Post by stretchnuts on Jul 1, 2019 21:19:02 GMT -5
"I'm just a fucking loser" says Stretchnuts as he lies in his childhood bed, staring at the crack in the ceiling, following it from one end of the room back. As a little nut he would fantasize it was the Nile river, and he'd sail back and forth, from one end of the ocean to the other. The adventures he'd get into in his mind were impressive for a little kid.
Now, as he follows the crack, all he can think of is the neighbor girls cheeks surrounding each side. His imagination had turned, and not for the better. He gets a rise in his gym shorts.
"Get the fuck down here you little faggot!" His step dad shouts. He knows what's coming. After wrecking the car a few weeks ago he thought it would go unnoticed, but a scratch must've been visible. His step dad would find it no matter how significant. Stretch bounces out the window and climbs down. His only two options were sneaking away or facing the asswhooping.
He mutters to himself as he walks down the lit up Suburban streets. "Imma redeem myself this week. I swear to God. These motherfuckas don't know what hit em yet. Last week I was just playin, now this shit for real. This shit for keeps. These fucks. They like my stepdad and shit, all up in my business with no fucking clue. I ain't gonna be a loser no more. I've got three goals now. Imma best Dillion, clap cheeks of the fine specimen next door, and beat Rich (his stepdad) within an inch of his life."
WOOOWOOOP
A siren accompanies flashes of red and blue. Stretch looks for an escape, but he's quickly frozen in place by a loud, but mousey, voice.
"Don't move you fuckhead!"
Shit, it's Deebold, he mutters.
The chief of police gets out of the car pointing a flashlight.
Deebold: The fuck you doing out here talking shit at ten thirty at night you little limp dick.
Stretchnuts: 'GULP' Nothing sir. Deebold sir.
Officer Deebold points the light in his eyes.
Deebold: Watcha smoking? Your eyes looking all squinty and red. The fuck you on?
Stretch: It's from you shining that light in my eyes.
Deebold grabs Stretch by the arm and tosses him to the pavement. Knee on his upper back the whole nine.
Deebold: Listen here you little fuck. I could break your buggy whip arms like a fucking wishbone, but I wont. Not yet. What you have to understand is this is my turf, my town, and I'm gonna take you all down one by one. I'm king of this jungle.
Stretch: Please you're hurting me!
Deebold: No worse then all your boyfriends kicking your ass week in and week out in that shit you do in the backyard.
Deebold gets off Stretch and steps back. He sits up, tears in his eyes, and looks up at the police chief.
Deebold: Fucking pathetic pussy. Just wait.
Stretchnuts: 'crying' I'm gonna be the champ you know!
DeBoold, getting in the car: You ain't even the champ of jerking off!
Stretchnuts sits crying in the center of the cul de sac as the police car drives away.
Now, as he follows the crack, all he can think of is the neighbor girls cheeks surrounding each side. His imagination had turned, and not for the better. He gets a rise in his gym shorts.
"Get the fuck down here you little faggot!" His step dad shouts. He knows what's coming. After wrecking the car a few weeks ago he thought it would go unnoticed, but a scratch must've been visible. His step dad would find it no matter how significant. Stretch bounces out the window and climbs down. His only two options were sneaking away or facing the asswhooping.
He mutters to himself as he walks down the lit up Suburban streets. "Imma redeem myself this week. I swear to God. These motherfuckas don't know what hit em yet. Last week I was just playin, now this shit for real. This shit for keeps. These fucks. They like my stepdad and shit, all up in my business with no fucking clue. I ain't gonna be a loser no more. I've got three goals now. Imma best Dillion, clap cheeks of the fine specimen next door, and beat Rich (his stepdad) within an inch of his life."
WOOOWOOOP
A siren accompanies flashes of red and blue. Stretch looks for an escape, but he's quickly frozen in place by a loud, but mousey, voice.
"Don't move you fuckhead!"
Shit, it's Deebold, he mutters.
The chief of police gets out of the car pointing a flashlight.
Deebold: The fuck you doing out here talking shit at ten thirty at night you little limp dick.
Stretchnuts: 'GULP' Nothing sir. Deebold sir.
Officer Deebold points the light in his eyes.
Deebold: Watcha smoking? Your eyes looking all squinty and red. The fuck you on?
Stretch: It's from you shining that light in my eyes.
Deebold grabs Stretch by the arm and tosses him to the pavement. Knee on his upper back the whole nine.
Deebold: Listen here you little fuck. I could break your buggy whip arms like a fucking wishbone, but I wont. Not yet. What you have to understand is this is my turf, my town, and I'm gonna take you all down one by one. I'm king of this jungle.
Stretch: Please you're hurting me!
Deebold: No worse then all your boyfriends kicking your ass week in and week out in that shit you do in the backyard.
Deebold gets off Stretch and steps back. He sits up, tears in his eyes, and looks up at the police chief.
Deebold: Fucking pathetic pussy. Just wait.
Stretchnuts: 'crying' I'm gonna be the champ you know!
DeBoold, getting in the car: You ain't even the champ of jerking off!
Stretchnuts sits crying in the center of the cul de sac as the police car drives away.