I once knew a kid named Mike Richards. He lived right across the street from me, and he had the Sega channel, so I let him tell people I was his friend.
Anyhow, every time I slept over at his house, he would wake me up in the middle of the night and stick his finger in my butt. After about three or four encounters of this, I tried telling his parents. They just laughed and fed me candy. I decided to take matters in to my own hands.
The next time I slept over, I pretended to go to sleep. Then, while Mike was distracted with his uncontrolled masturbating, I filled my anus with super glue. Much like the previous evenings, I once again had my midnight encounter with his finger in my butt-hole. Mike was quite surprised when he tried to pull his stinky appendage back out, only to find that it was stuck with sticky glue. I leapt up and dragged Mike by his finger (in my butt) into his parent's bedroom to prove to them what horrors were taking place.
I flipped on the lights in their chambers and exclaimed, "Behold, thy son is a crazy-finger-fucking-maniac!"
The mom and pop that lay before cast me a very puzzled look, "What are you talking about!?" they both replied.
The dad looked pretty pissed, "We don't have a son...and WHY IN THE HELL are you naked in our bedroom with your finger in your ass!?" he barked out.
That is when I looked around to see that there was no Mike at all. Since that day I have been living in a box in the sewers. I drink gutter water and eat feces to survive. I miss Mike.
Article was last edited on Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 @ 5:26 PM
