The Real story.
So, a month and one day ago, I awoke feeling fairly randy, wanting to masturbate but instead stumbled over to my xbox, still a bit buzzed from toking with some friends the night before, and played Halo 3 for a few hours.
So my cell phone starts vibrating, I answer and my friend Dillon is on the line, asking me what I'm up to, and if I can go to his house.
I tell him to hurry and pick me up; I'm tired of my mother bitching at me to do chores.
So he drives up in his Kia Sportage, I climb in the back seat, greeting him with a loud "FUCKING FINALLY."
Five minutes later, we're at McDonalds, picking up some chicken burger things (they tasted like shit), and after we've eaten, we decide to head to his house.
So, we get in, and are greeted by his mom, but quickly head upstairs to play Guitar Hero and talk about how big our dicks are. After a while, I get tired of Guitar Hero and I start brainstorming ways for us to have fun. Well, since its pouring down rain, our options are limited, but suddenly, I get a brilliant idea... We can go to my boyfriend Tommy's house, seeing that he lives not even half a mile away. So we tell his mom we're going to another friend's, and her being exceptionally naive, lets us go without question.
So we're walking, and walking, and walking, and finally when we had thought we were on the right track, my dickhead of a friend had lead us in the completely wrong direction. So, we call my boyfriend's mom to ask for directions. She tells us where to go but we get lost a second time due to his poor navigational skills.
Half an hour later, we are finally on the right road. On the way there, we encounter a drunk guy in a car who hits Dillon's leg and barely misses me. I also step in a three foot deep puddle which I mistook for a cement-filled hole.
At last, we arrive at his house, drenched head to toe. He finds it sort of funny, but is embarrassed, since he's completely unprepared. We enter the house, and I greet his World of Warcraft obsessed parents. They don't acknowledge my presence until I shout "HEY Slutbag." "Oh, hey Seth," she replies.
I sort of wince at the sight of both Tommy's parents being so into that game.
So I walk back into the living room, passing the laundry room, where I see Tommy half naked, putting on a bra, which gave him the impression of having boobs. I smile at him and he blushes. he's so tiny and cute. And pale, I love that.
So my friend Dillon and I, whose name I haven't censored out of lack of concern for his privacy, are having a good time shooting the breeze on the couch. Tommy walks in, sporting polar bear pajamas. "awwwwh," I cry, trying to ignore the hard-on in my pants. He forgets to hide his English accent: "Shut up!" I laugh playfully.
So the three of us sit, me and Tommy waiting for Dillon to leave so we can have some 'privacy'. He and I are sort of like a hive mind at this point, our hormones raging.
Finally, at 1:30, or maybe 2 in the morning, Dillon finally leaves. We anxiously wait for him to get his shit together. At last, he begins to leave and we bid him goodbye, and I give him smile. He knows me well and knows every gesture I'm throwing at him with my smile.
So for around an hour, we watch Carlos Mencia while he rests with her head on my chest, trying to forget the terrible mind-numbing shit we just sat through. I can tell he's scared. It makes me feel complete.
I start to doze off, but all of the sudden, I feel a firm nudge in my ribs. Its Tommy, smiling, giving me this strange look, while staring right in my eyes. I know what he wants.
I'm blunt, since we'd discussed wanting to do this before.
"Let's go to the kitchen and we can do it on the table."
"How about here, on the couch?"
"What if your parents hear us?"
"They won't they're too into that fucking game"
"Uhh, okay. Fuck."
I sort of shove him onto the couch on his hands and knees. I know what he likes, and he loves when I'm rough with him. I look down the hallway, trying to get a look into the room where his parents are murdering other parents of horny 16 year old guys and I'm not so worried, since his mother's cries of anguish lead me to believe she's very into the game.
But Tommy asks me, "wait, do you have a condom?"
"right here."
I tear it open, its dark and I'm a little nervous. But I'm loosened up by my continuous buzz from the cannabis I'd consumed the night before in the form of blunts.
I put it on, sloppily, and since he's running a bit dry now, I get her back to where he was by caressing her and playing with him. I won't go into much detail, but after I'd gotten it in, I realized he had never done this before, though she told me he had. I guess he didn't want me to worry.
He moaned slightly out of disgust, and kicked me out of his house, It was then I realized that I would never pleasure anyone with my three inch meat stub. I walked home naked in the rain, and was grounded for a month, which is why I'm just posting this now.
I SEE THE TRUTH.
HE CAN'T HIDE FROM ME.
