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“Frankie, please, I beg you-” “Yeah, beg me baby!” Frankie is actually taking my protest as appreciation. Is he out of his mind? Yes actually he is, I forgot that tiny fact for a second. “No, I mean-” I start. I never finish. He suddenly grabs my face and crashes his mouth up to mine, slathering his tongue over my lips until I succumb from the exhaustion of resisting. I never thought I’d have my best friend’s tongue whipping his saliva around my fillings. It’s rather disgusting to say the least. He’s dropped his hands from my face now, but the kiss is still unbroken. I want to break it but can’t as he’s so close now that my head it pressing to the brick wall behind me. I’m trapped. His now unoccupied hands occupy themselves. He’s taking off my belt. Oh Jesus. “Oh God, please hear me Jesus Christ super star!” I pray. If you can call that a prayer. “Turn around.” He grunts again as he releases me from the kiss, this time guiding my waist with his hands, forcefully twisting me around so that my face is painfully digging into the wall. So…this is a fun night out, right? “Frankie, for the love of Fuck, get you’re filthy little hands away from there!” I say indignantly as I feel my trousers drop and his fingers trailing along my bare ass. Yes, I didn’t put on any underwear. Typical. Just when it would have come in handy. Hey an extra layer is and extra layer and highly useful in such a situation! “Don’t be so prude.” He mumbles thickly, taking two fingers into his swollen mouth and sucking on then, swirling his tongue over the digits to lubricate them. Prude? PRUDE? I’m the fucking kink queen! That cheeky little mother fucker. “Listen, Frankie, Hun, Sweetie,” I babble, as he prods a finger against my exceedingly tight entrance. “Can’t we work this out over a pot of tea and a plate of biscuits?” “Maybe later, but for now I like this better.” He says offhandedly, as though we’re discussing the matter over drinks in a posh country club. Bastard. “Oh, but-” Finger 1. “Gee, relax, you’re too fucking tight!” Frankie protests, as though for all the world it was me who started this. Man, who thought just one finger could cause so much discomfort. It’s like having a rolling pin shoved up my anus. “Frankie, babe, sugar,” I start off again, wincing and biting down on my lip as he forces yet another finger inside my tight hole and attempts to scissors the combined two. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…. “This might hurt for a minute.” He says soothingly as he withdraws his fingers slowly. Hurt? HURT? What will hurt? What is he going to shove up there next? A Viking long ship? Well...I suppose that’s one way of putting it. “Frankiiiieeeeeeeeeee!” I squeal loudly as he smashes himself up into me. How did he get so fucking hard, and come to that how fucking BIG? This hurts, this really hurts. Bastard, he’s going to pay for this! “Give it a minute, it might grow on ya.” He says calmly, stroking the side of my face gently with the very tips of his fingertips. I shudder. Grow on me eh? Not likely. “Frank, for all that is good and holy in this world, let me go!” I plead, struggling a little but to no avail. Every move I make is like having a sword poked in a very tender (and rather private) area and I can’t stop myself from crying out in pain. “Listen Gee,” he says after a few moments silence between us. “I’m doing this for us.” Us? There is no us! I’m not his boyfriend! I never was, never will be (especially not now). I have little time to ponder this as he’s begun to move, slide in, slide out, like I’m a fucking pin ball machine. He’s taken hold of my ass so he can ride it better. How many times has he done this I wonder? “You’re the best out of the others, I need this to be you.” He pants heavily, quickening his pace a little. Okay, now I’m worried, what does he mean by that? “Gee…oh Gee…You’re so...fucking…TIGHT!” “Really? Never!” I squirm in annoyed and rather painful discomfort. I’m being raped. It’s not so bad, I’ve had worse in prison (and off Bert McCracken). “Yeah, little tight ass Gerard Way with his cute little butt.” Frankie is giggling in an uncharacteristically freaky way as he pauses his assault to catch his breath. Fuck alcohol. Fuck it right along to hell and high water. Okay, lets recap shall we? So far I have been tricked into escorting my hammered best friend back to the tour bus in the dead of night. I have been forcefully felt up. I have had tongues stuck down my throat. I have been manhandled and prodded in rather special places and at this present moment in time my best (supposedly hammered) friend is riding my ass with little or no regard for my safety. Oh joy I do believe this has made my night. Top of the chart in my Top Ten Shagfest List. Yeah, I’m having a wail of a time, speaking of wailing… “GEEEEEE!!!” “FRANKIIIEEEEEE!!” Do not be fooled, the alley wall has not just been sprayed with something rather like frozen yoghurt. No, don’t even think about it. For that to be the case I would have to be enjoying this to a certain e-x-t-e-n-t, but I’m n-o-t so tough. No, that outrageous caterwauling was the result of Frankie speeding upwards toward my prostate. He squealed in pleasure…I squealed in pain.
בעקבות הבקשה שהייתה פה לגבי פאנפיק מסויים, חשבתי שיהיה נחמד כל שבוע להביא סיפור של שוט אחד משם, כי יש שם סיפורים ממש טובים
אז סיפור השבוע הוא הסיפור המבוקש:
פראנקי השיכור אונס את ג'ר
*WHAT A NIGHT OUT*
זה באנגלית לא קשה, נורא מעניין, מצחיק ומגעיל אם תירצו
אז ממש כדאי לקרוא ולאט!
