Date: Wed, 26 Jun 2013 01:02:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: iku_iku227@aol.com
Subject: Lonely Hippy

Greetings. My name is Cole. And I'm a buddhist. Usually when someone finds
this out about me, they're rendered [for lack of a better word] quizzical.
They have a thousand questions to ask me. First of which, is always: "are
there many black buddhist?" I've truthfully become tired of constantly
answering questions about my religion in correlation with my race. Its a
bit annoying, so I no longer entertain those types of questions. But let me
tell you a little more about me.

Well I'm 23 years old. I just recently graduated from USC with a bachelors
in Psychology. I minored in Philosophy. I guess thats were my religious
transformation began. I had grown up Baptist; but as I studied more and
grew more mentally I discovered Buddhism and thats where I've been ever
since. Now I'm pretty much just on a spiritual journey. I spend my days
meditating and learning more and more and as much a I possibly can about
myself, life and my religion.

Unfortunately a year ago my grandmother died. And I guess in her last days
she began feeling guilty about the fact that she kind of disowned my dad
when he married my mom almost 30 years ago. My dad's white and my mom's
black; and at the time my grandmother didn't like that. Over the years she
barely acknowledge us; not even when I was 18 and both my parents died in a
horrible car crash. I was left alone, and she seemed not to care very
much. Thats all the while I was so shocked when I found out she died; and
left all her money and earthy possessions to me. I guess she was trying to
make up for what she'd done in death, that she couldn't make up for while
she was here. What she didn't know was that, I long forgave her.

When I found out what she left me; I was floored. She left me over
$5million dollars in cash and her Malibu beach house; that was fully paid
for including a private trust that would more than cover the houses
expensense for at least the next 10 years. My grandmother really set me up
for a easy life. But having all that money felt uneasy to me. I ended up
donating at least half of it. But I was still left with quite a bit of
money.  After paying the taxes on it and paying off my college loans; I was
left with still well over $3.5 mill. I didn't know what to do with all that
money.  I pretty much live off the remaining $100 or so left every month
from the trust, after the bills are paid. Its hard living with a lot of
money when you're trying to live a unmaterialistic lifestyle. For now
though the money is just sitting there in the bank; oddly or not slowly
making more money as it sits.

My newfound wealth did afford me with the opportunity to spend more time
working on my faith, now that I had no other worries. The only issue in my
life was that I was pepetually lonely.  Me being the only child and both my
parents and my only grandmother being dead; left me terribly alone. I no
longer had anybody in my life. After my parents had passed I pretty much
pushed all my college friends away. And now I'm reaping every bit of the
karma of my actions.  One day while deep in meditation, I decided that I
was gonna get a roommate.

The house was pretty big, and me all alone there, was becoming depressing.
I found a realator, her name was Joan. I put her in the tasked of finding
me the perfect roommate or roommates. She came back with a long list of
people, that together we widled down to 5; that we'd show the house to. The
specs on the house were pretty impressive; I was surprised the list wasn't
longer. When people hear about the house, their jaws drop. The design of
the house is pretty futuristic. The shape of it was some shape that i
didn't know existed and definitely couldn't pronounce. The whole outside
looked like some kind of futuristic stone, then the back which faced the
beach was almost all glass. It was really beautiful. My grandmother was an
art collector so there were all kinds of modern art statues and paintings
all over the house. I had intially wanted to give it all away; but decided
to leave everything in the house as it was except for the master bed room
where I spent most of my time. It was pretty much the whole top floor and
had the best view of the beach.

Well the criteria I gave Joan for the roommate was: chill, non- smoker,
non- drinker, quiet, and around my age; no older than 27 and no teens, not
even 18.  The five finalist were all very different. One was Winston. He
said we could call him Winnie. He was a big imposing looking Jamaican guy;
that was actually the sweetest of them all. Then there was Ruez. He was
from Spain, but grew up in New York. He was the fabio looking type; but
very composed and laid back.  I cant even remember the others; but Ruez and
Winnie were the two I let move in. We all initially got along well. We all
had very similar sensibilities. But for some reason after only two weeks,
Ruez moved out. It came to me as a shock. But I guess it was for the best.

