Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:35:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dont Be So Homophobic

Copyright- My name is Demitiri and I am a 19 year old Russian male and this
is another time for me writing these types of stories. Please enjoy because
I'd like to continue writing stories. Thoughts, comments, suggestions, or
would you just want to talk? Please be gentle.  Email-
demitiriK@yahoo.com. I don't bite =]

"Shut up fag!"
"I wasn't even talking."
"I said shut the fuck up!"
"Leave me alone! Why do you always have to bother me?"
"Cause you're gay and that's fucking nasty."

  I sat quietly on the bathroom stall as the bully continued his
homophobic rant against me. Ever since I came out freshmen year most
people have grown to accept me but some still want to belittle me and
even take time out of their hectic schedule to make me feel bad. I was
now a high school senior and had to bear the enormous embarrasment of
being labelled as the school's go to person for a blowjob, or anal, or
a hand job or whatever a person forced me to do. It wasn't really rape
because me, being the sick person that I am, enjoy people forcing me
into submission. But this one person never wanted anything sexual he
just took pleasure in seeing me at my lowest, seeing my puppy dog eyes
overflow with tears, and seeing me on the floor practically begging
for him to leave me alone for ten minutes.
  When he finally left the bathroom I pulled out my phone and texted
my best friend forever Adam. He always had a creative way of bringing
me sunshine and erasing my troubles. But this time he didn't text
back, I stared at my phone for what seemed like hours and nothing
happened.

"Oh Arri where are you?"

  It was Dewayne. He had came back to finish his reign of terror but
I was secretly hoping he wouldn't find me. I covered my mouth and
slowed my breathing and held a tight grip on my legs. Suddenly his
footsteps stopped and I peeked at the space underneath the door to see
his bright brown eyes staring back at me. Mouthing the word 'please'
he just laughed at me then busted the door open. Apparently I was too
close because it hit me right in the face knocking me down with a
force. Still in the fetal position I didn't want to look him in the
face, I didn't want him to see the four years worth of pain he caused
me. A lot of people occassionally made me feel bad but his actions
always hurt the most because well he is sort of my crush. Every night
I have dreams of how he's gay and I'm his little fantasy, but in my
real life it's the total opposite.
  He pushed his heavy black boot between my arms and separated my
arms from my legs exposing my thin frail abdomen. I looked at the
boot, then at him in a repeated fashion, hoping he wouldn't kick me
where it would hurt. But no he swung his foot and kicked me right at
the bottom lip. In an instant the blood began to drip out and so did
the tears. I can't help the fact that I'm overly sensitive and I can
cry from anything. I picked myself up to where I was on my knees and
all Dewayne did was slam my head numerous times against the cold and
hard wall of the bathroom stall. Luckily there was no blood leaking
out to ruin my luxurious mane of thick black hair.

"Dewayne please, it hurts."
"Want me to leave you alone fag boy?"
"Yes."
"Yes who?"
"Yes sir."
"Get the fuck up pussy! And go clean your ass up."

  I quickly splashed some water on my face and stared blankly at the
mirror. At the edge of the mirror I saw him staring back at me with
rage in his eyes. He doesn't even hate gay people, we were actually
friends since preschool but when I came out I've been enemy number
one. I never found out why he grew an extreme amount of hate for me
overnight, or why he felt a need to express himself towards me with
violence and disrespect, but whatever.
  Running out the bathroom for the school bathroom I stopped dead in
my tracks to see the rain comming down at an intense pace. The sky was
dark besides the bright flashes of lightning and deafening cracks of
thunder. However, me being the lucky person that I am decided to leave
my car at home and wear shorts to school. Besides a few teachers who
were going to stay at school for some more hours it was just me and
Dewayne. We both stayed a bit longer because we were doing a test for
pyschology. A test that took damn near two hours.

"Um wait!"
"What the fuck do you want Arri?"
"Can I get a ride home?"
"Fuck no. Your fag ass can get the bus or walk home."
"I don't have any money."
"Well it looks like you're out of luck!"
"Dewayne please can you just do this one thing?"
"Is there something you don't understand about the fucking word no?"
"You bastard." I mumbled under my breath as I walked away.
"What did you just say?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"Come here."
"Dewayne I didn't say anything I swear!"
"Bring your ass here now!"

