So me and my friend were hanging out and the topic of music came up. He asked for a couple bands that I like, so I started telling him. First I said Anaal Nathrakh and he looks at me and goes “hehe sounds like Anal Dad Cock”. This made me mad because how dare he make fun of a good band? But anyways next I told I like Sacrófago and he goes “hehe sounds like sacred fagg*t”. At this point I was super mad so I decided to just move past it and tell him another band. I told him Mayhem and he goes “Hehe sounds like Gay Men”. At this point I’ve had enough so I yell at him and ask him to tell me his favorite bands. The moment I hear the words “Limp Bizkit” come out of his mouth I instantly go into a blind anger. I yell at him and call him a poser, so he kinda just power walks away.
Fast forward a month and I forgot about the whole thing. I’m at home listened to some good old Darkthrone when I hear something coming from my kitchen. I hit pause in my CD player and I can faintly hear “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit playing. At first I cover my ears because I don’t want to be infected by poserdom but then I started wondering where it was coming from. So I walk into the kitchen and my friend is standing there in a black robe. He looks at me and begins reciting the lyrics to Break Stuff. As this is happening I hear something behind me so I turn to see FRED DURST himself standing there. He grabs a hold of my throat and starts calling me a poser. He then pulls me to the ground and pulls out his dick. Obviously I totally resisted and would never volunteer to do such a thing but he overpowered me with his big strong Fred Durst muscles. He stuffed his cock down my throat and I felt it throbbing. It was so long I could feel it near my stomach. He began to fuck my mouth as I could do nothing about it. He busted in my throat and pulled out. He then proceeded to push me to the ground and start pulling down my pants. He shoved his dick up my ass and almost immediately busted again. He called me his poser slut and I enjoyed every second of it. After he used and abused me for hours he left, and so did my friend. I was left in a pool of cum (not sure how much was mine or how much was Fred Durst’s)