And God said "Let there be an RP"(first RP)

Oh dear...what have I started...
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I stared at the new comer, Ray, as he told Gerard about his brother wanting him. It didn't seem like Gerard was in the mood to move though, and to be honest I was glad in some small way. I mean, once I got over my shock and anger of seeing Frankie all bloody on the floor and actually looked at him, he wasn't bad looking. He had similar eyes to Frank, all melty hazel and pale skin too. Not to mention a nice head of hair to rival Frank's dredlocks. It was hard to run your fingers through them, but Gerard's hair looked soft if a bit unwashed.
But with Frank glaring at us I couldn't really apologize for jumping to conclusions...or tell him anything else really. Frank had what psychologists call the 'small dog complex'. Because he was so short he liked to make everyone think he was top dog. It was intemidating at times. Still, I have often wondered what it would be like to be with a guy of ya know...man height.
As Ray began talking to Frank again, something about guitars, I felt something brush up against my backside. For a second I ignored it, not thinking about it, but when I felt a pinch I jumped backwards. I looked from Gerard's smirking face to Frank's scowling one and turned away.
"Um...I think I'll go for a walk or something. Stretch my legs...um...be back."
I left in a hurry, hearing Frank's loud ranting as I walked down the hall toward the exit...maybe...I was a little lost. It wasn't long though before I heard quick steps behind me. I smiled a bit to myself, not slowing or speeding up but keeping a lesiurly pace. I began wondering if there was a bed...or maybe a sturdy table near by when I came across a musty looking couch. I must have stopped because I felt a cold hand grip my wrist.
"I am so sorry Bob," it wasn't Frank, "please...let me make it up to you."
The hand on my wrist turned me easily and I found myself staring into hazel eyes before our lips met.

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Sorry Ashton. Lis wanted competition!

I'd started to jump on Gerards ass, screaming obscenitities, mostly 'motherfucker's and 'bastard's then he rolled his eyes and walked away. I wanted to hit him for LOOKING and my boy...then he fucking TOUCHED him, I was getting excited quich so instead of following him immediately i walked into the bathroom and shot up. i could feel my life-fluid pulsing through my veins, and i'm not talking blood. Within a matter of seconds I felt better, more in control, then I put the seryinge in my pocket, when I turned a few corners though, I pulled it back out, walked directly behind gerard who was liplocked with Bob, and put the point right at his juggular. He jumped a bit so I grabbed his arm on the other side. "motherfucker" i hissed at him. "this seryinge is full of air, which if i push it into your bloodstream will kill you in seconds. I suggest you leave." i said and pulled the seryinge out of his skin and pushed him aside then went at Bob, not as severely though, it's not his fualt he's amazing. 'fucking just standing there like that...and just fucking taking it...and i was in the fucking building...how the hell does that not proscess?' is probably a goos summarization of the five minute, tear streaked rant. I grabbed my shit and left. "FUCKERS!" i screamed back through the door when I left. Where'd i go? I don't have my own place, and i didn't feel like looking at Bob for a few days...and everyone else I know will be on Gerards side...except Bert...and that's exactly where i went...even if he'd JUST kicked my ass, he had a reason, i do owe him money...but bert loves me, i know it. He tells me he does all the time...alot more than Bob...

I got in my car and slammed the door. I drove as fast as I could across town to Bert's. I jumped out of the cat and walked briskly to the doorstep, the anger had gone and now I was bawling. I knocked furiously on the door until he opened up and I threw myself inside, wraping my arms around him and locking my lips to his. I pulled away and sat down on the couch. I started to tell him what had happened but instead he slapped me. 'How DARE you come in my house without my mother fuckin money, you filthy whore!" This time he hit me with a fist rather than an open hand and knocked me off the couch. I fell to the floor and instinctively covered my head, knowing it was only gonna get worse now that i was down. He kicked me in the stomach and chest, the back, the head...everywhere... then he sat on my stomach and screamed "LEAVE! DONT...COME BACK...WITHOUT...MY MONEY!!!" He hit me hard in the face with every word then stood up and walked to the door and opened it. I pulled myself up and staggered out the door...now there was no where I could go...it was getting late...i'd probably spend the night in a parking lot...working...and sleeping.

I smiled my sexiest smile that the beefy blond..

"You saw Frankie didn't you?" I licked my lips as I felt his hand close around me. He wanted revenge..If I got me inside of him or even him in side of me who the fuck was I to turn that down.

Bob grunted as an answer and began to work at my growing cock.."You're not much one for words are Bobby?"

In response his hand tightened around my cock and began to pump faster. "ffuCk you are DAMN good at this...But I am better."

I pushed his shoulder back against the musty couch and then knelt on the fool infront of him. I unzipped his pants and his beautiful cock sprang to attention. I took it's base in one hand. and Then closed my mouth around him. My other hand attending to myself.

I felt his hands tangle in my hair as my tongue did marvelous things to his cock..How did I know what they felt like? Frankie had done them to me...I was a fast learner..I had picked up everthing he did quickly..And then practiced on him, or..others..Just to make sure I had everything right..

Booby's hips started to thrust and before I knew it I felt him pushing my head down and I knew he was about to come..I took his whole length down my throat.

Bob groaned and pulled out.."NO! TIGHTER !"

He yanked my head to the side and pushed me against the couch, he scrambled down and lined up, his now wet with "prision lube"( my saliva) cock up against me..I split second later He RAMMED it up inside me with an incredible thrust..It hurt and felt INCREDIBLE at the a same time. I was on my kees with Bobby behind me FUCKING me..

"Faster! Harder Bobby! That's It YES! YES!!" Bob started to mutter, in my sexual frenzy I only caught, something about an easy fuck, and another word Cock-sucker. I felt his hands dig into me..He was about to come!

"Yes Bobby! Yes!! OH BOB!!!" I screamed as I shot my own wad all down the font of the beat up old leather couch.

After I'd gotten more than enough money in my own profits to pay bert back, and tried to sleep in a car that smelled like sex and sweat, I decided i didn't wanna see him until tomorrow, and I went to the studio to sleep on the couch, but i found someone else on the couch...Bob...and Gerard naked, panting, and sweating. What. the. fuck. I felt a surge of anger sweep over me, then a wave of sadness. "Mother fucker." I said, this time too high to think about doing anything to either of them, I turned before either had even looked up. I walked briskly out the door and to my car where I curled up in a ball and cried for several minutes, then decided Bert's place might not be so bad. He could beat me unconcious, he could sleep with all his other whores, he could break my heart over and over, but it was never this suprising, and it never hurt this bad, all of the bruises, broken ribs, concussions, none of it hurt this bad. I started the engine and turned on the radio loud enough to drown out my own sobs.

( imust go to church now..but when I get back..!-)

[should I be afraid?]