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Moment has come to get off the shirt and pants he's in. Good thing he's wearing the leather thongs he got as a sick birthday gift from his frat buddies (most had been his f*ck buddies whan an all night drinking spree turns everyone nasty and horny as hell, with some just pretending to be drunk and wasted, and everyone pretending to forget about the orgy they so happily went down on the night before come dawn, ignoring the musky and pungent smell of chlorine-like dried up cum all over the place).

To his surprise, it's the Obelisk Bar's 2nd year anniversary and they're throwing in a cash prize to the hottest dancer of the night! The mood was tensed as drag-queens, transvestites, iron pumped bodybulders, guys who look like chicks with beard and exposed fluffy chest hairs over neon colored spandex, and party gate-crashers made their way to the dance floor. It's a tough contest but what the heck. Eric's hungry as hell. Time to make some eye-catching moves to beat the crap out of all these Irene Cara wannabees, fast! He squeezes himself between the crowd to get to the center. Once there, he dances like the goddess Ishtar. Making the crowd turn their popping eyes on him, making them all wanna get to bed with him. In a dark corner of the bar, a grissly bike rider who never had a gay fantasy his entire life is touching himself trough his 5-day-never-been-washed-nor-changed jeans as his eyes were hypnotically transfixed on Eric as the thong-clad straight-porn gonna-be dances to the tune of "The Next Episode." In no time, the crowd was cheering for Eric. And after the 30-minute dance derby marathon, Eric was smiling.

[ This Message was edited by: Scythe on 2003-04-07 12:17 ]
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Posted: 2003-04-07 08:23:00
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...for the judges are just about to announce the winner of the cash prize....coolly confident, eric eyes the judges one by one....all three of them look demented, but again, that's to be expected from joints like this.....the 1st a midget with an engorged hump in between his thighs, the second's an out of luck and really old korean barmaid with her bellybutton in between her sagged *milk* glands while the third's a muscular shemale right outta the xena princess warrior sitcom....the deliberation was short....admist quite whispers in the crowd, all eyes were on eric.....he had danced his heart out...he needed the cash after all and the mere tot of cornering fabian through some yet to be devised twisted plan of his made the veins in both his head throb in eagerness........the midget approaches the mike......
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Posted: 2003-04-07 08:46:00
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[ This Message was edited by: sanjeevjaya on 2003-04-19 11:33 ]
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Posted: 2003-04-07 13:29:00
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"NO!!! I WAS JUST KIDDING!!!" says the dwarf, laughing bitch style...
"GAYS, LESBIANS AND THE REST OF U PERVERTED SICKOS!!!!", he announces...
"the winner of tonights homosexual dance marathon IS...
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ERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC THAAAAAAA SCHMUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Eric screams and starts to cry histericly and hugs everybody in sight, just a like a miss universe contest...

he bends down to hug the puny dwarf as he passes him the prize check... eric looks at the check with a hungry look... "how am i gonna cash that in to eat something?" he thought...
in the middle of the confusion he screams:
"HEY, ANYBODY WANNA PAY SUPPER TO THE DANCE QUEEN HERE?!?!?!"
suddenly silence hits the obelisc like one of saddam hussein's mass destrucion weapons... (nobody gave a shit...)



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Posted: 2003-04-07 13:41:00
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Then the biker approaches Eric .... He says :

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Posted: 2003-04-07 13:48:00
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"hey beautiful... i liked the way u danced... sure, i'll pay u something to eat..." with a smile in his greasy beard...
"let's get out of here!" said Eric...
so in the next hour eric is riding with the biker in his Harley fatboy... the sound of the engine brutaly aroused him... they got to an isolated house... eric was allready anticipating the sweaty pleasure he was about to share, with a smirk on his face... he felt good... confident... like a QUEEN...
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Posted: 2003-04-07 13:57:00
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"Cherie", the biker prepared a superb goumet meal 4 eric... "omelet a la queer". when eric finished his meal he turned to cherie and with a eager look on his face, said : "so... do u want me to push u're shit in with my meatloaf, or what?!"
Cherie turned red and in a shy way, he mumbled: "i can't have sex with u eric... sorry... i'm in love with another man..."
"that's sweet... but if don't want to do me... what the hell i'm i doing here?" answered eric, slightly nervous because of this sexual deprival...
still very red, cheri said: "u are so confident in u'rself... i know spike the mountie, and he told me that u gave head like no one he ever met. i'm an under rated cameraman and i'm in love with a guy that works in the set of this porn flic i'm shooting... the title of the film is HUMPER NIGHTS...
"the one with fabian?!?!?!" interrupted eric suddenly.
"precisely... i'm not good in bed with men... so i wanted u to give me some tips about gay sex... i was good back in the days i did it with women... i just feel insecure now that i turned bisexual... could u help me...? u seem so confident and so good in what u do... like the dance contest... u lit the room back there!" cheri stated with a look of admiration in his eyes...
"OK i'll give u tips about men if u give me tips about women... i'm about to star in that film as well, i'm gonna have to do it with women also... and i'm a virgin with girls... we'll keep it our own little secret, u big biker man, u!!!" eric joked.

