Hey kids — let’s put on a show!
Er…well since that shit’s been done to death what say we have a round robin instead?
For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, a round robin is a collaborative story-telling exercise in which successive authors build on what has been written before them. And since this is Too Disgusting to Contemplate, Too Compelling to Ignore good taste be damned! The only restrictions or limitations placed upon you are those of your own imagination! Be outrageous, be funny, be clever, be anything but predictable! Now let’s get started…
With each step toward the old dark house, Derek told himself he still had time to change his mind. No one would blame him. In fact most people would say that going to the home of a man you’d “met” on Chocolate Singles (“Meet men from milk to mocha and every mm-mm–mouthwatering color in-between!”) only 45 minutes earlier was not the smartest thing to do.
Derek lifted his hand to knock, but when his knuckles struck the door, it swung open.
“Hello?”
No reply.
Taking a deep breath he stepped inside. The living room was empty save for a stool with a dimly lit table lamp perched upon it. Walking over, Derek saw that beside the lamp was a small box with an attached envelope, his name written across the front in careful block letters. Hands trembling, he reached for the envelope…
Dirk opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the note inside. It said strip off all your clothes and come upstairs where your Chocolate love stick awaits. Wondering just why he doesn’t run out the door, Dirk instead strips and begins climbing the stairs, he hears Barry white music drifting down from upstairs. He opens the first door he comes to and sees…
By: Ed on Friday, November 21, 2008
at 10:58 am
a lucsious chocolate god screaming, “Your name is DIRK? You told me it was DEREK!”
(sorry, that’s all I got)
By: catrina on Friday, November 21, 2008
at 11:25 am
Then he says, ” welcome to chocolate heaven”. Dirk has always wanted to see what it was like to make love to a black man. He thinks it could be Heaven or it could be Hell. Dirk walks into the room and sees that it is a dungeon with whips and restraints hanging on the walls. His chocolate master walks up and takes hold of his hand…
By: Ed on Friday, November 21, 2008
at 1:10 pm
upon walking into the center of the room, he peers around a small wall to find a large collection of dolls. Every creepy size, shape and make stared back at him with their glassy dead eyes. He shivered immediately. Hi “Choclate God” lept to his feet declaring “Those were my hobby that I shared with my mother… I like it when they watch…”
By: Zacki on Friday, November 21, 2008
at 2:31 pm
As his shivering stopped, a gust of wind made the old house shudder and a wisp of wind made the candles in the room flicker and shine. The candlight reflected off the dead plastic eyes and Derek began to intrigued by the idea of being watched by a crowd. While strange, it reminded him of his childhood dream to be a circus performer under the big top. High on a wire with the crowd watching him in awe. From his perch on the wire he would fantasize about Gunther the Lion Tamer with his wooden chair and magic whip….
By: Kip on Friday, November 21, 2008
at 5:11 pm
Gunther was the first man Derek fell in love with. When Derek was fifteen, his parents took him to his first circus. Mildly amused with the clowns (how many positions did they have to do to fit into that car?), the trapeeze artists (could their tights be tighter?), and the strong man (muscles upon muscles), Derek found the most interest in the lion tamer.
Gunther was the perfect specimen on manhood. Clad in tight brown pants with calf high black boots, Gunther’s broad chest was barely covered by his crisp white shirt. He had to keep in shape because of the demanding schedule of lion taming, showing the beasts the he was the alpha male. Derek studied his every move. More fur on his chest than the lion, a neatly trimmed beard, perfect posture, and a strong percise command of the whip, Gunther commanded the respect of the audience as well as the lions. Each time he raised his arm, Derek watched the arc of the whip cover the entire cage. With one quick snap of Gunther’s wrist, the whip sent a thunderous crack throughout the tent. The lions were at his mercy. Derek began to fantasize about Gunther’s ability to use the whip in other areas.
Derek absentmindedly chewed his popcorn as he watched Gunther cross the cage to the small door. “I would like a volunteer from the audience,” he shouted. His voice the perfect combination of deep resonance with a gentle lilt. Gunther scanned the audience and his gaze fell upon Derek…
By: fermat on Friday, November 21, 2008
at 8:55 pm
When Derek met Gunther’s gaze he remembered seeing that look in a mans eyes before. Derek remembered the first time he had a similar lump in his throat and strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He recalled the time he fully understood and accepted the consequences for his actions following a challenge uttered by Bryce, an older classmate, with a body sculpted by the gods and a brain by Mattel, the high school quarterback who said “I dare you” one hazy, hot and humid Midwest summer afternoon after Derek came across Bryce skinny dipping down at Old Millers Pond ….
By: Kip on Saturday, November 22, 2008
at 9:33 am
Never one to resist a dare, Derek peeled off his clothes and jumped in the river, where he and Bryce splashed one another and laughed until their horseplay took them in another direction. Awkwardly at first, they fumbled for each other under the water. It felt so–safe. Even if someone had passed by–and nobody would, since this was such a secluded spot, nobody could see what they were doing. But they knew.
Derek couldn’t believe he was actually touching another boy in this way. Especially Bryce. He’d fantasized about it since he’d first seen him. Now that the fantasy was beginning to become reality, it almost seemed like an anticlimax. What was left now?
He was soon to find out.
By: Aaron on Saturday, November 22, 2008
at 5:51 pm