"Childhood Friend"
Prologue
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I was at my usual mountainous retreat, studying, when I chanced upon this couple. Well, my mountainous retreat really isn't much of a mountain considering the fact that it's in the CBD, but besides that, it's supposed to be a place for me to still my heart, think life through, reflect, meditate, learn to become ambidextrous, and ultimately, to study (note the list of priorities).
So as I was saying, I chanced upon this couple intruding on my quiet retreat. It didn't exactly infuriate me of course, but their actions were..interesting to say the least. So the guy leaned towards the girl, whispered stuff to her ear in which she giggled approvingly of, and proceeded to place her hand on somewhere which looks suspiciously near his crotch. Well either she's impressed or she's impressed, because she then smiled approvingly, something unimpressed girls wouldn't do.
The guy then proceeded to look around shiftily (trust me, I know that look on his face, I've done..shifty things before, like theft) before running his hand across the entire front of hers, boobs included, before resting that very same hand near her crotch.
Then they hugged and left, probably for a quickie before going off to work. Workers who are sexually frustrated are unable to do their job properly, they need to...get off well enough to proceed on with their otherwise mundane lifestyle I guess.
Well, this brings to mind several things. Why did they do it so publicly? I think it's for the thrill, the thrill of getting caught. It makes people want to challenge themselves, and is itself a way of spicing life up.
Is there anyone at fault between the 2 of them? Well, I think that it takes 2 hands to clap. There is this common misconception people have towards sex--that men are the only horny ones. That is not true. Females can be horny too. The view that only males can be horny is itself a very biased stereotype, because males are extensively proven to have a high sex drive. But females do have a sex drive too. Did you think that all erotic stories are written by males?
Move on.
There's this 'I don't want to read erotic stories, so gross' kind of sentiment around. I know, I've felt it. I don't get the point though, why shun it? There's no need to celebrate sex of course, but there's no reason to shy from it either. It's part of us, it's part of what we'd do in the future, and it's definitely what made us in the first place. To say that humans don't lust would be a fallacy.
Think of sex as like digging your nose. The finger is the penis while the nose is the vagina. Apparently the vagina gets to feel more stimulated as the penis enters it, like the finger-nose analogy. Females lust, but like the nose they can't bring themselves to keep appearing to want to be dug.
I celebrate this perversion of humans. I am a sicko. I am honest with myself -morally superior moment-, because I know that deep down everyone, there is a pervert. Sickos are just people who are exhibiting their perverse side and not just lusting and keeping their lusts in as something to be ashamed about.
I am not ashamed to be human.
Presenting: Childhood Friend
This story was written when I was in Sec 3. Yes, an entire 3 years back. I think I wrote it during History, because I was bored by..Ms. Gavin? That her name? I forgot, the boring one lah, I remember her making us kneel when we don't do homework =.= so this was, I guess, a way of 'doing work'. A rather defining segment of this story was inspired by "Ugly Betty".
Well, this is the exact copy of what I wrote back in Sec 3. Don't ridicule this piece of 15-year old writing :c
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Looking at the numerous, fading photographs, Alex's face stood out in spite of itself. He was m childhood friend, my brother, my confidant, my everything. I could not help but feel a sense of bereavement as I flipped through the peeling, yellowed pages of the leather-bound photo album. If filled me with nostalgia. Tears welled up and I started shaking uncontrollably. I felt helpless, empty, as even my tears left me alone in the dusk.
Remorse filled me, as blinding realization of my past actions hit home.
I led to the destruction of my friend...
We were great friends, Alex and I. We did almost everything together, fooled around with our teachers, and even girls. We would bathe together, appreciating each other's manhood, comparing sizes, and joking around. He was more than a brother to me. If I were a girl, we'd definitely be romantically involved. But I wasn't, and so I stopped short of becoming homosexual. I'm straight.
But Alex could not. We were 20 then. I had already started going out with girls, while Alex remained withdrawn, cold to the world. Except me. I should have known then, that something was wrong. But I was slow, self-centered, conceited enough to think that I know him too well, that he was as normal as I am. I passed it off as a transition period for him.
But that was not the case. We were bathing together once, when he suddenly...stood up. There was an odd look of craving in his eyes as I stared into them. I was shocked, but tried to dismiss it even as he advanced towards me. Mortified, I watched as he tried to turn me around. My brain was fuzzy, and I had a weird buzzing sound in my head. As he was ready to sodomize me, something hit my brain: I'm not gay. I woke up from this subconscious state, and heard those 3 words reverberating through the bathroom. As though shot, Alex stood there. I'm sure I shattered his heart there and then, as he simply stoned there, incapable of motion, almost as if something that his life depended upon had just failed him. I ran away as his erection drooped. As I was fleeing, I could not help but notice as something disappeared from his gentle blue eyes.
