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Showing posts with label gayness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gayness. Show all posts
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
I have sexual ethics after all!
So last night, at a horrible Student Union "alternative" night, I decided against taking advantage of the drunk straight guy who was trying to kiss me. I'm proud of that.
Also, I thought the whole "student drum and bass" thing was a myth, but it isn't, and mainstream d'n'b and dubstep are even worse than I remember, as is ska punk and MTVmo. Still, at least they played "Protect Ya Neck", "Simon Says" and, um, "Baby Got Back". And pints of Diesel (lager, cider and blackcurrant for those who don't know) were only £2.
I'd give the night a 6 out of 10.
Also, I thought the whole "student drum and bass" thing was a myth, but it isn't, and mainstream d'n'b and dubstep are even worse than I remember, as is ska punk and MTVmo. Still, at least they played "Protect Ya Neck", "Simon Says" and, um, "Baby Got Back". And pints of Diesel (lager, cider and blackcurrant for those who don't know) were only £2.
I'd give the night a 6 out of 10.
Tuesday, 21 April 2009
From a now defunct bug chasing forum... (disturbing)
I went to visit my younger sister in America last month and it was great; we had a wonderful time. She’s at University over there and was working on a term paper and she had borrowed some notes from a friend of hers – “Poor Tim” as she always referred to him. She told me he was a really sweet guy and actually “SO handsome” and she thought he had a crush on her. But he was in a wheelchair after a really bad car accident he had when he was a little kid and could barely walk. Anyway, she had finished with his notes and was dashing off to work – and realised that she HAD to return them to him so he could study from them. He lived just a few blocks away and she was late already… could I return them to him for her? I wasn’t doing anything – so I said okay – and I admit… I WAS a bit curious about this bloke who was “SO handsome”…
I went over to his flat just after she left, and I was a bit surprised when he came to the door in his wheelchair. He WAS rather good looking, just as my sister said! He was about 22, blond, blue eyes – and if he were not in the wheelchair, he would have been about 6 feet tall. I could tell that he worked his upper body a bit – as he had pretty big arms and a well-defined chest, but his legs were quite obviously thinner and almost withered looking, from what I could tell beneath the sweat pants he was wearing. He had a beautiful smile – and I knew I HAD to have him.
He was really nice, too and after dropping off the notes I hung around just chatting. We had a few beers and after a bit he was a lightweight – I could tell he was getting a bit drunk. It was really obvious he had a crush on my sister from the way he talked about her, and I came really close to just TELLING him to give up on her. He didn’t deserve my little sister – he deserved ME…
So I went for it. I said to him, right out- “Can I fuck you?” and he looked at me with the most shocked look on his face, yet he smiled weakly and tried to make a joke.
“Yeah, right.” He said, laughing. I moved closer to him in that chair. He leaned back, away from me, scared? “I’m NOT gay, dude” he said, trying to be as butch as he could – but even he seemed to realise the dynamic here: him in a wheelchair, me stronger than him; what was to stop me from taking whatever I wanted?
So instead of asking, I just SAID it. “I want to fuck you, Tim.” He realised I mean business and made funny little plea for his manhood. “Do you need money? I don’t have much, but I have some…”
“I don’t want your cash, Tim. I want your ass. NOT your cock – although you probably can’t use it anyway, being in a wheelchair – but I don’t care. I just want to fuck you. Now.” I moved real close to him and said, right in his ear “And what if I just went ahead and fucked your virgin ass? You must be a virgin – huh? What if I did? Who would believe you? Who would care? Who could stop me?”
He was scared, I could see – and then I heard it – something gurgling from where he sat, a kind of squishy noise – what was that? He tried to roll away, but that didn’t work - Before I knew it, I had him out of that chair and on the floor. I was right about his legs – like two withered sticks and I grabbed him by the ankles and put them together and crossed his ankles, locking him into place. He was whimpering and still trying to crawl away – he WAS strong, but I was stronger, so needless to say he could not get away. I pulled his sweat pants down to reveal a pair of baggy plastic pants, covering a pair of adult sized disposable diapers – and the worst smell – and I realised THAT’S what that sound must have been; Poor Tim had shit himself. I ripped the tapes of those diapers, and he just started bawling and crying when he figured out what I was going to do – this was better than I thought! I SLOWLY removed those smelly diapers, and stroked his pale white ass cheeks, now covered with his shit fear; I let it sink in that I was going to fuck him. Getting them off and tossing them away in the corner with a splat, I ripped off one of his socks and wiped his ass as clean as I could, exposing his tiny, pink virgin hole. I could see his little penis too; he had the smallest, shriveled up penis I had ever seen – but I didn’t care; I flipped him over anyway. I fucked that white, skinny, shitty ass in every way imaginable, 3 times if I recollect; I took my time and pumped 3 good sized loads of positive cum up his ass, all the while telling him I was giving him AIDS. It was so hot – made all the more exciting by the fact that he would not give in – he resisted to the end and the last time I fucked him I flipped him over on his back and could well see why: he really had NO feeling below the waist; that bare, little cock was shriveled up to the size of a pea. So at least I knew I was not hurting him – and I fucked him the hardest that third time. It was hot.
