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Post by Keith on Mar 11, 2007 23:28:15 GMT -8
It was the last period of the day for Keith. Luckily for him, it was a computer class. They really didn't do much in class except goof off on the computer. Either play games, go online, or both. Not being in the mood for online games at the moment, Keith decided to go online. One website had caught his attention. A friend had told him about this site called "www.grouphug.us" where people anonymously post their confessions.
Confessions, eh? What juicy material are in those confessions?
Keith was familiar with the site. He frequents the site a few times in the week to see what people confess to. Pretty interesting stuff. Some funny, some sick, and most definitely some very fucked up stuff.
With a few fast keystrokes, Keith typed up the web address to that site. All these confessions were done anonymously. People think that using the net is "anonymous." However, it's not the case since we live in the digital and electronic age.
He read one confession out loud:
"I want to go through a lesbian phase in college...I want to be able to turn my husband on years later by telling him about it."
Keith couldn't contain his laughter. Those simple lines were just rich as hell. He almost fell out of his seat laughing.
"This is bloody rich!" Keith exclaimed as he continued laughing. He didn't know what to make of it. Simply, Keith shook his head. Luckily Keith wasn't drinking anything or he'd be having a massive spit take at reading the confession.
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 12, 2007 12:13:55 GMT -8
Justin was lounging, slouching in the chair at the back right of the room. The teacher said something about webpages, but Justin heard nothing. His earphones were plugged firmly into his ears, and were streaming music from the iPod perched precariously on the desk he sat at. He pushed it forwards a little, so as to not let it fall off, and then he leaned forwards, both elbows upon the wood of the table, as he scrolled the wheel down on the mouse.
He was reading a blog, for video games. www.joystiq.com , a site he visited frequently, as honestly, the microcosm of a world that was the Video Game business was often more interesting than the world around him currently. Behind it, a webcomic, www.questionablecontent.net was loading, albeit slowly due to the amount of people on the server. He sighed audibly, and clicked through the news.
Suddenly, a harsh cry of "This is bloody rich!" Destroyed the stream of music into his ears. He jumped slightly, thrashing the earphones from his head, and looked towards the source.
Some guy, reading something on some website. He laughed audibly at this, and spoke up.Something to share?
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Post by Keith on Mar 12, 2007 12:23:07 GMT -8
"Something to share?"
Keith turned to the person and nodded. This content was indeed pretty damn rich in Keith's own opinions. The people who confess make the 259 students look like a bunch of damned boyscouts.
"Indeed, I'm looking on this website a friend told me about. People anonymously post their confessions to get things off their chests," he explained.
He pointed the student to the monitor where Keith was reading out loud one of those confessions. Keith continued laughing.
He then clicked on another confession and read out loud:
"I have the hots for one of my students. I'm only a couple of years older than he is but I know I can't go there but to compensate I've been ignoring him and not helping him with critical assignments. That's as wrong as if I were flirting with him. I come up with a million and one reasons to find him in his room but with out success. Maybe he'll catch on and ask me out when the semester is over. I know he has the hots for me to."
Keith sighed and let out another laugh.
"She better be hot!" Keith exclaimed in his English accent.
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 14, 2007 12:06:59 GMT -8
Justin chuckled at it too. Teachers with students, something thats currently run the media gambit, seems to happen more often than he realized.
Thats some screwed up Shit. The name is Justin. You are? I think I saw you one time walking down the street... a Homeless lady came up and talked to you with her dog...
He rapid fired typed something into his own computer before glancing back to Keith, wondering who he was...
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Post by Keith on Mar 14, 2007 12:11:38 GMT -8
Thats some screwed up Shit. The name is Justin. You are? I think I saw you one time walking down the street... a Homeless lady came up and talked to you with her dog...
Ah, Keith remembered talking to a homeless working. He was wondering how she was doing since they ran into each other. The girl had refused medical treatment for some reason. But maybe they'll run into each other again.
"Indeed it is... I'm Keith," he said introducing himself. He continued scrolling through the confessions to find something interesting and could possibly give him a few good laughs.
Keith found another confession and read out loud:
"you were the first person to make me cum during sex, but then you got cocky, so i'm back to faking it again. it just makes you even more cocky, but you can't enjoy sex unless you think i'm enjoying it, and all it actually takes for me to enjoy it is you enjoying it. it's a stupid cycle"
He found himself laughing again.
"That'll put a dent in the relationship right there."
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 14, 2007 15:55:52 GMT -8
Ahh... Keith. A good name, I guess. It's not as weird as some names he's heard while here. But, then again, it seemed that no one here was normal.
He read the paragraph that Keith was soon cracking up at. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow upon the first sentence, and proceeded to laugh with Keith.
"That'll put a dent in the relationship right there."
No shit. Guaranteeing that if he ever read that, he'd be sorely remiss about ever thinking himself as a hot shit.
So, why are you here in California, Keith? Did something wrong? Set someone on fire? Pelt a group of kids nearly to death with Paintballs?
He smiled on the last one, remembering his own reason for being here....
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Post by Keith on Mar 14, 2007 16:04:53 GMT -8
No shit. Guaranteeing that if he ever read that, he'd be sorely remiss about ever thinking himself as a hot shit.
So, why are you here in California, Keith? Did something wrong? Set someone on fire? Pelt a group of kids nearly to death with Paintballs?
Keith shook his head. He didn't recall setting anybody on fire though the thought crossed his mind about some people. The pelting a group of kids? It wasn't Keith. But Keith remembered a person who drove around on a go-cart pelting people with paintballs.
