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It was late, around 2am when I decided to leave Kara's. It had been a crazy year, I completed my New Year's Resolutions by February. For close to 8 months, I was happy as hell. Now, October 31st, my heart was broken and I had been put together with Scotch tape.

Looking back, I could never decide whether it was maybe my fault or it was just fate. I believe this was the worst, yet the best thing that ever happened to me, in the long run. Walking to my car, the street lights were on, (luckily) my car was under the one light that was off.

I pressed the unlock button on my key fob when I found myself falling. My nose fell flat on the concrete, a break and a crunch. When I could bare the pain to breathe through my mouth, I was suddenly on my back. Looking up, I saw a bald man, a scar that arc from the top of his right eyebrow to his cheekbone.

A punch was thrown and my cheekbone broke into a billion pieces. I couldn't recover from the pain as much as it throbbed and shot pain through my brain. I felt a knee break a couple of my ribs and a immediately I couldn't breath, I felt like I was being suffocated. Later, I would find out one of my ribs pierced a lung.

Just like that, I was on my stomach and Scar (what I dubbed him later) was ripping off my tank top and my pants where pulled down violently.

There was no kissing, no foreplay, I was jabbed with his large 10 inch, 5 and 1/2 inch wide dick. I felt it rub against my ass crack. Scar pulled my cheek apart with his one open hand, while his other was holding me down by my neck.

One excruciating and bloody thrust was thrown, one hump and I was unconscious, at least I hoped I would be. After that, the pain subsided and suddenly I was just cold and being thrown pumped against the hard ground.

I felt moist and I was being pooled in my own blood. He was now breathing hard on my neck as he pumped harder and harder, thicker and thicker he became, all the blood and gravel was turning him on more.

I sadly, was becoming hard as a rock too. I felt ashamed and like a victim. All my life I thought I was special, that I would find the love of my life and his dick and personality would be a dream come true.

My name is James Porter, actually I "was" James Porter. I died here, as he thrusted hard and harder, faster and faster. All of a sudden I felt his spunk release into my ass tunnel, it came seeping out of my hole, I couldn't tell the difference between that and the blood.

Finally, I could inhale and looking around he was gone. I was bloody and filled with only pain, and cum. Then, I fell unconscious.

In January of last year, I found my first love in one of the aisles of my local supermarket. Kyle was scrawny, but cute. Two months into the relationship, he told me he loved me and vice versa. We spent summer together, battling his parents as they were christians. My parents were fine with it, I came out to them the previous thanksgiving. We made out regularly, the best was at midnight and the early morning that we sat on my roof and slowly invaded each other's mouth with our tongues.

We never had sex.

On a regular basis in the beginning of the summer, I tried blowing him for my first time and his.

His dick was average, 5 almost 6 inches and girthy. I licked the tip of his cock, brushing his slit and moving down, only after fully wetting his cock would I wrap my entire lips around it, moving down, sucking and letting it travel to the back of my throat.

We had wonderful times on the roof, he came and so did I.

When I awoke, I was naked, on a cold October night in a park 2 blocks from my house. I was startled to feel a tongue on my dick, sucking and licking around it. My bush wasn't bothering him and it felt amazing. Sucking and sucking, moist and wet he made me cum explosively into his mouth.

I opened my eyes, and it was Kyle. Bloodied with sympathetic eyes, something that made me gasp loudly, as Kyle had been missing for two months.It was late, around 2am when I decided to leave Kara's. It had been a crazy year, I completed my New Year's Resolutions by February. For close to 8 months, I was happy as hell. Now, October 31st, my heart was broken and I had been put together with Scotch tape.

Looking back, I could never decide whether it was maybe my fault or it was just fate. I believe this was the worst, yet the best thing that ever happened to me, in the long run. Walking to my car, the street lights were on, (luckily) my car was under the one light that was off.

I pressed the unlock button on my key fob when I found myself falling. My nose fell flat on the concrete, a break and a crunch. When I could bare the pain to breathe through my mouth, I was suddenly on my back. Looking up, I saw a bald man, a scar that arc from the top of his right eyebrow to his cheekbone.

A punch was thrown and my cheekbone broke into a billion pieces. I couldn't recover from the pain as much as it throbbed and shot pain through my brain. I felt a knee break a couple of my ribs and a immediately I couldn't breath, I felt like I was being suffocated. Later, I would find out one of my ribs pierced a lung.

Just like that, I was on my stomach and Scar (what I dubbed him later) was ripping off my tank top and my pants where pulled down violently.

There was no kissing, no foreplay, I was jabbed with his large 10 inch, 5 and 1/2 inch wide dick. I felt it rub against my ass crack. Scar pulled my cheek apart with his one open hand, while his other was holding me down by my neck.

One excruciating and bloody thrust was thrown, one hump and I was unconscious, at least I hoped I would be. After that, the pain subsided and suddenly I was just cold and being thrown pumped against the hard ground.

I felt moist and I was being pooled in my own blood. He was now breathing hard on my neck as he pumped harder and harder, thicker and thicker he became, all the blood and gravel was turning him on more.

I sadly, was becoming hard as a rock too. I felt ashamed and like a victim. All my life I thought I was special, that I would find the love of my life and his dick and personality would be a dream come true.

My name is James Porter, actually I "was" James Porter. I died here, as he thrusted hard and harder, faster and faster. All of a sudden I felt his spunk release into my ass tunnel, it came seeping out of my hole, I couldn't tell the difference between that and the blood.

Finally, I could inhale and looking around he was gone. I was bloody and filled with only pain, and cum. Then, I fell unconscious.

In January of last year, I found my first love in one of the aisles of my local supermarket. Kyle was scrawny, but cute. Two months into the relationship, he told me he loved me and vice versa. We spent summer together, battling his parents as they were christians. My parents were fine with it, I came out to them the previous thanksgiving. We made out regularly, the best was at midnight and the early morning that we sat on my roof and slowly invaded each other's mouth with our tongues.

We never had sex.

On a regular basis in the beginning of the summer, I tried blowing him for my first time and his.

His dick was average, 5 almost 6 inches and girthy. I licked the tip of his cock, brushing his slit and moving down, only after fully wetting his cock would I wrap my entire lips around it, moving down, sucking and letting it travel to the back of my throat.

We had wonderful times on the roof, he came and so did I.

When I awoke, I was naked, on a cold October night in a park 2 blocks from my house. I was startled to feel a tongue on my dick, sucking and licking around it. My bush wasn't bothering him and it felt amazing. Sucking and sucking, moist and wet he made me cum explosively into his mouth.

I opened my eyes, and it was Kyle. Bloodied with sympathetic eyes, something that made me gasp loudly, as Kyle had been missing for two months.

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Feb 26, 2018 in romance

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