Winnie and I decided that we were fine not looking for a replacement
roommate. It wasn't as if money or bills were really a defining factor.
Actually all the rent that Winnie paid went to a charity; in his name of
course. He knew nothing about it though. Well Winnie and I got on well. Our
only issue which was a small one. After living alone in this big house for
so long I fell into the habit of walking around naked. I was used to not
wearing more than just a towel, and that was only right after I showered. I
didn't even own any underwear. I think the only time I actually wore
clothes in that house was when Joan had been there. But even then my attire
wasn't exactly what you'd consider normal. I wore things like thobes; you
know those long dress like robes that arabs wear. Or pajamas or anything
plain, simple and comfortable; oh and it had to be white. I guess you can
say my style was kind of earthy and hippyish. But at home my birthday suit
felt more than appropriate. But it was a little shocking to Winnie. He was
a little more conservative and shy to say the least. So to accomidate him,
I'd throw on some pajamas or something; before I came downstairs out of my
room. I don't think I ever wore a shirt though, I mean I lived on the
beach.

After a few weeks I was getting better at covering myself up around
Winnie. There were barely any awkward naked encounters anymore. But I am
human and I cant just unlearn being comfortable with my body in the blink
of an eye. I guess I was always free like that with my body; even when I
was young. I don't know I just hated how clothes felt on my body. And I
figured I had nothing to be shy about. And as I grew up I guess it kind of
stuck. I wouldn't say I had the best body in the world but I felt good
about my appearrance. I wasn't a gym rat or anything. I wasn't too built;
but I wasn't skinny either. I had no bulging muscles, no six pack. I guess
to most I had an average body. A little bit of a gut but still mostly lean
at 180lbs and 6ft. I was really fair skinned almost white looking, my dads
genes were strong. With a very light coating of brownish red hair running
over my chest and legs. Yeah I'm a black ginger. Benefits of a mixed
background. Facially though I took more after my moms side. She'd always
say I was the lighter skinned version of her dad. And he was a really
handsome guy; so i was lucky to be the spitting image of him.

Well anyway Winnie and I contiued on well. He was even starting to ease up
around me and not take too much offense when I'd forget he was there and
accidentally stride around in my glory. We were even becoming quick
friends. But what happened next changed our relationship and our lives
forever.

