Should my friend seek help?

Suicide after only 8 posts huh?

yes. immediately. i read the first 2 sentences and then i stopped.

ya he needs some serious mental help, i read like the first two paragraphs and couldnt read anymore

dude jake i told you to stop talking to marc. that kids soo fucked up

7

theres no help for him

i know. he can be cool sometimes when hes drunk tho

jeeze. that was disturbing. but i kinda want to read the rest. it like a disgusting youtube video you cant help but to watch in its entirerty.

i read it all.
i am now in the process of killing myself, but taking any assortment of pills  isnt working fast enough, thus fore i am now in the procedure of hanging myself
good bye NS, and good bye cruel world

Ask and you shall recieve:


Lonely, lonely wasn't the world. Painful maybe, but lonely didn't encapsulate the way he really felt. He thought it was funny, a little sad maybe. "Sad" he thought, that the happiest times of his life were also the worst. He had better lodgings now, a better life, but the years of pain that defined him had now left him behind. Armond, grew up as so many young children do in the lower Antilles, Destitute, living from meal to meal, hoping that the next day would arrive and pass with no more strife and pain than the day before.

Children often left home when they were old enough to work to send money home for the family. When he turned nine he went to work in the phosphate mines, that is where he met her. Her name was Coreen. She was older than him, by four years. Having some maternal tendencies she quickly took him under her wing. Holding him close at night while he cried. Consoling him when he was so far from home. He soon grew to love her, and she him. A sort of platonic love of at first, one that exists between those who give care and those who are cared for. As they grew older this changed. Awkwardness manifested itself for every part of their relationship, both feeling a strong internal desire that they could not express or fully understand.

Work in the mine was difficult if not nearly impossible. A day would be about sixteen hours long. Scraping and transporting bat shit off the walls and floors to be used for fuel. The feces permeated everything in the workers' lives. It was everywhere. On their clothes, covering their hard and muscular bodies, in their shanty homes located not far from the mine.

It eventually happened one day. He was eighteen she was twenty-two, as beautiful as ever. She carried with her a grace that makes her seem nearly divine. He still possessed the awkwardness of adolescence. They were alone in a tunnel that was not being used for the guano. It had been harvested the month before and still needed more time for worthwhile resources to accumulate. They often stole away once or twice during the long day to break for fifteen or twenty minutes. Coreen sat on a small ledge of the corridor. He turned towards her, smiling through the dirt and the grime plastered on his face. She gently gripped his hands and pulled him close. He wiped the bat shit from around her eyes and gazed into their hazel beauty. He leaned in and their lips met gently. She withdrew from the kiss with a harsh gasp. The culmination of their desires was occurring right before her now. She looked down and saw Armond's enlarged member. She pulled his pants loose and let them fall to the ground. She grabbed a handful of the guano and rubbed it up and down his cock, as hard as all of the muscles on his toned and strong body. He moaned, this feeling being better than anything he could have imagined while masturbating behind the shanty at night. The bat shit lubricated his cock while Coreen slid her calloused hand up and down its length. She guided him inside her. They made love while she sat upon the guano covered ledge and he stood thrusting in and out of her cavern, as deep and magical as the mine itself. He finished while she held him close and whispered in his ear that she loved him. He loved her too.

This went on the same way for two months. They would meet, once, twice, sometimes three or four times a day. After that time Coreen Became very ill. She became unable to leave the shanty, so sick and so weak, she just lay on her small straw palle. Armond took her to a hospital; a young doctor saw the two of them, so in love and so helpless. The doctor had yet to be emotionally hardened by years of seeing the impoverished die. He decided to help them even though they did not have money. Coreen died thirty six hours later. The doctor told Armond that she had toxic shock syndrome. She has gotten a bacterial infection in her cervix from all the sex using guano as lubricant. She would be gone, gone forever.