that way both men gave vicious wise advice to each other untill morning... they talked about the subject all night long, such was the extent of eric's reportoire on sleazy gay sex...

in the morning cherie gave eric a ride to the studio. they bonded in friendship out of sharing their spetacular sex techniques.

eric found bernardette the shemale, she/he/it proceeded to showing the new star the ropes of the movie studio... he/it/she introduced him to other actors, but not to Fabian...
Eric asked: "so when will i get to meet the star? when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?! when?!"
"Fabian's not coming today... he got a sprained nut, filming yesterday... i sure hope it's not serious..." said bernardette with a worried look on it's face...
"let's get u prepped up... i gather u would prefer a male fluffer, right?"
bernardette asked with a malicious look.
"of course! where is the guy? where? where?" answered eric with his tongue completely out of his mouth...
"there he is: he's a young porn star wannabe, but unfortunatly his dick was too small to even make the other actors look better... we're gonna have a problem though... i do think he's straight... what a drag, isn't it? beeing kind of eatable and all... lemme call him: HEY FIJBERT!!!!!! FIJ!!! get over here, will you..."


take it from here ladies and germs!!!!



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The garbage man is happy as a young maiden losing virginity...
I GOTTA GARBAGE THREAD WITH MY NAME ON IT! YEAH!
Shithappens just became my blood brother and Bjerkebanen my blood sister...

[ This Message was edited by: cyanx7 on 2003-04-07 16:17 ]
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Posted: 2003-04-07 16:33:00
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On 2003-04-05 07:28, ShawO wrote:
*gasp*
i just realised i joined a forum full of gays


Eric was enjoying himself then seee "ShawO"..whoooooooooooohooooooooooo sexy , come to daddy eric says...lol
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Posted: 2003-04-07 17:20:00
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Still, no Fabian.. Eric was quite desparate, as he had had all night to think about it...even discuss it with Cheri.
That reminded him, CHERI at least is HERE already! he works here to! And off Eric was, on a new mission for today..
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Posted: 2003-04-07 22:36:00
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He came in earlier than the appointed calltime, as Cheri had to still calibrate the equipment for the shoot. Thumbing the check he had in his breast-pocket to make sure he didn't misplace it, Eric got back to Bernadette and said he'll just make a stop at the bank. He made a quick exit and dashed to encash his gyrate-earned money. As he was waiting in line, he noticed a bleach-blonde haired hunk of a chunk of tan meat in his periphery. And he could not have missed that greek-godlike umph even if he was wearing a hooded monk's disguise. His hunches were confirmed at the first eye-contact. It was Fabio.

Fabio inched closer to Eric. Watching the surroundings and careful that nobody that might know him could report what he is about to do. In about 38 seconds flat, Fabio was standing alongside Eric. "Get out of the production while you still can," Fabio said through a whisper. "Look what they did to me," showing the insides of his lower-lip exposing blisters that could shame those Arizona crater pictures taken from a direct satelite-feed on a clear day. "They discreetly cover up their other actor's bill of health so they could cast them on. These sick pervs would not have any choice but accept the littlest of talent fees to our (points to Eric then himself) own expense." Eric gasped and asked Fabio, "why are you telling me these things?" Fabio answered, "it's too late for me, you're a good person from what I could see. Um, here are other porn companies (getting various calling cards from the designer lacey bra he's wearing) which are of a good and reputable image. After your transaction here, go pack your stuff and dont ever go back to that hole, EVER."

He exchanged pleasantries with Fabio and after getting his cash, went straight to his apartment for a long shower. He kept thinking, how could I not have thought about these these? I haven't even thought of the consequence it would have to my baby.

He packed his stuff and left some cash with his sweet landlady for the rent and went downtown, not having some clear picture of what Plan B to his stardom would be.

While on a bus stop, he noticed a person sitting on his stationary bike accross the street. "SHIT," Eric thought, "how the f*ck'd he know where I'm at?" A wicked smile crept accross the grissly biker's bearded face. He spat on the sidewalk, wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and uttered what could unmistakenly be the word, "RUN."
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Posted: 2003-04-08 10:20:00
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