Hey!
I totally helped write something better than your story, well OK, i only wrote the first Para, Luggage wrote the rest, but it's still better, I shal repost it here in it's entirity:

Slowly his bedroom door opened, causing him to whimper with excitement. There outlined in the doorway stood the silhouette he'd been hoping to see. "I... I tried to stop myself" stuttered Monty "but I just couldn't resist. The way you stood up for laissez faire Capitalism against all those benders on Off Topic it just... made me want you so much..." In three quick steps he was across the room and on top of FreeFare.

FreeFair gazed longingly into Monty's eyes. They both knew it had to be. Something that seemed so wrong on the outside, but when it came down to it, felt incredibly right. The timing, the setting, the tube of KY on the bedstand- everything. Monty and FreeFair moved slowly towards each other, a few seconds feeling like an eternity, as slowly, they began to kiss. Tentatively at first, their lips brushing together like hummingbirds in flight. Then, as their mutual passion took over, their kisses became more urgent, more animal. They needed each other, and didn't care they were so wrong for each other. It was just one of those things.

As their kiss deepened, their hands started to move. Like the kiss, it was a caress at first. Caressing though, ultimately wouldn't last. They started to tear at each other's clothes with a Bachannalian lust. Shirts, belts and trousers were flung all over the bedroom with a reckless abandon.

"I want you- now" breathed Monty, heavily, in between kissing, gasping for breath and fumbling with FreeFair's belt. FreeFair responded in kind, slowly giving way to his animal passions. Eventually, all their clothes were off, thrown everywhere with gay abandon.

Monty, slowing things down a notch, looked into FreeFair's eyes, and pushed him back on the bed, and took him in his mouth.

At first, Monty just licked FreeFare's shaft with the tip of his tongue. Teasing, FreeFare's previously limp member became turgid. Monty kept on kissing, licking, teasing, until FreeFare could take it no more. He roughly grabbed Monty's head and shoved it on his mouth. Monty took the cue, and began sucking like a man possessed. Dyson hoovers would have been suitably impressed.

As Monty's head bobbed up and down, FreeFare laid back, enjoying the sensation. And then, Monty stopped, and looked up. "I want you inside me- now".

And so it was. FreeFare reached for the tube of KY, and squeezed some onto a fingertip. Lightly at first, he began to tickle Monty's anus, round and round, before slowly inserting his finger. Sliding it in and out, Monty began bucking backwards in obvious appreciation. FreeFare then inserted another finger, and then another, until his hand was inside Monty, up to his wrist. Monty writhed in obvious ecstasy, as FreeFare fisted him like an angry god. Eventually, FreeFare removed his hand, and entered Monty fully.

FreeFare began to move, slowly at first. And then increasing his pace, he grabbed Monty's tumescent boner, and started pumping for all he was worth. They moved, back and forth, rolling around the bed, each lost in their passing and lust for each other. Monty bit the pillow to stifle a cry.

FreeFare's pace increased, until he could take it no more, and he came. Monty came at the same time, with the stimulation of his prostate and FreeFare's reacharound, and both collapsed on the bed, completely out of breath.

FreeFare felt totally disgusted with himself, and kicked Monty out into the street, naked and covered with sweat, hoping to never see him again.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Tue 23 Aug 2011, 16:00, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

"I shal repost it here in it's entirity:"
When?

PS Other flaws with your sentence are left as an exercise for the reader.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Tue 23 Aug 2011, 16:22, Reply)

What a cunt, he's calling your published story shit and he's left school without even the rudimentary ability to spell, or indeed use grammar.

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Tue 23 Aug 2011, 16:26, Reply)

i niver said I cud spell gud
but that story is still better than yours you fucknuckle.
( CQ Knows the truth, all of it., Tue 23 Aug 2011, 16:44, Reply)

Begone with you failed speller.

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Tue 23 Aug 2011, 17:05, Reply)

"but that story is still better than yours you fucknuckle."
Let me know when you get paid for it.
(apeloverage committed the vile act of onanism on, Wed 24 Aug 2011, 16:10, Reply)