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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:22 PM
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Peephole
Joined: Jul 24, 2007
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Location: Stowing away in Daron's spaceship with a box of Oreos and water
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Title: Confessions of a Band Whore (As Told by Serj T.)
Author: Soul of the Harlot™
Summary: Serj sits down and confesses his life as a band whore, past and present.
Disclaimer: Although the title should be enough, THIS STORY INVOLVES A LOT OF SEX! And between two (or more) men. Read at risk. Also, this is not real. Serj is not a band whore to the best of our knowledge, and neither are the musicains he sleeps with (except Little Jimmy Urine, but he's just a whore  ). And we can't own any of them, unfortunately, but we can write realiztic slash about them!
[Side Effects Include: Dreaming you are Serj and having sex with another man, drooling, loss of muscle/motor control, squealing, and horniness.]
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Part One
My life, as I know it, is over.
There is no turning back, no repenting my sins. My life is not a computer, I cannot hit 'undo' or 'ctrl z' or 'take a step back.'
Oh, how I wish I could take a step back. How I wish I could have stopped myself before wading too far deep into the waters of sexual exploration. I am not gay. I just prefer sexual intercourse with men, especially those who are young. Not like, pedophile young. I'm talking college age. I'm talking the local bands that I would get to open for me, not just Fair to Midland. I have had sex with so many people in bands, it is no longer funny. I'm not just a man whore, I'm a band whore.
Daron was my first partner. We were both so drunk we didn't really care. We were just horny. We wanted sex and oh look, a person who is willing. It wasn't that much fun because he was on top and he just used spit as lube and didn't even prep me first. Just roughly started humping me until his needs were satisfied. Mine still were left a little uncooked, so to speak, and I think it was at that moment that I knew there was something wrong with me. I just didn't want to admit it. I enjoyed it. Every second that Daron was in me, I moaned like a little bitch. I begged, I pleaded. I made needy little sounds that turned myself on. Needy. I felt needy. I felt like I needed to orgasm in a way I hadn't before, and Daron was offering me that opportunity.
Without hesitation, I spun around, spread his legs, and blindly forced myself in. The noises he made, I thought mine were bad. He squealed and groaned and shook all over. His body tightened and stretched and he clawed at the sheets. It was amazing. Tantalizing is a better word. And when I came, my head swirled around the room like vapor in a steamy shower. I didn't know which way was up or down. I just knew I had just experienced some of the best sex in my life.
But Daron was just my first. I didn't think it would be with Daron, or anyone else within System of a Down. I didn't think I'd be drunk either. After that, we couldn't look each other in the eye because we both saw the blood and the semen. We could smell the fluids of the other person. And urine. Daron fucking peed on me when I collapsed on top of him. I think that's why he couldn't talk to me, he was embarrassed and ashamed. What about me? I felt the same way! And I guess we were both confused. I pulled him aside from rehearsal one day and said, "What happened, no one has to know. But I want to know how you feel about it."
He sort of stared at me with those huge brown eyes and I felt like I was speaking to a child. "I feel confused Serj. I don't think I should have liked it so much, but I did." Then he added nervously, eyes darting to the floor, "Did you like it?"
I smiled and nodded. After all, he was only 29. Had a life ahead of him. Things worked out after that and we continued to be friends, but whenever we got drunk, we would spend the night together. And after the third time, he finally admitted to me that he wasn't ready for a relationship with another man. I agreed, but not to make things easier, but because I really wasn't. I was just ready for more sex. I knew it couldn't be with Daron though, so I had to look elsewhere, and thus, the band whoring began. |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:25 PM
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Marmalade
Joined: Dec 19, 2007
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Location: Inside Daron ;)
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 MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE !!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW !!!!  |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:32 PM
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Peephole
Joined: Jul 24, 2007
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Location: Stowing away in Daron's spaceship with a box of Oreos and water
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 I'm going to let Rike post the second part (unless she tells me to) so you'll just have to wait 
But I'll assume you like it so far Silke  |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:34 PM
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Marmalade
Joined: Dec 19, 2007
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Location: Inside Daron ;)
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No I dont at all
Yeah I do.. the part with peeing Daron kinda freaked me out a little but.. only a little... so.. I guess this will be a freaking hot story *waits* |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:43 PM
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Peephole
Joined: Jul 24, 2007
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Location: Stowing away in Daron's spaceship with a box of Oreos and water
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| Peeing Daron...ah, the glorious effect of alcohol. Just wait til we bring Mindless Self Indulgence into the story! Bondage! Uhh, now excuse me while I go off to write! |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:45 PM
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Marmalade
Joined: Dec 19, 2007
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Location: Inside Daron ;)
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Youre a tease  pfff |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:46 PM
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Peephole
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Location: Stowing away in Daron's spaceship with a box of Oreos and water
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lol, that's what HE said...  |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 04:48 PM
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Marmalade
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 06:59 PM
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Joined: Apr 23, 2008
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More. Now. I demand it. <_< >_> Or I'll... I'll... pinch you!
I quite like manwhore Serj and his whoretastic sexcapades.  Seriously though, don't torture me! POST POST POST! |
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Posted: May 28, 2008 - 07:04 PM
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Joined: Jan 31, 2008
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Oh, well, since I don't like being pinched...
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Once you got a taste of something you like you want more. But if the taste is that of men and you are a man yourself, that is a problem. I went over my possibilities and one after another, ruled them out. Gay bars-too risky. Normal bars-the possibility of being punched in the face is way higher than actually getting somewhere. Prostitutes- I will not even think about it. Internet-somebody who is too paranoid to send personal emails will not try and pick up guys.
I gave up on the thought of ever having sex with a man again for about two weeks, and then, as it happens so often in life, the answer just came to me. For some reason I decided to go to a party that a friend of a friend was throwing, even though I knew I would most likely end up going home after an hour since I didn’t really know those people.
While walking through the rooms I started to feel like an undercover cop, at least that’s probably what most of the people staring at me must have thought, I am not very good at guessing people’s age, but I am willing to bet that the majority wasn’t legal. Just when I prepared to turn around and leave I spotted hair that was spiked up, poking out of the crowd and moving towards me like a shark fin. Seconds later Wayne Static was standing in front of me, grinning and holding out a beer.
Approximately ten beers later we sat on a couch in some room that surprisingly was not crowded with people, actually we were alone. My arms and legs felt too heavy to lift and I was glad that I had went to that party, we were having a good time. Overpowered by a drunk giddiness I bent forward and tugged on his beard.
“That’s something I always wanted to do.”
We laughed about that and while I was still wiping at my eyes he got up and bent over me, face all of a sudden very serious. Without a word he motioned for me to lie down on my stomach and the realization what was about to happen made it’s way through the thick clouds of alcohol surrounding my brain.
He didn’t waste any time on foreplay, which was fine with me, by now my whole body was shaking in anticipation of the pain and pleasure ahead-but from the way he entered me and gave me time to adjust I knew this by far wasn’t his first time.
At first he moved really slow, making me beg and plead for him to go faster. Not one thought did I waste on the party happening around us, but he muffled my screams by pressing my head into a pillow. To my great shame I came way before he did and when he was done he helped me get back up. With a grin he picked up his beer and toasted to me.
“That’s something I always wanted to do.” |
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