replaced our pants. She grabbed me and kissed me deeply with love and passion. We hadn't kissed before or during the sex. Then she gave me a note and left, rubbing the top of her head, out the backdoor she went with her friends, and my brother went with them.
"I'm gonna go smoke some weed with these girls real quick," he told me. I went back upstairs, took a breath, and read the note.
I figured it would be apologizing, begging me back, trying to win back who I am and what I had. I couldn't quite imagine what I had, but I liked to pretend it was something. But the note wasn't begging, it wasn't loving, it was a pure guilt trip. She had cheated on me but she made me feel like it was because I forced her into it. She lied to me but somehow the note made me feel like it was my fault that she lied; that I didn't let her tell the truth. By the end of the note I was flipping out, unable to decide if I was mad at her for trying to guilt trip me or if I really felt guilty. I went to the window and looked out back, and there she was, still here, smoking weed with my brother. I watched for a bit, starting to love her again, feeling that I was wrong in sending her away. Then she started flirting with my brother. I couldn't hear it, but I know how she looks when she flirts. The hair-toss back, the little smiles, the leaning, the body language.
I rushed outside and started yelling, "Get the fuck out of here you bitch, whore, you slut leave now!" and I pushed her through the back gate. I was stark raving mad, a lunatic and she wasn't going to take it. She yelled back, "Minute man! You call that a fuck? That was bullshit!" and I yelled back and pushed her till she was gone. "I can't believe I even wasted my cum on you, worthless slut!!"
I went back into the house and bumped into my mom walking in the garage, sandwiches in hand. Just in time.
That night Melanie came over again, and I took her back upstairs after a few drinks. We were drunk and we kissed and she did her thing her way, but it wasn't Jen and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about Jen. How her head hit that wall. Melanie went down and turned the vacuum on again. I hadn't showered. I wonder if she could taste Jen on me. |
Hope that was entertaining. I think I'm gonna slowly repost all my old short stories, but try to avoid posting the truly horrible ones. I just re-read this for the first time in years and laughed my ass off. I'm not crazy anymore and I thank my amazing girlfriend for that. If you've checked my blog before you've seen her in pics and she is the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm so glad I don't live this lifestyle anymore. In terms of blogging what I do now is "boring" but as far as living, it's the best thing a guy could have. I'm such a lucky SOB.
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Shenny Canada. Apr 19 2008 07:45. Posts 1514 | | |
incredible short story. well done man |
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roflcopter United States. Apr 19 2008 09:37. Posts 620 | | |
yeah I enjoyed reading that. moar! moar! |
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lebowski Greece. Apr 19 2008 10:51. Posts 9205 | | |
entertaining stuff man gj
oh and pink floyd are so freaking great,listen to them more! |
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F4Zi United Kingdom. Apr 19 2008 14:48. Posts 3462 | | |
Gonna have a few beers and read this  |
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F4Zi United Kingdom. Apr 19 2008 19:19. Posts 3462 | | |
wtf i thought this was a normal story buts its a sex story LOL wtf |
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lebowski Greece. Apr 20 2008 15:08. Posts 9205 | | | |
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k2o4 United States. Apr 20 2008 15:18. Posts 4803 | | |
| | On April 20 2008 14:08 lebowski wrote:
sex isn't normal? |
haha not for some people ^^
To me it's a sex story wrapped up in a bigger picture of - shit, I dunno. But it sure as hell doesn't qualify as a porn to me. I guess if you've had similar experiences with the hate fuck and the manipulative ex girlfriend and all that it hits home pretty well. To some people it just comes off as bad porn. Oh well |
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