I had been seeing Derek for about a month when we broke up. His crystal clear blue eyes and exceptionally muscular body made him exactly what I was looking for. He claimed he didn't want a girlfriend, which was fine with me. I wasn't too heartbroken, I was just confused because I had just moved there and him and his friends were the only people I had met. What was I supposed to do now?? Who would I be friends with?? The town was so small, and it was not exactly Mayberry. About a week before the breakup, the local police had found two child molestors living in the town, blocks away from the elementry school. In such a new and scary place, I was scared to be alone.
I was working two jobs at the time: the local video store and a pizza place. In fact, that is how I first met Derek and his cousin Brandon. Shortly after their first appearance at the video store, Brandon began working with me at the pizza place. He was tall dark and handsome. Brandon was the one to hook Derek and I up. They always talked about how Derek and I and Brandon and his fiance should go out. We never did.
After Derek and I broke up, I became closer with Brandon at work. I told him that I wasn't upset about the breakup in itself, just that I didn't have any friends now that we weren't together. Brandon was quick to assure me that I was still able to hang out with him and his friends, Derek included.
One night after I got home from working at the video store, I get a call from Brandon. They were having a party at Derek's house and everybody wanted me to come out. I reluctantly agreed after talking to Derek to make sure it was fine with him. I get to their house and I was greeted by Brandon at the door. However, when I walked in, everybody else was gone. I was handed a beer and we sat on the couch. I asked him where everybody went and he said that everyone left or went to sleep. I was nervous at first but soon enough the beer took care of that. Brandon leaned in to kiss me and I pulled back. He was engaged and I reminded him of that. He didn't care. He said that he just wanted one kiss.
But one kiss turned to making out. Between the toe curling passion and the beer, we ripped off eachother's clothes. The second he took off his boxers though, I could not believe my eyes. I had no idea they could be that big. Holy cow! Aparantly what they say about black guys is true when they're mixed too. I made him hold off for a minute because I had to give my brain some time to comprehend exactly how big it really was. REALLY BIG. Finally I gave in. It hurt like hell. But in a good way. Soon enough all the couch cushions were thrown clear across the room, the lamp was knocked over, and I had inflicted several scratch marks along his back. I had never had sex this amazing, in fact I had no idea sex could feel this good.
Then I had a moment of clarity. Derek was only feet away in his bedroom, probably hearing everything. Not to mention the other room mates in the house. So we threw our clothes on and ran to my truck. I couldn't drive fast enough. Brandon had lived in the area his whole life, so he knew the backroads to get to our farm better than the back of his hand. We made it back to my house in 15 minutes, a drive that usually takes 30. As I opened my door however, my rottweilers took one look at Brandon and freaked out. He waited outside while I put my dogs on the poorch. I greeted Brandon at the front door, and the second he stepped inside the door, I threw him against the wall in another furry of passion. Off went the clothes. Naked, I jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He carried me up the stairs while I feverishly kissed his neck. Once we reached the top of the stairs, he threw me on the bed.
In it went again. It still hurt like a bitch. But still in a good way. I could feel him inside of me everywhere. I felt like my esophogus would come out my mouth to make room for him. I looked down and realized that he wasn't even completely in. With another eager thrust, he was completely inside me. I looked at my stomach as he thrusted with all his might, and I saw him poking my stomach outward. It felt phenomenal. I bit him on the top of his chest. I couldn't help it. Suddenly Brandon let out a moan. I knew he had finished. I was disappointed because I didn't want it to end. But then something remarkable happend. He kept going. My carnal desires did not stop there.
Five hours later we were exhausted and tired. The sun had come up, and the tractors were outside back to work. We laid there, stunned by what had happend. Finally the exhaustion got to us and we passed out. We awoke three hours later and the reality of what happend hit us. He was still engaged. I was still new to the town. I knew what I had done was very wrong, but the sex was mind-blowing. All I knew was I had to get more. So in the shower we went.
To be continued....
What book or magazine did you copy that out of? Never mind , it is just a boring read anyhow. You still can’t come up with anything original to write. In the OP you could have changed things up a little – such as – while you are getting used (fucked) by Brandon, he tells you how he is filled with the HIV virus and feels pretty sure he has just pumped enough HIV virus and Herpes virus into you that you now have only a few miserable years left to live. You can then write about how stupid you are and that you were going to let Derek use you now and give him the viruses.
Posted by: at February 22, 2007 3:08 AMthat was pretty hot!! when's the rest coming??
Posted by: at February 22, 2007 6:21 AMwho is rest? is rest just another guy waiting to get infested?
Posted by: at February 22, 2007 7:58 AMno STD's were contracted in the making of this story. i will post more, but its not all going to be about sex. yes there was a lot of sex, but this is basically my story of how I went into a downward spiral into sex, alcohol and drugs. mainly sex and alcohol.
Posted by: at February 22, 2007 9:15 AMwhy don't you just tell us which magazine you are copying this story from so that you don't have to type so much?
Posted by: at February 22, 2007 9:38 AMHey op it's funny that your story was so well written that they actually think it's from a magazine!! I'd take that as a compliment!! I guess your life really is soap opera worthy!!
Maybe next time ignore my previous advice and don't try so hard to write it well, just write like it was a blog that no one else will read. Sometimes if you write anything here that's not a klan, anti-klan, or poorly written post, everyone around comes up with a case of the All-knowing Oracle Syndrome.
Commenter #3, you're an idiot. Commenter #2 was OBIVOUSLY asking when the rest of the story will appear for all to read. Geez, idiot, don't hurt yourself trying to think of something to say.
Posted by: N at February 22, 2007 6:12 PMCRAP!! I spelled obviously wrong!! Dang there goes my credibility!!
Posted by: N at February 22, 2007 6:44 PMYo, commenter #6 is also the OP according to my IP trap.
Posted by: at February 23, 2007 2:27 AMYuck. I think I'd rather read the Turd Wars stories.
Posted by: at February 23, 2007 7:41 AMWell your IP trap sucks, yo. I am not her. I am N. If I had written this story, I would have taken credit for it originally. Duh.
Besides, this kind of story is not my style. I'd rather save anonyblog as my place to release stress and save the hot and steamy stories for somewhere else. Yo.
Posted by: N at February 23, 2007 8:37 PMDid you say yo, N? I thought you did...
Posted by: at February 24, 2007 8:16 AMYo.
Posted by: N at February 24, 2007 6:21 PMSomeone wrote "YO" in the snow on the windshield of my car this morning. I found it a funny coincidence and proceeded to 'laugh out loud.'
Posted by: N at February 27, 2007 5:43 PMomfg who cares iff its fucking fake god u little cunts get a life! its a fucking story so get on with your little lifes and read it ! ND IFF U DONT FUCKING LIFE THE STORY DONT FUCKING READ OR COMMENT DUH! anyway iff its real then good job and iff its fake then who cares god ! at least ud be trying to share it with us
Posted by: at October 26, 2008 1:32 AM