Armond sits alone on a hill overlooking the ocean, behind him the mine still functions. Young people were still living out the story that he and Coreen had. He paused to exhale the smoke from the joint in his left hand he had been puffing on. A bottle of grain alcohol lay in his right, already half gone. Armond had lived without her for ten years. He sat on that hill over looking the ocean twenty-eight years old and finished with life. He left the mine after Coreen died and began working as a fisherman, barely eeking out an existence. Better than the mine though. He looked in to the sunset, tears streaming form his eyes. He still lover her, perhaps even more now than the day she left him. He put down the joint and the bottle into the grass next to him. Slowly Armond reached into a paper bag and pulled out the revolver he had purchased from the old blind fisherman. He lifted the gun's barrel to his head and let out one last slow breath and pulled the trigger. Her kiss still lingered on his lips.

please... no more... please

more!



but for real, no that was fucked up, that kid is messsed up.

I assume you meant no more stories. So here are some poems :)

Today will be a good day
As she pulled up her sundress
She sucked my dick sweetly
Tickling my member
Everything felt so good.

Yellow, the color of her bra
Off; now laying on the floor.
Urethra burning, I have to piss.
Really bad.
Slamming my dick into the side of her cheek.
Eating my dirty dick. I stick it in her ass.
Lick it off. Lick your shiz.
Fuck.

Whose to say I'm sick.
Holding my shit and piss covered dick over her.
Over her, my shitty dick drips.
Right into her mouth I plunge.
Eat it, eat it.

what the fuck

hahaha your just as bad as him jake.

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bump. let me know if you guys want more. i have one more story and 2 more poems.

i think he peed in her butt

read the letters on the side. that is literary skill.

im starting to think that you wrote these..... you are no longer allowed in my home jake

that is fucked up. these better be a sick joke or he needs some SERIOUS help.

its the newschoolers theme song lol


and lets see the stories, they are messed up but i wanna read them

story- 7
friend needing serious help-10000000

Love and death in a time of volleyball... marks masterpiece

"Third time's the charm." Eugene Gwandoya said, as he prepared to set the ball to his star middle hitter Alaina Lampur. They were finishing up an individual practice on a Tuesday afternoon. Eugene's mind wandered as he thought about that morning, the argument he had with his wife as they left the house. She was on her way to work at the day care center and he on his way to his office, which was in the same building as the gym. It was about money, of course. It had been a common quarrel between the two and Eugene was wondering if all the trouble was worth it anymore. They had not been in love for years.

"I can't get it, I don't see the point of doing this over and over again if I can't fucking get it right." Alaina had been working on shifting her weight appropriately while she hit, and could not seem, to get the move to flow. It was hard for her to unlearn the technique she had picked up in her seven years of high school ball. Eugene turned towards his athlete and placed his hands on her shoulders. Looking directly into her eyes he said, "you can't just give up, changing things like this takes time." He let his hands linger a moment longer than he needed to and they both realized it. He removed them quickly, but to his surprise, Alaina only drew closer. She arched her mouth up to his and kissed him, tentatively at first, but it soon grew tumultuous tongue slamming. Swirling and twisting in each others wet mouths, experiencing a feeling that was so wrong, but yet so right.

They parted and stood looking at each other. The tension was so thick you could have beat it down with a dildo. "I, I'm sorry" Lampur said as she slowly backed away from him. Eugene just stood there not knowing what to say. Alaina had retreated to the locker room, happy to have one safe haven where she could hide her embarrassment. She heard a noise and looked towards the door. Eugene stood in the door with madness in his eyes that could only be instilled by lust. He walked to her and looked into her eyes. She did not see her coach anymore. She just saw a man, at the mercy of his own animalistic impulses, no longer able to resist or control them. He was a slave to his own madness. He pulled her spandex around knees and thrust his middle and ring finger his right hand into he majestic cavern. He moved them in and out of her juicy cunt as her body straightened and collapsed against his. He ran the index and middle finger of his left hand up and down her slit, finding her aroused clit, slowly moving his fingers in a circular motion around it. She shuddered. Her hand had already made it don the front of his shorts, feeling the hard veiny goliath that resided there.

