The Sleepover
"Bye!" yelled Carly as she boarded the plane to New York City. I just waved to her while silently caressing my small cock. Man, if I wasn't gay, the things that I would do to that girl I thought, slyly smirking to myself. Carly was going to New York with Sam for an interview on Jay Leno and had asked me to keep an eye on the appartment and her older brother, Spencer. Spencer is a high school dropout and is clinically insane, but he can still be pretty cool at times. Not to mention hot, I thought while ejaculating my load all on my leg. I felt my hot seed travel down my leg and into my shoe. Ignoring the cum, I walked over to where Spencer was waiting in the car and hopped in the front seat.
"So Freddy, are you ready for our men's night out?" Spencer asked with an apparent erection in his pants.
"I sure am!" I replied buckling my seatbelt. Spencer and I had been planning this night since we first heard that the girls were going to New York, and were excited about it. Spencer wanted to keep where we were going a secret, but I had seen that he had purchased V.I.P. passes to a Justin Beiber concert and membership at a gay club down the street on his computer. This is just too great, I thought, massaging my tender meat. Spencer started the car and pulled out into traffic, cutting off a car full of niggers and killing a dog in one foul swoop. The niggers began screaming at us, but Spencer didn't care; he only had sex on his mind. Once we arrived at the appartment, the new receptionist greeted us. Lewbert had killed himself a week after my mom dumped him, so they had to hire a new receptionist named Abdul Muhammad. Abdul was a strange man that was obviously a member of the Taliban due to his skin color and where he came from. Spencer just told him to eat a dick and walked up the stairs. You never could have guessed from the show, but Spencer is an extreme rascist, insanely violent, and proud of it. When we opened the door to the appartment we saw one of the most arousing and disturbing things in our lives: Gibby ass naked with Griffon underneath him, pounding him in the ass. Spencer didn't say a word as he stalked over to the mating couple and began punching Griffon in the face. Griffon tried to make a break for the door but Spencer grabbed his leg and he smashed to the floor. Spencer mounted Griffon and kept punching him in the face, till me and Gibby (still ass naked) managed to pull him off. "Spencer, what got in to you?" I asked him.
"I just wished I were him when I saw him tearing apart Gibby's ass," Spencer explained in shame.
"He's dead!" Gibby yelled at us, tears pouring down his face.
"What are we gonna do with his body?" I asked Spencer nervously.
"Easy," he stated. I watched Spencer pick up the dead teenager, stick him in the elevator, and send it down to the lobby. He then picked up the phone and dialed three numbers. "Help! Theres this kid that got mauled and raped by a Taliban soldier in the lobby of my appartment! Hurry!" he screamed, hanging up. Then he turned to Gibby and asked, "Gibby, why don't you come with us on our anal adventure tonight?" Gibby's face lit up at the mention of butt plundering and he nodded enthusiatically, blowing his load all over the sofa. We were all pretty hungry, so Spencer offered to make some hot dogs, the ultimate homo food. After putting some water on the stove for 30 seconds, Spencer dipped the hot dogs in the water three times each, thinking they were cooked. As we were eating the raw shafts of pig genitalia, Spencer began licking the tip of his while looking me in the eye. I came for the second time that day, feeling the warm liquid travel down my legs into my shoes, yet again. I looked at Gibby and saw him twisting his nipples and sucking the intestine filled, meat sac like there was no tomorrow. After our 'dinner', we all got in the car and drove down the street to the Justin Beiber concert, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fag in action. The first thing we noticed when we came in, was the strong concentration of homosexuals in this place. I suppose this is what Heaven will be like... I pondered. Then, Justin Beiber himself came on stage and began grabbing his prepubesant testicles and screeching out notes unheard of in musical history. It truly was a sight to behold. Much cum and shity music later, the concert was over, and anyone with a backstage pass was allowed to go meet the homo-Jesus in person. Right as we were about to meet Justin, a man ran out of nowhere and shot him in the head, blowing his brains all over the floor. Satisfied with the concert, we got in the car to head to the next location in our 'boys night out', El Homo Loco. El Homo Loco wasn't just any gay bar; it was THE gay bar. We arrived at the club and came at the sight of it. There were homos as far as the eye could see and the sound of club music blasting out of the door. Spencer all of a sudden got an angered look in his eyes and walked over to a black man, punching him in the face. The nigger retaliated by pulling out a gun and shooting Spencer in the head, killing the livid homosexual.
"NOOOOOOOOO! SPENCER! I LOVED YOU!" Gibby screamed. I ran up to his corpse and checked his pocket, finding the membership passes to the club.
"Better not put these babies to waste," I said smugly. Gibby smirked and held my hand as we walked into the club. We danced for 3 days straight with men from all over, had lots of good sex, and even learned a thing or two about ourselves. When we finally left, we both vowed never to forget that experience for as long as we lived. Gibby and I had to walk home becuase our ride was dead, but we didn't mind; it was more time spent with eachother. When we made it back (8 days later) we turned on the T.V. and saw some shocking news. Carly and Sam were found drugged, raped, and slaughtered in a garbage can in New York. Gibby and I just looked at eachother and laughed, turning off the T.V. and making out. We decided that we would stay in the appartment and live out the rest of our lives in peace and prosperity. Two years later we both died of old age, having buttsex.
The End