"Humiliating Hand Job"
Fantasies of You
I am so fuckin’ oppressive. I mean it, no kidding.
It’s not pointlessness or nothin’ resembling that. It’s factual. I am fuckin’ a-grade oppressive.
It’s like at drill, everyone wants a bit of me, you realize. I devotion it. I have the appearance of a fuckin’ guardian angel, all sweet and unpolluted, and that makes everything so much easier.
When I gaze in the mirror, mainly after a blistering hot shower…I get so fuckin’ horny! But that’s probably better, you know? No competition. I’m un-fuckin’-touchable.
So I just check myself out in the break of day, or strip off at nighttime and have a perv before hittin’ the sack. Man! What a bod. I am so timely.
My Dad, see, he was a footballer. Twelve years old, I think I was. Yeah, twelve. And Dad and me, we had a blast. Two blokes income alone, doing what we want with no one nagging us.
Anyway, it’s my Dad that I take after mostly see. And now that I’m eighteen and filled out a small piece – you be aware of, lost all that baby fat that some group get (not that I had much – I’ve always been nice-looking hot) – well, I’m even improve looking than I was when I was a ridicule.
Oh – now don’t get me abuse. It’s not all him. Can’t be – he was nowhere nearby a looker as me, but I can see where most of me comes from. You recognize, the blond, undulating hair, my height, build….you be knowledgeable about?
Speaking of my make, man am I lucky. I work out, aptly? – do a small piece of jogging, go to the sports club, all that sort of stuff, but I don’t have to, see? All I’m doing is building on it, making myself even more of a stud muffin.
I devotion that word – “stud muffin”. Some baby chicken at school….Chrissie? Chrissie. I was walkin’ by, immediately finished my gym class. So there I was in my shorts and sneakers – no shirt – only fags erosion shirts in sports club class – they’re too scared that presentation their flesh will bend ‘em on and bake ‘em obvious, even if they already are. Anyway, so I’m under your own steam past these chicks and I understand I them talking….whispering between themselves, similar they didn’t famine me to hear or nothing. But I did.
“Ohhhh,” one of them says, “Check him out, there’s Justin!”
“Oh, baby,” says another, “No shirt. I be fond of it!”
“Yeah, he’s a frank stud muffin.” That was Chrissie who believed that, but I believe she was being sarcastic. And she didn’t complain when I bankrupt into her bedroom her that night and had her. Ha! Not that she could with my angle rammed so far afield in her rudeness that she couldn’t promote to a sound!
Anyway, she always watched me whenever I walked pasT and gear, but she was being sarcastic that day. Tryin’ to impress her contacts by being cool. Mind you, after my visit to her bedroom…she moved schools and I never maxim her again, but that was cool. I can't stand the way sheilas always rave on about tenderness and commitment and all that crap. You bonk ‘em once and they guess you to walk down the aisle them. But I believe that’s why she motivated schools, see? She couldn’t bear to face me again basis she knew I wasn’t paying attention. It was very soon a root, that’s it. I don’t requirement anyone…well, except perhaps for a accomplished fuck every now and then, and lad have I had some of them! I’m not a faggot. I find insufferable faggots. There’s only lovely for forcin’ them down on you and making them suck you off. But I’m not paying attention in girls either. I don’t hunger a girlfriend – they’re too much effort, nagging all time, getting a headache at nighttime. Chicks are for fucking and fags are for sucking. For sucking me, that is, not the other line of attack round. Fucking and sucking. Anyway, that’s my motto.
But enough of that shit. Suppose you hunger to know more about what I do and gear, huh? Well, I’m a prohibitive school student. Year 11. I won’t tell you the school though – don’t want any queers reading this and performance up at the gate hoping to catch me in my gym shorts. Fuck the fate of you, I say. Stick your nose up someone else’s arse and leave my business to for myself.
As for the remnants of you, you’re probably wondering how I can be eighteen days old and in time 11. Well, you see, I’ve never been that smart. Study is for pussies. I’m reminiscent of my Dad, you know – an action man. I get full grades in belongings like gym, and electives reminiscent of metalwork and woodwork. But the other material? I mean, who gives a fuck about the American civil war? They got the whole fuckin’ thing wrong anyway, fighting for freedom and all that crap. What a overload of horseshit! Let the bastards do what they fucking wish for, alright? Who the fuck were the Yankees to move forward their views onto the south anyway?
Personally, I deem the southerners got it reasonable. Not about blacks and all that. I don’t have any problem with niggers, so protracted as they’re not unexpected. But slavery? Hey – I resembling it, you realize. Get some pissant modest fuckwit to do all the toil and leave me my calculate to do what I aspire. They got fed and cozy and stuff, so what’s the catch? Most of them perhaps didn’t have that much brains between them anyway. Let them emancipated and they would’ve starved without prevent.
I’ve gone off again, haven’t I? I do that, you be aware of. My mind races so at once sometimes that I can’t keep up with it. Too much to deem about see, be fond of who I’m gonna take next or what I’m gonna do after school….you realize how it is.
So anyway, I’m in time 11. Got set aside back see, once in initial school and once in prohibitive school. Fuckin’ year 7. Can you accept as true it? They reserved me back in grade 7 ‘cause they thinking I wasn’t ready for high train. And then the cunts reserved me back in day 8 too. Boy was I pissed about that!
But it's sanction. I got my own back. That bastard, Mr Emerald, my homeroom instructor – fucking faggot, he was – he didn’t know what hit him.car park. It was gloomy, see? Most group had gone. He didn’t fuckin’ be knowledgeable about what had destroy him but I ascertain ya, we were business him Mr Blue after that.
I waited turn over he came out, see? Watching him in the classroom through the skylight.auto and hid and when he got there I fuckin’ pounced, male. It was brilliant. He went down nearer than a prostitute’s undies. Broke his nose on contact. Then I kicked him a few period in the gut, stomped on his look and that was it. Short and cute. The prick put there bleeding and groaning, and I took off before anyone came along.
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