Still a better love story than twilight.
In the beginning, the Big Bang. Two particles with immense energy hugged and exploded into the entire known universe. This has absolutely nothing to do with the Iraqi War but I don't know what to write helphelphelp are you perhaps my mother, MOOOOOOOOOOM. I get taken away in a van with canty. My anus is spread wide open. Fortunately it's just my mom. Mom tells me: 'It's all ogre now'. She gently pushed her strap-on far and deep in my rectum. I passed out.
The next day I woke up outside on the streets of New York. I lay in the arms of a gentle but slightly stinking old man. His clothes were shattered and his teeth were yellowed. He was stroking my butt and holding his hands against my cheeks. 'Heyy hotshot, my name is 'Gets less Pussy than Stephen Hawking' Raoel. You looking for some fun tonight? I know I am'. Raoel was pushing his fingers a little harder against my soft buttcheeks. 'No, not with you', I shouted sensually, as I repressed a moan. I released myself from his gentle grip and ran towards the nearest house. I rang the bell with a horny Raoel pinching my ass. The door opened with a screech. Who I saw next would change my life forever for the better. His smile, brighter than the brightest candlelight. His eyes, deeper than the Mariana Trench, blue as the bluest ocean. His hair, waving like wheat in early May. His muscles, he wasn't wearing a shirt, were big and round like my mother's breasts. He came closer to me. I could feel moisture coming down my trousers. 'Dieren', he whispered into my ear. I couldn't take it anymore and passed out yet again.
When I woke up again, I was in a strange library of sorts. Books were spread across the floor. I tried to sit upright, but I was strapped down on a couch. I tried to scream but a big red ball was tied into my mouth. When my eyes adapted to the lighting, I saw a man furiously reading a book. 'O Saarland, o Saarland…' he whispered, releasing some air from his lips. I made a sound which sounded like a baby seal. The man looked curiously and a bit surprised to me. He had strong jaws and small glasses. They reflected the candlelight, which gave him a pleasurable face. He slowly curled his lips into a grin. He stood up and walked calmly towards a closet. He opened it without saying a word and a big, black whip appeared. He turned around, walked towards me and blindfolded me with a piece of a silken world map. I felt a hand pushing my pants down and the next moments where moments of pain and pleasure. I moaned like a hound running after a rabbit for hours. The pain stopped and I was exhausted. A few seconds later I felt a big, hard penis penetrating my butthole. The man was older than any other man I've ever slept with. I could tell this because of the smooth, experienced pushes he made into my anus. 'Call me Pekeltje', He said as he went as deep as his pleasure stick allowed him to. 'You're all Pekelder now Twan, you won't leave this library on my guard'. 20 years later, I am writing this story from Jacco Pekelder's basement. I have grown fond of my lover. In the corner Raoel is sleeping, with mild moaning. He joined us a couple of years ago. The man in the door, who I dream about every night, has his own tv show called 'The Super Freek Show'. I miss him every moment of the day. Every now and then Jacco allows me to talk with him. He is the reason I haven't given up on this life. Every time I think about him, my crippling depression fades away like it was never there. These moments give me the biggest boners, which Jacco loves. This is why he allows me to meet Freek sometimes.
I hear footsteps in the hallway, I think it is Jacco coming. I'll have to quit writing now, duty calls.