  I stood there motionless. I knew if I went over to him he'd beat me
in some type of way that would only result in more pain. This time he
just looked at me without any other actions. My heart was beating with
anticipation, my palms were sweaty, my vision was starting to blur. He
had rage in his eyes, his fists were balled up tightly, he was biting
his bottom lip and his face was getting more red with each passing
second. Suddenly everything went black and I felt like I just died or
something.
  My eyes flickered and I tried to pull everything back together. I
was in the passenger seat of a car with some soft jazz music playing
in the background and when I turned my head I saw Dewayne talking to
some people on the phone.

"What happened?"
"The fag fainted. You fell on me like a damn tree, almost knocking me
out, so I backed up quickly and you banged your head on the floor."
"I could've died from that type of impact."
"Not like I would give a shit."
"Dewayne why do you always treat me so.. bad?!"
"I'm not a fan of you fag boys."
"But we were so close before."
"Well we not anymore! Bring it up again and I swear I'll give you the
worst beat down of your life."
"I just wanna know what I did to deserve this."
"Didn't I tell you to shut up!"
"Sorry I won't bring it back up."
"Now where the fuck do you live at? I'm sick of you gaying up my car."
"805 LaMarla Road."
"Wow, that's a tough neighborhood."
"I know."
"How does a fag like you survive there?"
"Do you have to keep calling me a fag? I know I'm gay, the entire
world knows I'm gay. I don't need you to throw that disrespectful term
at me every fucking day."
"Arri have you forgotten just what I will do to you?"
"No sir."
"Talk like that again and watch what happens."

  The ride home was one without any spoken words, I would look over
at Dewayne every now and then but I don't think he ever looked back at
me. The only reason I looked at him was to see him lick those thick
full lips, or brush his trimmed eyebrows, or just admire his beautiful
brown skin. I had a dream like this, but in my dream we drove to some
faraway motel and had hot wild sex all night. Driving down my street
there were some girls arguing and two houses down some guy was getting
into it with his mother. The resident crackhead, JFX, was nowhere to
be found though.
  Pulling into my driveway I saw my dad sitting on his porch chair
with a blunt in his mouth. Everyday all he did was smoke weed, smoke
weed, smoke weed, sleep, fuck with me. My dad was just like Dewayne
but in grown up form.

"Why the fuck are you getting here so late homo?"
"I was taking a test at school."
"Because of your stupid ass I couldn't even blow it down with a bitch
I met last night."
"Sorry dad."
"Get your stupid ass in the house and get ready."
"Not tonight I'm tired."

  He didn't say anything. He ran over and held tightly on my throat
until I was gasping for air. My hands were turning blue and my vision
started to go again. The life would have been choked out of me if
Dewayne hadn't came over to break it up. That was his first act of
kindness in years.

"Go wait for me in the car Arri."
"You wanna dance little boy? I'm a grown ass man so don't you dare
interrupt my affairs."
"I don't care what you are. But I know one thing.. you ever touch my
Arri like that again and you'll be the one begging for forgiveness."

  Dewayne ran back to the car and we just drive off. I didn't know
where we were going and I didn't want to blurt out the question
because he looked pretty mad.

"Thank you!"
"Shut up Arri I'm not in the mood right now."
"Ok but still thank you so much for taking me away from that hellhole.
Every moment I spent--"
"Shut your damn mouth!"
"Dewayne I'm sorry but I really think you should know--"

  Before I could finish my sentence he kissed me. Tongue and all. It
felt like a million butterflies just flew out my stomach and carried
me into the nicest paradise in heaven. His lips were so soft and
smooth, his tongue was fat and wrestling with my tongue, and his
strong hands were roaming all over my plump little bum.

"Take off your clothes."
"But we're in a car won't we get caught?"
"I don't care about getting caught. Now take the shit off fag!"

