The parents pretended like they didn’t know what was going on when it came to drugs and alcohol, but when his mother walked in on him and the girl, she couldn’t pretend like she didn’t. In other words, they cared, they just didn’t know what to do about it. It seems like this reasoning is a-whole-nother story in itself.
Short Story / Checkmate
I began fucking this skank after a drunken pilled out night at my house. My parents had gone to sleep long ago and did their best to pretend like they didn't know what was going on. My friend had passed out on the couch in the living room leaving me and this dick magnet cuddling across from him. We hadn't as much as kissed when she stated her need to exit my presence to relieve herself in the restroom. After a couple of minutes had passed, I realized my need to use the restroom. We met halfway from the couch to the bathroom door. She made her move. Check and mate.
We made out passionately as we maneuvered each others clothes off and each of our bodies to my bed which was five to seven feet to the left. Once we arrived there, I asked if she had a condom to which she replied, "No, why? Do you have anything?" I told her the truth and then shifted her thong from her sexy hips to the floor as she removed her under-shirt. There wasn't much foreplay before she insisted I insert myself inside her.
Although I was cracked out on muscle relaxers and beer, the feeling of the walls of her vagina against the sides of my penis caused endorphins to flow from the top of my head to the tips of my toes making my body shake randomly on top of hers. As I thrusted in and out, harder and softer and harder and soft again, she screamed out my name in between moans of ecstasy. I could hardly believe my mom or dad didn’t come in to crash the party. Considering I still had to piss and the room reeked of day old fish, I was finally able to ejaculate. We had done it. We had succeeded at killing off an hour of our miserable existence.
She put her clothes back on as did I. There were no feelings of awkwardness between us for neither her nor I were amateurs in the game of casual sex. I walked her to her car and kissed her goodbye, but it would not be the last. We had a connection, a pact if you will and time's death sentence had been sealed. We continued seeing each other for months afterwards. I told her I only wanted a monogamous relationship fearing more than one depositor could lead to a bad transaction. She agreed. Past relationships had forced me to succumb to a numbness that wouldn’t allow serious feelings to arise for anyone. I wanted our relations to stay strictly sexual because I knew it was fucked up from the start and I would be the one that got fucked over in the end. I was right.
She took every cock that came her way. I suspected foulplay when her “X” kept calling and she didn't want me to talk to him. I say X instead of ex because he is just another letter in the alphabet soup of relationships gone bad. I ended up talking to him. He gave me the lowdown. We drank all of her dad's vodka and drove over to one of the boytoys house. He gave me the lowdown. I mean, I knew she was a slut, but I figured we fucked so much and for so long, how the fuck did she have time to fuck other people.
A couple of months into this sextravaganza I discover what appeared to be a pimple on the lower region of my shaft on the left side. I was even able to squeeze a white substance from its inner core a few times before its true identity became apparent. What I had thought was a pimple on my dick grew into a wart during the revealing of this painting called “Regret” by I.T. Oldyaso. I didn't know what to think of it at the time. My uneducated mind thought,"Hey, warts grow all over my body, why not on my penis." This was the least of my worries. My parents had kicked me out for catching me in the midst of intercourse with this whore. I know what you’re thinking, “Wait a minute, I thought they didn’t care.” They cared. They just couldn’t pretend like it wasn’t happening any longer. You would have to know my parents to understand their actions. I’ve known them for years and I’m still learning. Anyways, I had been staying... living at the no-pay prostitute’s place. My mom would invite me over for dinner occasionally and sometimes I would stay the night. I had been bouncing from their house to friends houses and back again until the harlot drew me back in.
How could I resist? We weren't dating,( luckily, I would have had to of scrapped a lot of dudes) and she was the best bone I've ever had. She never complained about too much pain, and her keigles were amazing. Not to mention her car, a gold firebird with racing tires and rims. I, on the other hand, didn't have a secure set of wheels. My dad had bought me a car, but would take it away whenever he felt he was losing control. I also didn't have a secure roof over my head or secure food in my belly. She offered all of these things. The STD was just a bonus.
