Friday, September 6, 6:23 PM
Jason: Dude listen to this
Dustin: mhm?
Jason: Keithan got his dick sucked by Marcy Michaelson in her dad's garage and said the whole time it felt like a cat's tongue licking directly on his urethra
Dustin: oh, yucky
Jason: I know right. And he's just telling me all this out of nowhere, like about the urethra and everything, as if I fucking asked, which I didn't
Dustin: sounds like you didn't consent and he basically raped you
Jason: Speaking of being raped… how are you holding up?
Dustin: you mean with what happened over the summer?
Jason: Yeah… I know it might be awkward to talk about, so you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to
Dustin: what's to hide, everyone knows I'm the guy who got sodomized by his uncle in cape cod over the summer
Jason: Sodomized? My god, I'm sorry, I didn't know
Dustin: yeah, it sucked
Jason: Do you mind if I ask exactly what happened? Again, I know it might be traumatic or whatever
Dustin: well basically you know my family has that house in cape cod and this year my uncle invited us over again. my mom, dad, and aunt went on this hike, but I said I wasn't interested. then weirdly my uncle said he didn't want to go at the last minute either, he made up some excuse about "his knee acting up" and then winked at me which I thought was weird
Dustin: so then we're alone in the house and he's all like, "well, now that those stick-in-the-muds are out of the way, what should we do for fun" and I was feeling awkward, like, I don't really want to do anything with him, I don't even really know uncle larry other than my dad always talked about how he used to own lots of buildings in Tampa that he had to foreclose on
Dustin: but anyway he decided to take out a movie. he asked me if I'd ever heard of a "tijuana bible." I said no and then he took me into a room where there were these drawers full of binders
Dustin: and in the binders were these old, literally disintegrating like flipbooks, like little comic books, apparently from the thirties or the twenties or whatever, and I thought they were just normal comics but when he started flipping through them it was things like minnie mouse being fisted and shit
Dustin: and he asked if I had "popped my cherry yet"
Dustin: which I thought was weird because normally you don't talk about boys getting their cherries popped, right, you'd normally say that about a girl
Dustin: so I said, no, I was trying to focus on my studies, I told him about wanting to go to RISD and major in illustration
Dustin: and then he started asking me if I'd ever draw things like this, like the old comic book of minnie mouse getting fisted, and I said no, and then he hugged me and said he was so lonely that he wanted to die a lot of the time and that sometimes he would point a gun at his own head and stare into the mirror
Dustin: and I felt so bad that I basically did nothing while he lowered me onto the bed and said he would be gentle
Jason: Jesus
Dustin: spoiler alert, he wasn't
Jason: I'm almost afraid to ask… but then what happened?
Dustin: he blew his load in my ass, what do you think
Jason: I'm sorry, I have to go. My mom is making dinner.
Dustin: hope you've still got your appetite after hearing that