Post by ebeli on Jul 1, 2009 11:34:04 GMT -5
I just felt this needed to be written, after looking at this picture
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Also, warning: strong language and adult themes (and WTF material)
4BIDDEN LOVE: A DAVID AND TRAVIS FANFICTION.
When David awoke that sullen September morning he spent the morning hours pondering over life. He'd not been in a solid relationship for quite some time and it was starting to wear him thin. David would often control his insatiable lust with masturbation over various manga fantasy girls, always the connoisseur of Japanese culture, but time after time it just left him feeling plastic and fake, and that bored a hole in his heart that occasionally left him feeling guilty and ashamed. Lost in fantasy, he begun to feel an erection building in his loins.
"Oh god, that’s twice today,” he thought to himself, almost speaking out loud. Unbeknownst to him, another presence had entered the room without him noticing. Brad usually carried with him an unmistakable musk and Nick usually smelt like a florist, probably because of all the scented candles he had stashed between his mattresses, something that gave him no end of pleasure. Just as David was going to reach down into his pants to fondle his unusual junk, a voice wrung out and shattered the disturbing fantasy world David was constructing in his mind.
"Morning David..." It was Travis. David’s heart exploded inside his chest. "Oh, hey dude" he said gingerly, cupping his balls through his pants, his hand ever so slightly creeping towards his fly. "That’s it", David thought, "Today’s the day. I'm sick of lying to myself" "Travis, you are MINE,” he roared. Suddenly, he realized what he had done. David looked up to see a bewildered Travis Granger staring blankly back at him. It was at that moment David realized he still had his hand resting upon his crotch. Travis, without saying a word, left the room as suddenly as he has appeared.
At that moment, the dagger that had been hanging over David’s heart for eons broke free of its bondage and thrust downwards, cleaving his heart in twain. “Fuck…” That was all he could conjure up. “Fuck…” The word floated around in his head and started to expand to fill his cranium. A strange tension started to build up in his gut and he suddenly realized he felt violently ill. He sauntered off to the bathroom to freshen up, an uninterpretable look plastered upon his face.
This week was going to be tough…
EDIT:
I think maybe some of you are taking this alittle too seriously...
I really thought the florist line would have given it away.
1.bp.blogspot.com/_wNlyX8XSZow/SkRzzA0W_tI/AAAAAAAABFM/w0XjO4_I8ZY/s1600-h/DSC01191.jpg
Also, warning: strong language and adult themes (and WTF material)
4BIDDEN LOVE: A DAVID AND TRAVIS FANFICTION.
When David awoke that sullen September morning he spent the morning hours pondering over life. He'd not been in a solid relationship for quite some time and it was starting to wear him thin. David would often control his insatiable lust with masturbation over various manga fantasy girls, always the connoisseur of Japanese culture, but time after time it just left him feeling plastic and fake, and that bored a hole in his heart that occasionally left him feeling guilty and ashamed. Lost in fantasy, he begun to feel an erection building in his loins.
"Oh god, that’s twice today,” he thought to himself, almost speaking out loud. Unbeknownst to him, another presence had entered the room without him noticing. Brad usually carried with him an unmistakable musk and Nick usually smelt like a florist, probably because of all the scented candles he had stashed between his mattresses, something that gave him no end of pleasure. Just as David was going to reach down into his pants to fondle his unusual junk, a voice wrung out and shattered the disturbing fantasy world David was constructing in his mind.
"Morning David..." It was Travis. David’s heart exploded inside his chest. "Oh, hey dude" he said gingerly, cupping his balls through his pants, his hand ever so slightly creeping towards his fly. "That’s it", David thought, "Today’s the day. I'm sick of lying to myself" "Travis, you are MINE,” he roared. Suddenly, he realized what he had done. David looked up to see a bewildered Travis Granger staring blankly back at him. It was at that moment David realized he still had his hand resting upon his crotch. Travis, without saying a word, left the room as suddenly as he has appeared.
At that moment, the dagger that had been hanging over David’s heart for eons broke free of its bondage and thrust downwards, cleaving his heart in twain. “Fuck…” That was all he could conjure up. “Fuck…” The word floated around in his head and started to expand to fill his cranium. A strange tension started to build up in his gut and he suddenly realized he felt violently ill. He sauntered off to the bathroom to freshen up, an uninterpretable look plastered upon his face.
This week was going to be tough…
FIN.
EDIT:
I think maybe some of you are taking this alittle too seriously...
I really thought the florist line would have given it away.