I wouldn't find out it was HPV 'til over a year later. One doctor assured me it was nothing and sent me on my way. He is still sending me a bill I refuse to pay. A doctor at a walk-in clinic in my town enlightened me. She assured me it was HPV, told me it causes cancer in men and women, and attempted to freeze what was now two warts off. The method extricated the cauliflower peak; however, the pimpleish sign of the virus is everpresent. So much for free love.
I, still, find myself having sex on a very rare occasion after the Human Papaloma Virus scare. I wear condoms as to not infect the other person despite the plees for me to remove it and the fact sex doesn't feel with one. I became aware when I was dating my most recent girlfriend. She was cool with it, a little too cool if you ask me, and got the HPV vaccine, which is only for girls. As far as I know, she doesn't have it, but Human Papaloa existince in an individual can only be determined through sight. In other words, if you aren't showing any physical signs of the virus, there is no way to tell if you are a storage facility for the virus.
Now, two years later, I am still treating the virus, which has spread to about seven random places on my penis, with Condylox gel. It is applied topically to the infected area two times a day for three days and then a four day rest period is required before beginning the cycle again. It seems to be helping, although, nothing is certain. It has been professionally brought to my attention that HPV can either stay with its host forever or go away on its own with some assistance. On top of the topical gel, I take vitamin E, when I remember, to strengthen my immune system as to help, completely, rid myself of the wart producing, cancer causing guest who I invited into my body. However, there is no cure for HPV currently on the market… Maybe the Black Market, but that’s a-whole-nother story entirely
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slbynum3 reviewed Version 1 -
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Not a bad story. It shows what could happen to teens if they acted just like this person, having unprotected sex without thinking of the consequences. Some may say it’s too explicit for teens, but they need to read things like this so they can understand the reality of STDs. There are a few errors I thought i’d point out:
“I told her the truth and than shifted her thong” than should be then
“We continued seeing each other for months afterwords” afterwords should be afterwards
“I suspected foulplay when her X kept calling” I think you mean ex instead of the letter X
“My parents had kicked me out for catching me in the mydst of intercourse” mydst should be midst
“How could I resist? Were weren’t dating” – were should be we
Besides the spelling and grammer issues, I think this wasn’t half bad. Maybe you could get it published in a magazine or something for teens.
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FrakKevin reviewed Version 1 -
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Ewwww, but I liked it. It was really graphic and the perfect way to scare kids from sex. Just your description of the HPV sold me on to this. This story works for both boys and girls….mostly boys. I didnt really get why his mom kicked him out when they didnt care in the first place, but it’s no biggie. I also wish I kind of knew the age group but I predict around 17. Overall I liked this.
LexiLane reviewed Version 1 -
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-I definitely don’t think this falls into the ‘YA’ category. I understand your desire to educate the YA crowd, but I highly doubt a publisher would consider this for YA.
-That being said, I actually like how descriptive the piece is. It makes it an interesting piece to read, rather than making it feel like you’re just trying to educate people through text-book methods.
-‘pilled out’ should be ‘pilled-out’.
‘We made out passionately as we maneuvered each others clothes off and each of our bodies to my bed which was five to seven feet to the left.’ Stating the distance of the couple to the bed is superfluous and takes away from the moment a bit. I’d suggest removing it.
-It seemed like the story ended rather abruptly. I can only assume the guy never saw the girl again, but how am I to know for sure? I think it’d be beneficial to drag out the ending a bit. Does he learn to not sleep with random girls? Ever end up in a healthy relationship? We don’t know. :)
slenderpanther reviewed Version 1 -
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awesome!!!I love the way you presented this… The hard up guy, into drugs and alcohol, trying to love up on the town harlot… Its a beuatful twist on an old tale… I like also that there is no race involved brcause std’s arent racist.. kinda not diggin the curseing but hey, thats just me… It was a raw story, told to evoke strong feelings.
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