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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 7, 2010 23:30:47 GMT -8
This Is Why He Doesn't Get Drunk Sixteen bottles of beer littered the table in front of him. Barely even able to hold himself on his bar stool, the German sat hunched over, his eye warbling around like a merry-go-round on a trip to Candy Land every other five seconds. Slow groaning noises echoed from his chest as he grunted, attempting to push himself into an upward stance off the table.
He stared at the bartender, a young man who had developed a curious twitch as he stared at the German on his seventh bottle of Bud."...Your... Your beer'z... SHIT."Stare."HAHAHAHKAHAKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..."---
*WHOOMP*
Falling HARD on his back, his legs dangled up on the bar stool as his hands were in a jumbled mess over his face."Kehehehe... Drunk az ze funk...---F***."The entire bar was staring at the spectacle he was making. Slowly, the German began to crawl forward in a horrible stumble, his shoulder blades over exaggerating their protrusions and recessions into his chest, as he stood up. It was cool that the bar here (which was hardly legal) would let the underage drink here. But it was another thing to get disgustingly drunk.
The German was wearing a pair of jeans, ripped on the knees from a scuffle, usage, or too much fighting. His white shirt was taut over his chest and perspiration made his body visible underneath as it licked to him. His mouth was slack as he shook his head, trying to stifle the laughter."...F***... I'm zoooooo hot right now..."Pulling at the rim of his collar stretched the shirt dangerously, making the cloth cling dangerously to the point of ripping at his side, his scarred up body revealing hard-earned muscles underneath for such a tall, lanky boy. Slowly he pulled himself in a slump, his chest resting on the bar table, ass raised up in the air as he looked up a bit stupidly to the bartender whose twitch had only grown worse."...'Nudder. Keekee." |
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Post by David B. on Sept 7, 2010 23:45:57 GMT -8
Exstasy.
When taken willingly, it can truly be a party. It can also kill you. So David of course tried to stay away from it. However, when one was slipped into his as a joke from some punks at the bar, things got a little...distorted. Mixing it with the alchohol in his system, David had very little control over his system, and his body seemed to overheat at an obnoxious rate. He shook his head, scratching his neck a little before his breathing increasing. He removed his leather jacket as the drug began taking effect. The black tank came off next, both being dropped uselessly on the floor. His blue jeans began to make his skin itch, so he stood, walking away from the counter without looking back, the people watching both him now and a white haired male David may have recognized at a later or different time.
He undid his belt, letting his pants drop. He fell forward, tripping over them before falling against the raised body of the German, grunting as he hit him, fallin to the side, rubbing his chest as he began shivering uncontrollably.
This was hot not good.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 7, 2010 23:55:32 GMT -8
FORBIDDEN FRUIT, FTW? *SLUMP*
A violent, ELECTRIC shiver raced up from his rectum, all the way up his spine as some sudden mass of someone rammed into him. The inner workings of the German of several dozen repressed memories flooded out. So many penetrations. So many times had the SUCCULENT TIGHT WALLS OF HIS ANUS had been violated at the all boy's Corporal Punishment school back in Germany. Terrible memories flooded throughout his body, as he shivered violently on the table, knocking over two glasses, which the twitching bartender knelt down to catch at the last second.
Terrible memories.
...But then, the German always showed a bit of masochism...
For what it was worth, the German fell backward, the tightness of his pants' crevice slamming just perfectly onto his compatriot's manhood. The German's shot up, as he stared, his mouth open, his eye staring blankly at the ceiling...
And for a few split seconds the bar was perfectly still, with only the repetitive grunts of the still shocked German still occurring in deep, heavy breaths.
And then the speakers began playing again. |
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