  I slowly took off my shirt because well I was scared. Looking at
him there was a large amount of lust in his eyes and that scared me
even more. Uh oh I felt my eyes gettig watery. When the tears started
to roll down I pulled my shirt back down and zipped my pants up.
Dewayne backed down into the driverseat then he leaped up slamming the
side of my head against the dashboard. Maybe I should just do what he
tells me to do. But I didn't need to do anythig except lay there
quietly.
  In less than a minute Dewayne had stripped off all of my clothes
without causing any type of pain. He gazed all over my thin and pale
body and gently ran his fingers around my thighs. I couldn't help but
squirm as he did it because my thighs will always be my spot. I
decided to return the favor and slap my hands on hard muscular chest
while nibbling on his ear. Foreplay wasn't his thing because the whole
time I was doing my thing he had taken off his pants and let his dick
hang there. I looked down to admire but secretly it scared the hell
out of me. Ever since I started fucking a few years back I seen a lot
of dicks some small, some big, but nothing like this.
  His brown cock looked to be as long as long as my foot, which is 9
inches exactly, with the thickness of your average American boy arm,
and that's what made it so intimidating. His balls were rocking back
and forth in a tight sack but damn if they weren't the biggest balls
I've ever encountered. I looked back up at Dewayne and he had this
twisted sadistic smile on his face as if he knew he was going to do
something I wouldn't particularly enjoy.

"Turn around Arri."
"I can't take it Dewayne it's too big."
"Turn around Arri."

  I looked at him with my bottom lip poking out thinking he wouldn't
force me to do this. But no I was wrong because he spun me around and
pressed my body up against the window and parted my cheeks with the
head of his dick staring at my exposed hole. Despite my promiscuity I
remained free of any diseases and my hole managed to stay extremely
tight, Dewayne was certainly about to change something about me. He
tried pushing in the head but it was too large for it go in
comfortably. Instead of fingering me to loosen it up a little he
spread my hole somewhat wider and rammed his entire cock all the way.
  I couldn't scream, or moan, or beg him to pull out because having
so much meat invade me at once had shut my body down. I felt him pull
out halfway and then shove the whole thing back in balls deep. There
were no sounds except for the sound of him slapping my ass as he
pounded away ferociously at what used to be a delicate hole. He
grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock in harder than before, he was
fucking me at a pace that I never experienced. All the pain had
subsided and I was now moaning with great pleasure as Dewayne had his
cock so far inside me I was probably suffering from internal organ
damage.
  My body was now pushed up against the dashboar and he was grinding
his cock as deep as he could. I looked around to see he had somehow
placed his feet on the dashboard and had his hands on my shoulder
fucking me for life. His balls were hitting my thighs with loud pops
and he was just grinding his dick with passion. I couldn't help but
moan loudly and sometimes let my eyes roll back from how good he was
making me feel.

"You like that big dick in your ass you faggot?"
"Ooh yes I like it."
"You like it?!"
"Ahh fuck me Dewayne, ahh!"

  He kept saying more stuff but I couldn't say one word. His dick was
so good my mind had separated itself from the body and all I could do
was breathe. He layed me on my back and rammed his cock in and out of
me like a wild jackhammer. My body was shivering and jerking around in
crazy motions but he maintained his cocentration making me his bitch.
His hands were balled into fists and they were pressed down into my
back so he could have a better balance. Then suddenly he pulled out to
where only his head was inside, but then he shoved the entire cock
back down in my hole. He repeated that same process forever causing me
to jerk my own cock rapidly and cum all over my body and his car seat.
  He layed on top of me and lifted his butt up and down so his cock
was moving in the same way. I felt his cock grow thicker and this made
me cum even more, so much cum it was flowing down to the floor of the
car. He pulled out one last time and rammed the monster back inside
making me squeal like a pig. He was dominating my body like nobody has
ever done before and all I wanted was for this to last an eternity. He
grabbed my shoulders, bit my neck, and shot load after load of warm
sperm up my ass but he still wanted to continue rampaging. I tried
squeezing him out of me but he would just push in deeper and deeper
and as the more I squeezed the tighter my hole became which made me
fill me with cum. When he finally pulled out I felt a rush of sperm
hit my back and up to my neck. I wanted to turn around and let some
hit the back of my throat but he had one hand fiercly fucking my ass.

"Damn that was some amazing shit."
"I know."
"You wanna be my little fuck boy Arri?"
"Yes sir."