Originally Posted by Mercer
Here's something that this forum knows nothing about.
Something that a real flamers forum likes to call: A Story Flame.
Enjoy...
One day.
Evan walked into a dark area near his favorite public bathroom and waited for his usual male client to take him by the hand into their favorite stall where Evan would tongue plow the old man's hairy stinkditch for pocket change.
Evan, began to fondle himself in anticipation and began to drift off back 6 years in time to the moment he was forced to tongue plow his first hairy stink ditch.
He then remembered how his mother sat on his 10 year old face after wrestling him into submission after she caught him beating off in her jar of face cream while wearing his dad's jock over his face.
Evan could smell his mom's unwiped ass as he became aware of a hand on his shoulder.
He turned as a straight razor sliced thru one cheek then the other.
He was pushed to the ground and began to struggle with his attacker but with a hole in each cheek he could not breathe unless he covered each hole with his hands.
When he did use his hands to cover the holes in order to breathe his attacker
sliced him again and again until Evan, with 3 broken bottles of Zima jammed into his rectum, no nipples, and a steel spike buried in one eye socket, became an dickless gay hate crime homicide statistic.
Top that, little man.