I never heard from him since then.
5 years passed, and I graduated from university to become a full-fledged psychologist. The job was tough, but it was more than a job to me. It was my passion. I knew never to be romantically involved with troubled women. Until I saw her.
Alexis was simply beautiful. From head to toe, everything about her was perfect. Her facial features were skilfully chiselled, and..well she's just beautiful. Even her sitting posture, her way of crossing her legs, the way her gentle blue eye's twinkled as she laughed approvingly of my humour, and even the way her melodious carries...she captivated me. Her voice had this sense of warmth that I've missed for so long, and something about it was agreeable to me. Her voice washed over me as I sized her up, even though I'm not supposed to do this to my female patients no matter how desirable they are. Hour-glass figure, milk-white skin, and warmth and light seems to radiate from her entire being...
"Are you okay, doctor?" She smiled as she spoke. Apparently, she knew that my mind wandered off to her. She valiantly tried to cover her discovery, but failed miserably as we both blushed furiously. That was the spark of love.
Our relationship soon evolved from doctor-patient, to friend-friend. Her psychological problem was soon forgotten, as whenever we met, it's at the movies, or for meals, or crowded places. None of which was conducive for psychological assessment or help, and we soon decided to forget that she had a problem. Love between as blossomed perfectly, as normal as normal could be.
I went to her house one day under her invitation for dinner. The details became hazy, and the next thing I knew, we were kissing passionately. I slapped her ass and pulled her towards me, dry humping her along the way. Caressing her back intimately, I grew hard immediately. Eating into each others' faces, we both knew something we not wanted in common: MORE! With my masculine strength, I stripped her of those cumbersome apparel. The buttons of her blouse fell hypnotically onto the floor, as she reached the last button of my T-shirt. Too slow! I flung my shirt away as far as possible, as if it was not worthy of my skin, not worthy to be in, or to see, this intimacy of ours. My pulsating pole of muscle was rearing to escape from my iron-cages, the zipper. She had to get in the way! pushing me to her bed, she got on my. Humping my still caged Incredibly Hulk, I groaned. I wanted to get into her so badly, but she refused my admittance. Evil. The bristle of hair covering Wonderland's admittance started scratching against my pants. I thrust my hips to meet her, and she could not stand it anymore either. I heard my zipper going off, and my pants fell to the floor. Sensing freedom, my rigid pole broke out from my underpants.. It had attained a new level, that of titanium hard. Alexis' mouth was agape in wonder. Perhaps she had never seen a shaft that big and hard before. Her dainty hands worked in unison with her mouth, as they engaged with this huge encounter. Closing my eyes in pleasure, I released myself in her mouth. I can shoot, a lot. My turn at this sextion (action). I dumped her onto the bed, beside me. Sizing me up, she gazed at me expectantly. She can take pain huh. She shall not be disappointed! Pinning her to the bed, I shot my member between her legs. Her hymen broke apart, and a few warm drops of blood oozed out. Her scream of pain materialized instantaneously. I was too huge for her, and I forced entrance on her too quickly, too forcefully. Her body tensed up as its instincts were to minimize the pain. However, she screamed for more. Sado-masochistic. Pumping her mercilessly, as vigorously as possible, her body convulsed and her groans grew louder. Hugging her as tightly as I could, I felt her sharp breaths on my neck. My knees grew weak, as yet another shot of me came into being. Shooting within her, everything became stickier and the slopping sound of our various genital juices were soon overheard in spite of our groans of pleasure. More, more. Tonight we live, tomorrow, we'd never know.
I never tire, but Alexis' body seemed unable to take anymore. She went to sleep, while I was allowed to wander about. Her room was beautifully decorated and decked with ornaments. I was drawn to a leather-bound book, yellow with age. My throat went dry as pictures of my childhood days plastered the pages. Page after page, the pictures followed a chronological order and became more recent. I saw the 20 year old Alex and myself, on that very fateful day that he tried to sodomize me. Next page: Pictures of Alex in Thailand. Then..
Alexis in Thailand.
"Honey, what are you doing?" The familiar cadence of this suspicious voice suddenly hit home. I dropped the heavy photo album in shock. Looking at the album, then at me, her eyes dilated in shock.
His blue eyes.
Alex.
-- 10/21/2010 10:36:00 PM