I left after that, he was a bawling mess – splayed out on the floor, sweatpants around his skinny ankles, his pale, milky white ass ripped and still oozing my blood-flecked cum from his virginal hole. God I hope I pozzed him up – I never really found out. Poor Tim.
I went over to his flat just after she left, and I was a bit surprised when he came to the door in his wheelchair. He WAS rather good looking, just as my sister said! He was about 22, blond, blue eyes – and if he were not in the wheelchair, he would have been about 6 feet tall. I could tell that he worked his upper body a bit – as he had pretty big arms and a well-defined chest, but his legs were quite obviously thinner and almost withered looking, from what I could tell beneath the sweat pants he was wearing. He had a beautiful smile – and I knew I HAD to have him.
He was really nice, too and after dropping off the notes I hung around just chatting. We had a few beers and after a bit he was a lightweight – I could tell he was getting a bit drunk. It was really obvious he had a crush on my sister from the way he talked about her, and I came really close to just TELLING him to give up on her. He didn’t deserve my little sister – he deserved ME…
So I went for it. I said to him, right out- “Can I fuck you?” and he looked at me with the most shocked look on his face, yet he smiled weakly and tried to make a joke.
“Yeah, right.” He said, laughing. I moved closer to him in that chair. He leaned back, away from me, scared? “I’m NOT gay, dude” he said, trying to be as butch as he could – but even he seemed to realise the dynamic here: him in a wheelchair, me stronger than him; what was to stop me from taking whatever I wanted?
So instead of asking, I just SAID it. “I want to fuck you, Tim.” He realised I mean business and made funny little plea for his manhood. “Do you need money? I don’t have much, but I have some…”
“I don’t want your cash, Tim. I want your ass. NOT your cock – although you probably can’t use it anyway, being in a wheelchair – but I don’t care. I just want to fuck you. Now.” I moved real close to him and said, right in his ear “And what if I just went ahead and fucked your virgin ass? You must be a virgin – huh? What if I did? Who would believe you? Who would care? Who could stop me?”
He was scared, I could see – and then I heard it – something gurgling from where he sat, a kind of squishy noise – what was that? He tried to roll away, but that didn’t work - Before I knew it, I had him out of that chair and on the floor. I was right about his legs – like two withered sticks and I grabbed him by the ankles and put them together and crossed his ankles, locking him into place. He was whimpering and still trying to crawl away – he WAS strong, but I was stronger, so needless to say he could not get away. I pulled his sweat pants down to reveal a pair of baggy plastic pants, covering a pair of adult sized disposable diapers – and the worst smell – and I realised THAT’S what that sound must have been; Poor Tim had shit himself. I ripped the tapes of those diapers, and he just started bawling and crying when he figured out what I was going to do – this was better than I thought! I SLOWLY removed those smelly diapers, and stroked his pale white ass cheeks, now covered with his shit fear; I let it sink in that I was going to fuck him. Getting them off and tossing them away in the corner with a splat, I ripped off one of his socks and wiped his ass as clean as I could, exposing his tiny, pink virgin hole. I could see his little penis too; he had the smallest, shriveled up penis I had ever seen – but I didn’t care; I flipped him over anyway. I fucked that white, skinny, shitty ass in every way imaginable, 3 times if I recollect; I took my time and pumped 3 good sized loads of positive cum up his ass, all the while telling him I was giving him AIDS. It was so hot – made all the more exciting by the fact that he would not give in – he resisted to the end and the last time I fucked him I flipped him over on his back and could well see why: he really had NO feeling below the waist; that bare, little cock was shriveled up to the size of a pea. So at least I knew I was not hurting him – and I fucked him the hardest that third time. It was hot.
I left after that, he was a bawling mess – splayed out on the floor, sweatpants around his skinny ankles, his pale, milky white ass ripped and still oozing my blood-flecked cum from his virginal hole. God I hope I pozzed him up – I never really found out. Poor Tim.
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