He laughed.
"Sorry, none of the above," Keith answered. He then added, "I just needed a change in environment, really. Things were a tad bit too dicey for my tastes back out east."
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 14, 2007 18:59:45 GMT -8
Back out east...
Hmm... I wonder.... Where did he live?
East? As in... New York? New Jersey? Ohio? Vermont? Massachusettes?
The pure awe that would arise if ANOTHER New Yorkian went to this school would dumbfound Justin. He liked knowing things about people, it was just one of his things. He was having infogasm over the fact that he knew a beautiful girl who also lived in New York...
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Post by Keith on Mar 14, 2007 23:39:45 GMT -8
East? As in... New York? New Jersey? Ohio? Vermont? Massachusettes?
Wow, he does ask a bunch of questions...
Keith stretched his arms out a bit before answering. Looking to Justin, Keith adjusted his black shades.
"From 552 in NYC. Though I didn't stay there for long. But I've seen more than enough drama in such a short time," Keith explained.
"And you?"
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 15, 2007 8:48:48 GMT -8
Fumbling with the mouse as he listened, he heard the keywords...
N Y..
I'm from New York too... Not from the city, or that school mind you, but from upstate, around Albany, the capitol....
Justin perused down the page, and came to another entry...
My old girlfriend from college used to fart when ever she felt like it. Even if we were in public, she'd just let one rip and not give a damn. She was kind of a tomboy, but only in her actions.
Anyway, this one time when we were having sex she farted so loud that she pooped on the bed sheets. She was so embarrassed and ending up crying... but the reason why she cried wasn't because she pooped on the sheets, it was because I couldn't stop laughing at her. In fact, I laughed to the point where I started to fart like a machine gun. I couldn't stop myself.
So, in the end, she broke up with me because she felt I wasn't "mature" enough to handle her "mature" farts.
HAhahAHhahAhhaHAha You've got to be kidding me!
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Post by Keith on Mar 15, 2007 12:53:53 GMT -8
HAhahAHhahAhhaHAha You've got to be kidding me!
Keith read the confession. That was indeed pretty fucking funny as hell. After reading that confession, Keith couldn't help but laugh his ass off even more. It was fucked up yet fucking hysterical at the same time.
It seemed that Justin was up from Albany. Albany should be nice. Well most of NYC is nice. It's just that 552 happened to be some sort of cesspool of violence.
Keith then read out loud another one:
"I am 27/f. I got married at 19, to my fourth bf and sex partner.
Here goes--- Two years ago my first bf who took my virginity at 16 called me and said he was in town for convention X (I live 400 miles from my home town) and he was alone and didn't know anybody in town but me so do I want to hang out.
I called in sick at work and we looked at the convention a bit then went to the hotel restaurant for lunch on his tab and had some drinks, then went to the bar for more drinks and we were talking and laughing and I was so flushed, then we had a dance and he kissed me and asked me up to his room.
In the room he kissed me again and started slowly taking my clothes off, just like my first time with him, and I took his clothes off. I pushed his pants to his knees and pulled his boxers down and saw that solid beautiful proud cock, my first. He ran his hand through my hair and pulled me toward it, I took it in my mouth just to taste it again. I closed my eyes and felt like I was 16 again.
We fucked three times in three hours, almost like when we were teenagers. In between he would pet my breasts and tummy and pussy and make out with me and tell me how great we were together and how much he missed me, and then I would suck him to get him back up so he could fuck me again, because I wanted him to fuck me so badly, fuck me hard and spray come inside me.
I got home before 5:30 and that is the one and only time I ever cheated on my husband. I feel guilty, but if he comes to town again I will do it again. I think about it a lot. I feel guilty and turned on at the same time. I love my husband, but that boy just gets me so wet."
"Damn..."
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 15, 2007 14:07:05 GMT -8
He listned allowed, blushing slightly at some of the more raunchier parts, chuckling at the inane.Some people are fucking weird...He cycled through www.fark.com looking at the latest news posts. Nothing good, really...
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Post by Keith on Mar 15, 2007 14:16:16 GMT -8
Some people are fucking weird...
Keith laughed a bit, "indeed they are. If she's hot, I wouldn't mind breaking off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar." He decided to take a look at the website that Justin was looking at. Keith's had his fill for the day of reading anonymous confessions.
"What brings you here to 259?" he asked out of curiosity.
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Post by Stu Pott on Mar 16, 2007 8:31:34 GMT -8
Justin scrolled as well, listening to the almost hilarious attempt at alluding to fucking someone.
Some people ARE wierd..
You know that paintball thing I mentioned earlier? Yeah. Thats why. Parents shipped me out here... I live by myself, with a maide that comes by every night who cooks and cleans...
I've got some money, but my parents boy almost everything themselves...
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Post by Keith on Mar 16, 2007 13:32:41 GMT -8
You know that paintball thing I mentioned earlier? Yeah. Thats why. Parents shipped me out here... I live by myself, with a maide that comes by every night who cooks and cleans...
I've got some money, but my parents boy almost everything themselves...
Keith chuckled a bit. It definitely reminded him of one person that did such a thing.
"Y'know, that reminds me of this one bloke. I think his name was Mathew Amtrum from what I know. Reign of Blood's golden boy he was. He pretty much did whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted," Keith explained.
He recalled stuff he heard.
"I remember that one time he took a go-cart and started pelting students with paintballs. That in turn caused a conflict with a defender in training, a blind boy named Connor Dwyre. Boy, that was definitely one for the story books."
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