Hey b, just got out of one of those "if your name is called go to bed" threads and my name was called. Problem is...

Hey b, just got out of one of those "if your name is called go to bed" threads and my name was called. Problem is, I can't sleep for some reason. Can someone tell me a bedtime story?

Once upon a time OP was gay
The end.

>"Oh my god you're hitting the stop just my walking," Chase said in-between ragged breaths.

>Stephen began to thrust his hips to and fro, getting gasps and moans out of his friend and fuck toy.

>He knew Chase's favorite part was coming up and with a loud thud Chase's head and back impacted the door and ashes fell on his shoulder and leg, burning still.

>Chase began to whimper as he usually did and Stephen just began to jackhammer him.

>It wasn't long before Chase was on his knees and face on the rug and Stephen was several cigs in, the first few put out on the boys butt cheek which carried the marks of the many fucks before this.

>At this point the small bedroom with its closed air vent and windows was smoked up. Chase began to feel his orgasm rush ahead

It's called the ugly op

Once there was an ugly op. He was so ugly the thread died. The end.

>Stephen moved Chase's legs so he could sit up with the boy's legs on his
shoulders as he tuned to stand up, holding the boy tight against him as his
dick was buried deep.

>"I am going to ruin your boy cunt," Stephen whispered. His cig still on his lips.

I like nigger dick.

>Chase clamped his butt hole as tight as he could.
>It had been a full 30 minutes since the fucking started and he was getting woozy from the orgasm and the fact that the oxygen levels in the room being quickly replaced by the smoke from the cigarettes and the musk from their sex session.

>Stephen began to rabbit fuck Chase's hole until he pushed as far in as he possible could as his orgasm overcame him.
>Spurt after spurt went deep inside Chase.
>Stephen took a long drag on his cigarette and bent over to put it out on the small of Chase's back.

There once was a fag named OP
The end
Now go the fuck to bed

>A few hours later Chase was home and eating dinner with his family.
>Mom and Dad were excited that the summer was almost upon them, as were Chase's two brothers.
>Chase was a middle child and his older brother, Jeremy, was 16 and never understood how Stephen liked his brother more than him while his younger brother was Andrew and at 12 was just beginning to ask his older brothers those special questions.

>Chase was swallowing his food and mid swallow felt some of Stephen's cum
briefly gush out.

>Embarrassed, he quickly excused himself to clean up.
>When he dropped his shorts he saw that it has been soaked a little with cum while some ran down his leg in a small dribble to his calf.
>That was when Jeremy came in. They were roughly the same height but Jeremy was built like a rugby player.

>"Oh shit dude. What the hell is that," he demanded in a hushed tone, "Is that some dudes cum?"

>He didn't wait for an answer though. He merely scooped up some from Chase's
leg and played with it for a moment before concluding that it most certainly was semen.

>He licked it off of his fingers and pointed them at Chase.

>"We are going to have one hell of a fun time this summer"

>OP here
The fuck

>Oh my god you're hitting the stop just my walking

We are going to have one hell of a fun time this summer

get out newfag

have a poem faggot

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Poem by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

You seriously never hit the stop just my walking?

We are going to have one hell of a fun time this summer

we are going to hit the stop this summer. (just my walking)

>Be me
>Iraq
>House raid at night
>Nods
>VeryNarrowView.jpg
>Can't see ground unless you point the nods down
>Kick door, clear first room
>Slip, but don't fall
>Look down and see wad of cloth
>Think nothing of it, move on
>Clear rest of first floor
>but foot feels wet
>Adrenaline.jpg
>Move upstairs
>Find 2 hajji's asleep
>2 AK's and RPG next to them
>Whole team looks at eachother
>How often do you catch them asleep?
>Light them up
>FeelsGoodMan.jpg
>Little while later meet up with rest of platoon on the street
>Block party over
>Vehicles coming up, making arrests, setting security, AAR etc.
>Hajji woman comes up, screaming and crying in her hajji jibberish
>Holding something
>I approach to deal with it
>She won't stop screaming, but she is holding something in a black sheet
>Up in my face, tries to throw object at me, places hand on my rifle
>HugeNoGo.jpg
>Choke slam the bitch to the ground
>She drops the thing she has been holding
>Cloth falls open on the ground
>A dead baby inside
>Head crushed and bloody
>Foot still wet
>Realize it is covered in blood
>MFW I realize what happened
>MFW I realize she had stepped out to potty when raid began
>she left the baby there to sleep in the down stairs area because it is cooler
>I slipped on the babies head
>FML.jpg
>Haven't slept since
>8 years now....

We are going to have one hell of a fun time this summer