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"Hitting The Skin And Scram" a short story
WARNING///THE FOLLOWING SHORT STORY CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT, GRAPHIC, HOMOSEXUAL SEX/THEMES.
The Furger Complex
47th Street and 3rd Avenue
Midtown-East, New York City
I am an advertising executive that lives in New York City. I am lucky to be in the position I am only because im 31 years of age. I've been working at the ad agency now for 4 years and it's been great. At a time where our economy was beginning to be decimated, I was lucky enough to get a job the year I got out of college. Rolondo Furger Co. is also where I met my girlfriend. It happened so suddenly not even the first year went by. Before my first promotion, she walked into my life that seemed to be developing just fine. But a special cameo appearance from a thought that has lived with in my mind for years gained enormous strength.
My mind ended up being corroded with so much responsibility and stress over a new campaign with the labels "skin". We were promoting a line for Loreal© and skin treatment they had a prototype for. It was getting too much.
A few months or so passed and things werent panning out like the old american dream should. My mind was focussed on more satisfactions of life and not the ladder to climb to get there.After minor disputes and my own hidden secrecies, I ended up going through a difficult patch with my girlfriend and was feeling very down. Although I am basically straight I have these strong gay feelings that lead to gay periods when all of a sudden I find myself looking at gay porn. But I had never been with a man.
One day at work we had a visit from a African or african american sales rep named Ralph. He was huge, very black and was rumoured to have about 12 children, so all the women were fascinated.
So was I, although I didn't realize it at the time. It wasn't until I was having a meeting with him - just the two of us in a room, and I was buzzing. I didn't know why, but I could think of nothing but the contents of his underpants. What the hell am I...
The Furger Complex
47th Street and 3rd Avenue
Midtown-East, New York City
I am an advertising executive that lives in New York City. I am lucky to be in the position I am only because im 31 years of age. I've been working at the ad agency now for 4 years and it's been great. At a time where our economy was beginning to be decimated, I was lucky enough to get a job the year I got out of college. Rolondo Furger Co. is also where I met my girlfriend. It happened so suddenly not even the first year went by. Before my first promotion, she walked into my life that seemed to be developing just fine. But a special cameo appearance from a thought that has lived with in my mind for years gained enormous strength.
My mind ended up being corroded with so much responsibility and stress over a new campaign with the labels "skin". We were promoting a line for Loreal© and skin treatment they had a prototype for. It was getting too much.
A few months or so passed and things werent panning out like the old american dream should. My mind was focussed on more satisfactions of life and not the ladder to climb to get there.After minor disputes and my own hidden secrecies, I ended up going through a difficult patch with my girlfriend and was feeling very down. Although I am basically straight I have these strong gay feelings that lead to gay periods when all of a sudden I find myself looking at gay porn. But I had never been with a man.
One day at work we had a visit from a African or african american sales rep named Ralph. He was huge, very black and was rumoured to have about 12 children, so all the women were fascinated.
So was I, although I didn't realize it at the time. It wasn't until I was having a meeting with him - just the two of us in a room, and I was buzzing. I didn't know why, but I could think of nothing but the contents of his underpants. What the hell am I...