"I would like to see you in my office." He said, withdrawing his dexterous fingers from within her. He walked out of the locker room smelling them. She left soon after, making her way to his office as quickly as she could, the space between her legs aching for him. She entered his office and shut the door behind her. She approached her coach. He shoved his fingers in her mouth, "Taste yourself whore, tate it." He said. Alaina ran her hands down Eugene's chest, stopping momentarily to stare into his dreamy eyes. "Set me up baby", she crooned. "Don't worry" he said, returning her stare and placing his hands on her spandex-laden hips. "I am an experienced setter."

He rhythmically removed her top, her body glistening with sweat. Alaina looked at Eugene and whispered, "What if your wife finds out?" Eugene, lifting his head from her muff, " I'm not supposed to talk with a full mouth. But she can go fuck that Persian she met at Bed, Bath & Beyond." Alaina stared into Eugene's hurt eyes, "Lampur" he whispered, "I'm really digging you. I want to feel you against me. I want to be in you."

Alaina paused, unsure if she should tread down this tumultuous path. "Ok."

"I need you to do something for me" "Anything" she replied.

"Put me in your mouth." Eugene moaned, displaying his sexual frustration quite visibly.

She pulled down his nylon windpants, making visible his sculptured nubbin. "Oh," she said loudly, "I didn't know you were that big." "Lampur," he replied. I didn't get to this point in my life with only an average sized penis.

Rolling her eyes, she accepted the pork sword into her salivating mouth. He nearly made her vomit. But she loved it. Eugene thrusted his sword in and out, matching the rhythms and sounds of dolphins making love. "Eeeeeeeee," he said, on the verge of exploding. She pulled away, "Leave some for me, big daddy." Eugene complied and slapped her across the face with his dangling appendage. She cried out, an ambiguous scream, one which displayed the dichotomy of pleasure and pain.

He slid down her Under Armour shorts, revealing her lubricated slit. His fingers traveled, flirting with her special area. She grew excited, moaning slightly but then quickly containing herself. He inched his penis closer, unsure when to make his last stand. When it made contact, he knew. Her vagina was like a stick of melted butter, if the friction ceased then the moment would be lost. Melted butter, Eugene thought to himself. Melted butter and I'm lactose intolerant. The irony was enough to make him blow right then.

"Coach, just go already. I want your rock hard cock, the ball is in your court."

Eugene realized life is a lot like volleyball. First there is the set-up, then the attack, and then hopefully the dig. If one is able to do this, then one has volleyed in the proverbial sense at least. But he was wasting time. He thrust, meeting the barrier that was her tight vaginal walls. He was nearly blocked, his large member nearly unable to fit. "OH," she squealed like a pig with it's balls in a salad shooter. "You really are horny, coach." Eugene sunk his head, but thrusted further. In and out, the sweat now glistening on both their bodies. She rubbing her hands on his sculpted chest and he touching her voluptuous chest. Seconds turned to minutes which turned to some more minutes, which eventually turned to hours. It was like battle. He attacking with his nether rod, she defending with her quiver bone. Every now and again, he would quickly pull his penis from her moistened hole and stick it in her mouth, screaming, "Taste yourself whore, taste yourself." Whoever gave up first in this game would not be a happy camper.

Finally, as Eugene was about to reach apex, Lampur screamed, "Shoot it on my face!" He pulled out, slapping her vagina and chest, while stroking his one-eyed monster.

His ejaculate struck her face and chest and he flipped her around finishing his load on her smooth, round ass.

"Suck it off, " he said, in a dominatrix sort of way.

She was about to engage in the sort of grooming that only comes after a sexual act as this one, when she noticed the looming figure standing in the background.