Like I said from time to time I'd slip up and be caught nude walking around
the house. But I'd never expect to catch shy old Winnie to slip up like I
did. It happened one day when I was in deep medatation in my room; of
course naked. I heard a noise that startled me and went to see what it
was. Just throwing a robe on, not even closing it. I walked down the stairs
and heard the noise again. It was coming from the back of the house where
we'd come in from the beach. Before I even got close I could see a sight
that, would even make a blind preacher man blush. Winnie was outside on our
back patio that lead to the beach. There was a shower out there, that I'd
always use after leaving the beach, as to not bring any of the beach in the
house. But shy old Winnie was way too modest to ever use the outside
shower. Well that was until today. The window was two way so I could see
outside but Winnie couldn't see me inside watching him, all he could see
was what i was seeing; a mirror image of his Godly body. He must have been
out on the beach and got a little too much sand in his trunks, because they
were dropped around his ankles and he was bathing his massive body right
out there in the sun light. Like I said before Winnie was a really large
and imposing guy. He was 6'5" about 250lbs of pure muscle. But he wasn't
jacked up like a body builder. He was built more like, I don't know Lebron
James. Big powerful, but everything bulging in the right places. I just
stood there for a while and took in the show. The stream of water was just
flowing perfectly down his rock hard body. He had one hand resting on the
wall, in a perfect pose; and the other grasping his massive dick. I thought
I had a big one at 8.5" But his was at least 10 and from my view it still
looked soft in his hand. I decided it was time I made myself known. I
knocked on the window. He jumped to attention, quickly pulling his trunks
back up. I walked outside, with my robe still opened and my dick now
swinging freely in the fresh air. "Look who it is outside, and naked. Is
that you Winnie." I said sarcasically. He tried to laugh it off but he was
caught. I must have really shocked him, cause he didn't even notice that
more than half his massive man meat didn't make it back into his shorts.
"And what is this." I reached out and grabbed his protruding member. He
slapped my hand away and told me not to do that. He then stuffed himself
completly back in to his shorts. I laughed loudly but he didn't think it
was funny. I didn't know to the extent to which he didn't apprechiate my
laughter until I felt the back of his powerful hand come crashing against
my face.  He slapped me. My face was red. As zen as I was, I still hadn't
fully embraced the whole turn the other cheek philosophy. I lunged at him,
pushing him into the wall and back under the rippling water of the
shower. He definitly didn't like that and I was definately out weighed and
out matched. He grabbed me by my robe and pulled me to him. Then he ripped
it right off my back and threw it to the side. His massive fist came down
hard on my face. I thought I was going to passout. Then he grabbed me by my
throat, lifting me off the ground and throwing me up against the wall under
the water. I couldn't believe this monster of a human being was man
handling me like this. his grip on my neck was fiercly tight. I could
hardly breathe. And water was continuously hitting my face. Then he let me
down. I called him all kinds of motherfuckers. Then he really shocked me.
He moved closer to me and lifted me up by my arm pits. I felt defenseless
as my legs kicked and my arns swung as he raised me higher. Then he did
something I definitely didnt expect. He licked my neck. It was so
animalistic and sedistic. His eyes all of a sudden changed, and he kissed
me. Forcing his tongue into my mouth. I wasn't one for the abusive stuff so
I continued to try to fight him. Then once again he let me down and threw
another punch at my face. I crotched down in almost a half standing fetal
position. The water still beating down on me. Then he really did something
shocking. He dropped his shorts and now his dick was pointing straight at
me and it was at least 12" or more, and about 2 inches and a half of girth;
if not thicker. I was terrified but curious at the same time. Then he
grabbed me by the back of my neck and lifted me again this time facing me
against the wall. I had no more fight in me, he was going to do what he was
going to do. He then pressed my face against the wall. He held me just a
few inches off the ground. But it was high enough that I knew what was
coming next. He wasted no time thrusting his huge dick into me. I was in so
much pain. But my throat wouldn't let me scream. He then pressed both of
his massive hands right into the center of my back to hold me up on the
wall; and began violently fucking my already wounded hole. I couldn't
believe I was being ravaged by this giant monster with his giant monster.
All I could do was cry to relieve some of the pain. The water was still
beating down on me as I cried and he fucked. He never spoke a word the
whole ordeal or even after. He just grunted. All I could do was look into
the mirror and see the reflection of my brutal assault. He fucked me harder
and harder, and rougher with every stroke. And i watched the whole thing in
the mirror. But what I didn't expect was that it was turning me on. As he
fucked me hard I felt my dick explode the biggest load I ever had into the
wall. Soon after I felt him too explode, only his was deep inside me.
Finally he let me down. Cum and blood and water, and sweat a like was
dripping down both my legs. I was in so much pain I could hardly stand. I
thought it was over but he made me stand there under the water as he washed
us both clean. Then like a baby he scooped me up in his arms and carried me
in the house. Then up into my room; where he laid both of us down in my
bed. Me still in his arms, we just laid there naked. For the next two days
we didn't leave that bed. And he fucked me at least a dozen more times. I
had no power to stop or even protest what was happening to me. I had been
ripped apart and completely destroyed by a monster; that I once thought to
be a gentle gaint. But nothing about this was gentle. It was rough. And on
the third day I finally got to be with my parents again. And never again
would I ever feel lonely.