This is an erotica story I wrote. Please comment on it.
My First Sexual Encounter
Alright, once I was at a party, you know? The usual... A couple of girls... a couple of guys... well, maybe a little more than that. Actually, a lot more than that. It was a the biggest bash I'd ever seen with food and drink flying everywhere. Death metal was blasting out of four speakers at the maximum volume. I just had to get away from all this. In fact, I was getting angry. In fact, I got so angry that I punched the nearest guy to me in the back of the head. Unfortunately for me, he was two hundred pounds of sheer rage. Not only that, he was the love of my life. I had spent many classes in my ninth and tenth grade years writing him love notes and drawing pictures of what our lives would be like when we were married.
"What'd you say 'bout my motha?" he said in his enraged drunken slur. "Dude, no un talks dat way about my mother! Let's go, ya damn ounk!"
Now I was quite the fighter myself back in my gradeschool days. I spent the later years in that place on the playground every recess beating the hell out of the second-graders and taking their lunch money but now - here - this was business. Besides, I'd put aside my fighting in seventh grade after I got suspended for getting beaten up by one of my peers. Well, I had to revert to my old fighting ways and fast. Everyone had crouded around us and were cheering. They were cheering for my drunk opponent of course but it still edged me on. It was time to show them what I had and not only that... win back what I had sought for so long.
He threw the first punch at me and I took it like a girl. I started crying and the tears rolled down my face washing away my white make up and eyeliner. "What wuth that for!" I cried out in my feminine lisp. I knew that I didn't look pretty anymore and crying wasn't going to do much for my appearence. Then, all the jeering of the bystanders really sunk in. I was humiliated. I didn't have the will to fight anymore. Then, when hope seemed all but gone, I noticed something. It was in my pants.
Blood was rushing to my penis. It was rising higher and higher and that was what I turned to. I started to fondle it gently at first but soon it had turned into a furious fap. Murmurs arose all around the spectators. I distinctly remember hearing, "dude, what's that faggot doing with his dick?" I just kept fapping harder and harder letting out apelike grunts and writhing on the ground in an erotic serpentine dance. "That's fucking disgusting!" yelled out my opponent. Then, with adrenaline surging through my veins and vengance taking hold over my whole body, I got up and charged into the other guy flailing my arms and screaming, knocking him to the ground. I shoved my throbbing penis toward his supple lips and came letting my warm lovejuice fly all over his chubby face and seep into his mouth. "GBRBBRGLRLGRBLGBRLGRGLRG!" he let out in a garbled yell. I then took advantage of the situation and began rubbing my drooping buttocks over his face. I felt more sexually satisfied then I ever had in my life.
I woke up the next afternoon in a storm drain naked covered with cold piss and rotten eggs.
My First Sexual Encounter
Alright, once I was at a party, you know? The usual... A couple of girls... a couple of guys... well, maybe a little more than that. Actually, a lot more than that. It was a the biggest bash I'd ever seen with food and drink flying everywhere. Death metal was blasting out of four speakers at the maximum volume. I just had to get away from all this. In fact, I was getting angry. In fact, I got so angry that I punched the nearest guy to me in the back of the head. Unfortunately for me, he was two hundred pounds of sheer rage. Not only that, he was the love of my life. I had spent many classes in my ninth and tenth grade years writing him love notes and drawing pictures of what our lives would be like when we were married.
"What'd you say 'bout my motha?" he said in his enraged drunken slur. "Dude, no un talks dat way about my mother! Let's go, ya damn ounk!"
Now I was quite the fighter myself back in my gradeschool days. I spent the later years in that place on the playground every recess beating the hell out of the second-graders and taking their lunch money but now - here - this was business. Besides, I'd put aside my fighting in seventh grade after I got suspended for getting beaten up by one of my peers. Well, I had to revert to my old fighting ways and fast. Everyone had crouded around us and were cheering. They were cheering for my drunk opponent of course but it still edged me on. It was time to show them what I had and not only that... win back what I had sought for so long.
He threw the first punch at me and I took it like a girl. I started crying and the tears rolled down my face washing away my white make up and eyeliner. "What wuth that for!" I cried out in my feminine lisp. I knew that I didn't look pretty anymore and crying wasn't going to do much for my appearence. Then, all the jeering of the bystanders really sunk in. I was humiliated. I didn't have the will to fight anymore. Then, when hope seemed all but gone, I noticed something. It was in my pants.
Blood was rushing to my penis. It was rising higher and higher and that was what I turned to. I started to fondle it gently at first but soon it had turned into a furious fap. Murmurs arose all around the spectators. I distinctly remember hearing, "dude, what's that faggot doing with his dick?" I just kept fapping harder and harder letting out apelike grunts and writhing on the ground in an erotic serpentine dance. "That's fucking disgusting!" yelled out my opponent. Then, with adrenaline surging through my veins and vengance taking hold over my whole body, I got up and charged into the other guy flailing my arms and screaming, knocking him to the ground. I shoved my throbbing penis toward his supple lips and came letting my warm lovejuice fly all over his chubby face and seep into his mouth. "GBRBBRGLRLGRBLGBRLGRGLRG!" he let out in a garbled yell. I then took advantage of the situation and began rubbing my drooping buttocks over his face. I felt more sexually satisfied then I ever had in my life.
I woke up the next afternoon in a storm drain naked covered with cold piss and rotten eggs.