Eugene's wife stood in the open doorway, her mouth set in an open gape, fit for only the largest of cocks to be sucked in (she had a really big mouth). She walked into the room, her Persian boyfriend following closely behind her. The door closed behind them. The Persian moved to the corner pulling a gold butterfly knife out of his pocket and flipping it open. Alaina walked up to her coach's wife, who she had met only a few times at volleyball barbecues. Wiping some of her coach's spunk of her face on her index finger she inserted it into his wife's mouth and watched her suck it off. Alaina turned the wife around and threw he onto Eugene's desk while he only watched in amazement. Alaina tore the wife's shirt off revealing a pair of milky white tits to big for the constraints of any bra below a double D. Alaina kissed her way down to the wife's glorious forest and lifted her skirt up above her head. Alaina began to kiss and lick her luscious lips and clit. The wife screamed, "My god, fuck me, fuck me for all I am worth. I'm a free ball, anyone, anyone take me." The Persian stood in the corner; his pants down around his ankle while his dark hand ran up and down his average sized cock. He had the butterfly knife in the other, he was cutting his arm with it. The blood ran down his arm an onto his erect cock. It pooled in the little nest of black pubic hair that covered his undercarriage. A definite ball handling error.

As for Alaina, this was no jungle ball. She was taking an inside shot on the coaches wife and was definitely making an isolated play on a certain piece of anatomy. The wife called, "Lampur, you definitely get a service point." As he came and spewed ejaculate into Alaina's face. It mixed with the come that was already there.

While watching this spectacle and his member grow he had not had time to see the masturbating Persian move from his corner. It was too late, Eugene was dealt an underhanded serve as the Persians knife, covered in blood and semen, was plunged into his throat. The Persian ran out of the room, his average sized Johnson hanging from his pants and flopping and he ran. Alaina and the wife sat by Eugene as he lay on the floor of his second story office bleeding. Making his way towards death.

bump. my friend needs yo feedback. constructive.

holy fuck that story is weird, but i want more they are funny

All I have our poems left.

Hickory Dickory Dock
i hope you choke on my COCK
the clock struck two
AND I BLEW
all over your black smock

Only hours seem so far away
The smell of her hair
Her arms in mine
Minds reside where they once were happiest
The touch of her lips still lingers
Around the base of my cock

this is entitled: a man reflecting on a summer's eve

omg its so bad.. yet i cant stop reading

hahaha

I don't have anymore but I'm feeling artistic so maybe I will create some more and bump this later. Thanks for the support guys. I knew the haters would fade out

this is so addicting...omg...kinda like meth...

idk if its disturbing or halarious, in any case more!

kind of sick to.. but im hooked on it for some reason

hahahaha

sounds like something adam sandler would write

that was extremly disturbing!! how old is this dude writing this shit? im hoping its a lack of a maturity thing rather than somethin more messed up

"Get over here you whippersnapper"


I LOVE IT

your "friend" is really you isn't it you twisted fuck

Bump.

your friend should only seek help if he makes comments that are similar to his storys in public places, or to people he is not all that familiar with. But if he is just a normal kid writing intreiging sexual stories, by all means keep him going.

yah

These could turn out to be super dirty porno's one day.


Just a thought.

they are pretty well written just really messed up

Sorry to be a "hater" but my constructive criticism would be that you are a decent writer and you should either write stuff not full of bullshit or make your bullshit funny.  None of it was really funny to me, and those stories without any humor fall into the creepy as hell category.

haha thats so fucked up

ok i thought these were pretty hilarious and the whole fucked up thing kept me reading. I think the strong point is the fact that this shit is so fucked up its hilarious. so my advice would be to make the shit just a little funnier but still keep it really disturbing. and also the who death thing isn't bad because it makes it more serious which makes it more legit. but still hilarious


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hahaha thats great

"She grabbed a handful of the guano and rubbed it up and down his cock, as hard as all of the muscles on his toned and strong body. He moaned, this feeling being better than anything he could have imagined while masturbating behind the shanty at night."


aw come on man this shit is pretty funny

whether you or your friend is writing these doesnt matter but i suggest you write a new one everyday...just to get those thoughts out of your/his head and minus the batshit part of that story i actually thought it was pretty sweet

those were simply amazing