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I Follow Rules

8/29/2012 9:19:35 PM
Every day since 6th grade, my mom has packed me a small coke bottle in my lunch. Some days I didn't go to lunch, and I found myself longing for that small coke bottle, it seemed to comfort me. I have social anxiety disorder, and with that coke bottle in my hands, I felt like nobody was in the room besides me and that coke. At this point, it was nothing more than just a strange habit. Hit 9th grade, and I still have this little coke bottle with me every time I go to lunch. I seem to grow more attached to it. I would sit down at tables full of people just to be able to have it in my hands, and to drink that sweet, tasty soda. I still had just as much anxiety, but my, "love", if you want to call it that at this point, was stronger than my fear of people. Later on in the last semester of the 9th grade, I started to have some -blam!- feelings for it. I would grab it, pull my hand up and down, up and down. I would stroke it. People obviously thought that this was weird, but I didn't care, I had that coke bottle to comfort me. At this point, I sat all alone because people were just so (wrongly) repulsed by this. Whatever, more space for my coke bottle. Then in the beginning of 10th grade, my urge to have a stronger relationship with it began to excel. When I would drink it, I would start to twirl my tongue all around the sides. All of those bumps on it felt so good. It seemed to massage my tongue and excite me -blam!-ly at the same time. That with the taste left me doing this for the rest of the lunch period. Administration even contacted me one time, but I didn't say anything. How could I? How could I tell anyone, especially the school administration, about this lust I had? No, on second thought, I don't think it was lust, it was love. I kept on getting more intimate with it, but now I want you to skip to yesterday. I'm in the 11th grade now, and I was so starved -blam!-ly that I now only drank from small coke bottles at home as well at school. I knew that I had to go further, but would that be right? Would I seriously do [i]that[/i] to a coke bottle? My logic here was that I had already gone so far, so I might as well. -blam!- life and whatever anybody else thinks of me. So, that night I grabbed an empty coke bottle that was laying around my room. I pulled down my pants, my underwear, and tried to gently ease it in. One problem though It didn't fit. What? I thought that my stuff was surely small enough for this! Doesn't matter, I'll get it in no matter what it takes! So I did. I violently pushed while I was boned and eventually got the head through. The feeling of those bumps pressing against my head seemed too much to handle, but I managed to hold it in. I then continued to push the rest in. It started to turn blue, but I was so close! I couldn't possibly stop now! I pushed and pushed and pushed until the tip of my head hit that tiny circular thing at the end. With my head pushing up against that and the bumps all over the beginning of my dick I knew I was going to come in a matter of seconds. I saw out of my window, a falling star. I ran over to it, burst my coke bottle and dick through the window. Glass shattered everywhere. Somehow my coke bottle and dick remained unscathed but no questions were to be asked, I had to make my wish. I came, I said... "I wish, I wish for the truHNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGTH!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, give me the truth!" Everything went silent, so silent that it could drive you crazy. I was dying for a noise. My head seemed to shift itself over to the coke bottle, now filled with my semen. The semen attached to the head of my dick. All of the sudden, the head started to age to when I was a baby, to when I'll be an old man. Just the head. If you could say that you could go forwards in time and backwards in time, then the time that I was seeing was going up, down, left and right as well. The, "time-zone" around my dick's head was not just going from young to old, it was going up, down, left and right. That is the only way that I can explain it. Once I saw this, my head felt like it was going to explode. I was not meant to know this, so who gave me this knowledge? Lucifer. But now, I have the knowledge that you will never actually die. The thought of that is very scary to say the least. Actually to tell you the truth I don't know if it will be you. Maybe it'll be just the young you, but a new being. I don't know, it's all very confusing, and I was not meant to have this knowledge in the first place. Maybe we do die, god I hope so. I can not imagine an eternity, but then again, would it matter if I don't know that I'm living in eternity? Actually, it's not eternity, it's just a mishmash. It's time going up, down, left and right. The best I could put it though is an eternity. So now I am scarred. I have no idea what to do with my life. If you had seen this god-awful truth, you wouldn't know either. Do I continue living as I normally would? I guess it doesn't matter, so that's why I lay down in my bed, put my headphones on, and listened to Portal 2's theme song. Please, let me forget this, let me forget all of this. [url=http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff384/lolrofl911/Photoon2012-08-29at1611.jpg]P.S: It's harder to fit than you might think.[/url] I would of taken a picture after I got it all the way in, but I was enjoying it too much by then. [Edited on 08.29.2012 1:22 PM PDT]

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