JOE BRIGANDI'S FIRST HOMOSEXUAL EXPERIENCE

Ok, folks, this is the first time that I have composed anything in quite a while, and my mind is about to blow, so sit back, strap in, and prepare to read some verbal robotussin dude. You might puke, but the visuals are great.



The bathroom was illuminated by a single immortal bulb over the toilet, where Joe Brigandi, thirty three year old graduate student in accounting, was shaving his balls. He was listening to Metallica playing outside in the kitchen, and was trying his best to concentrate not to cut his scrotum when Master of Puppets came on, especially the chorus, where he accidentally nicked the base of his penis with the electric razor.
“Damn!” He roared with passionate fury. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper, put it on the laceration.
Then back to work. He wanted to be nicely shaven today, because last night on facebook he was talking to some kid named Damian, who was sixteen years old, six foot one, one hundred and eighty pounds, brown hair, and said that he had a “really big dick,” but Joe wasn’t so sure. People lie. Anyway, Joe agreed to “get together” with him today at Damian’s place, but Joe knew what that meant. His first homosexual experience. And, man, did he need it. His asshole was aching for penetration at night, and he wanted someone to cum on his face.
     He had been having fantasies lately, some very intensely satisfying, others sublimely orgasmic, all focusing on young men and lots of sperm. And now, as he stood up, looking in the mirror at his youthful appearance, noticing the smoothness of his balls and realizing that he was going to satisfy and be-satisfied by a nice young boy, made him feel like he was floating on a river of cum already.  And to think, he still had some bath salts! He could do a line now, one before he left, and he would be good to go for the rest of the night. But for some reason, he doubted that he wasn’t going to come across something tonight, something to coat his neural pathways with a heavy dosage of dopamine. He was mesmerized as he poured the remainder of the powder on the back to Weezer’s Maladroit CD case, cut two big fat lines of super-coke with his old Penn State library card, and then rolled up a twenty and took care of his head. Ah, much better, I could go forever, oh baby! He thought as his head lit up with fireworks and he could feel the MDPV invigorate his neural structure into a frenzied state of euphoric hyper-speed. Naked, high and feeling so fucking young, he smiled and licked his fingertips.
    Joe found his new patterned shirt, his jeans, put them on, and lit up cigarette, inhaling deeply, ah, this is good, he thought. He was now so alive, and ready for anything. This was his day, a new day when he would get to stick his cock in a nice young asshole and be penetrated in reciprocation. Joe picked up his cell phone and called Damian, just to be sure that this was still on.
“Hello, this is Joe,” he said into the receiver.
“Hi Joe, so are we going to fuck or what?”
“You bet, you ready?”
“I am, come over now!”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Bye.”
“Cya later, alligator!”
Joe quickly scurried around the apartment to find his keys. Here they are, he picked them up on the refrigerator, and put them in his pocket. Time to go. He grabbed his wallet, and a pack of condoms. Off to be gay!

    Joe got in his car and drove over to Damian’s place, which was in Park Forrest, a good little drive. It took about twenty minutes to find the place, but when he found it, he was happy. He turned off the ignition after he parked, got out, and walked to the door. He knocked. The door opened slowly, the sound of Madonna filled his ears. Like a Virgin was playing loudly, and then a young man appeared. He was just like his profile picture on face book.
“Hi! I’m Damian! And you must be Joe,” the young man said, showing Joe inside the house. “Come on in.”
“Cool, you look good, oh boy do you ever,” Joe said, trying  to adjust his growing penis in his pants.
“Thanks, so do you, so what do you say we go upstairs and screw, just me and you?”
“Sounds good,” Joe said. And with that they went to the bedroom. Damian sat Joe down on the bed and then they began to kiss. Damian’s hands were all over Joe, and this was a bit jarring, as Joe wasn’t used to having anyone touch him like this. Before he knew it, Damian unzipped joe’s fly, and reached in to grab the Sicilian monster inside his pants.
“Oh, this is big,” Damian said, as he put his face down to the cock, then began to lick the shaft, and stroke his balls.
“Damn, that feels good!” Joe moaned, and then he began to grab Damian’s cock. He reached his hands down his pants, and to his surprise, it didn’t feel like his own cock at all, but different, warmer or something.
“Go ahead Joe, suck it,” Damian said as he pulled down his pants and thrust his cock into Joe’s face. Joe took the penis with one hand, and engulfed the hard member with his mouth.
“I want to fuck you, Joey.”
“Do it then, right up my poop shoot.”
And so Damian yanked off Joe’s pants, ripped his shirt off, bent him over, spit shined his anus, and penetrated his asshole slowly, making sure to be careful with the tender virgin orifice.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh! Yeah!” Joe screamed in pleasure mixed with pain. It hurt so good. Oh yeah. Before long, they were both sweating, and then Damian couldn’t hold out any longer, pulled his cock from Joe’s butt, and shot a load in his face. Joe licked up the cum like it was the best meal he’d ever had.
“My turn, Damian.”
“Ok,” Damian knelt on the bed with his ass sticking in the air, and Joe mounted him, and fucked him the best that he could. He forgot all about the condoms, oh well, I guess he would just have to take his chances, and lately he’d been really lucky, especially today, fucking like monkeys with Madonna’s Pappa Don’t Preach playing in the background. He ground his hips into Damian’s backside until he was ready to cum, then he shot his load deep within the walls of the young dude’s anus.
“Shrimpin!” Damian said, as he handed Joe a straw.
“Huh?”
“Stick it up my  butt and suck, baby.”
“Um…ok….” and so Joe sucked his cum out of Damian’s asshole. Then they both lay on their backs tired and satisfied. Damian broke out the blow then, and they did a few lines, before Joe said that he had to go because he had to get to get ready for finals.
Damian was in disbelief, “You. You have to study? Come on, man.”
“No, I really do, I don’t want to fail my test. But thanks for the sex, dude.”
“Yeah, you to. I hope you enjoyed it.”
“I certainly did.” Joe grabbed his clothes and headed home, but they agreed first to meet the day after his finals and screw. It was a perfect day, lots of cum, and Joe finally got his tender asshole penetrated.

I've Been High

As I step outside myself to see the light,
My inner mind’s eye set in second sight,
I glance around the jagged room,
The laughing solipsistic shadows loom--
They poke translucent fingers into my brain:
Reality and virtue to the clinically insane,
Existence is frayed, never to mend,
The galaxies of neurons shiver and bend,
As I float through the ceiling and roof,
Into the sky, deranged and aloof;
The clouds they look like cannabis leaves,
Growing and dying, my consciousness heaves
In artificial inspiration found in a vapor,
Lost in my own world, and scribbling on paper.