Ozcar towered above me, testosterone flowing through his veins and sexual desires bursting through his mind.
"Uh, hello, Ozcar," I said. I'd met this queer Mexican fellow sleeping on my doorstep. I'd caught him looking at me a few times, the faintest hint of lust glimmering in his pupil whenever he caught me bending over. He told me a lot about how he works out, does martial arts, puts pancakes on his head and gets his hair cut - all incredibly dull stuff that I had responded to with grunts and sighs. I was beginning to regret letting him sleep indoors, next to the radiator in the bathroom, but my charitable instincts were more important than my sense of smell and enjoyment of sanity.
Ozcar grinned. He waddled towards me, his crotch leading him. I gulped, completely aware of what was going to come.
I shuffled into a corner. Ozcar followed me, slowly unbuttoning his pants. The gross stench of rancid-meat tacos and burritos he'd been eating drifted towards me, flowing gently into my nose and making me instantly gag. He smelt like a sewer rat would after a few days festering behind the refrigerator.
Using his karate skills, he pinned me to the floor and started to try to force his tongue down my throat. I turned my face away, nausea filling my stomach, and he licked the side of my cheek, plunging his lips into it. He kept me down with his bodyweight and used his hands to move my face to reach his mouth, finally locking me in a deep French kiss. I pushed his head off mine and spat in his eye.
"Fuck you," I snarled, bringing my knee up to his testicles and feeling them crunch against me knee. He got off me and started rolling around, clutching his balls.
Before I could react, he whipped a gun out of his pocket and shot me in the leg. I collapsed on a heap. He rose to his feet again as I writhed like a stuck beetle on the floor.
"That was a fuckin' sucker move," I shout through gritted teeth.
"Everyone deserves arse to penetrate," Ozcar laughed. He dropped his pants and revealed a penis like a tree-stump- about 4 inches in diameter and 4 long. I grasped at my leg, trying to ignore the pain and get away, but Ozcar climbed on top of me, pulled off my pants, and shoved his cock into my arse.
It was far too wide for comfort - it was like having an arm up there. A very short arm, of course. Ozcar thrust his dick further and further inside me. I felt it poking back my feces and finally turning it all into a frothy mess of Mexican semen and poo, which I imagined dribbling out in an effervescent glory, a fountain of bodily excretions blasting out of my anus like an enema.
It began to get painful. Blood began to dribble off Ozcar's penis and land on my arse-cheeks - my blood, from my pierced intestines. His bronzed Mexican body dominated over me. I couldn't handle it. I'm going to go down fighting, I thought.
This fucking hobo who I'd invited into my house through the goodness of my heart was raping me. I span around, tugging his erect penis out of my anus with such force I felt like it had torn. I grabbed Ozcar by the face and pushed my thumbs into his eyes, crushing them against his eye sockets. He stood up, his cock now deflating and more flaccid, crying blood like a statue. I span around, picked up a vegetable knife, and thrust it into his chest, pulling it up through his solar plexis and tearing his ribcage in half. He choked and coughed up a small amount of shining crimson, before falling to his knees and landing on the floor. I pulled the knife out with a 'schlop'. He fell on his face, blood surrounding him in a deep firey redness; he lay spread-eagle, dead and utterly still.
old shit - 10/14/05