Straight Male / 21
I had to think a lot before posting this here because I know how silly most folks will find it and how immature it all sounds but maybe getting it off my chest will help. I'm in real pain. I've been dating a girl still in high school. I met her at a football game when I was a senior in the same high school from where I, myself, graduated. She was a little head-turner with all the goodies you can imagine, natural, curly blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and a little body to die for. I had an instant crush on her and could not get her out of my mind.
Where the problem starts, she works a large dollar store in the basement of a downtown building with a half dozen other girls, some part time, like her. I've dropped her off to work after school dozens of times and each time I see the ugly, old general manager throwing darts at me with his eyes. He has a permanent frown on his ugly face. He reminds me of an ugly troll with a half-burned cigar stuck permanently in his mouth. The man is totally bald, seems less than five feet tall and has a big pot-belly.
One day, my girl told me that the manager often takes a different girl, almost daily, into the back stock room and has his way with her. Immediately, shaken to my feet, I asked, "Has he bothered you?" She became angry and said, "He would not dare." In time, I grew curious and found that I could see parts of the stock room from the next building separated only by a smelly, junk filled alley way. I found one window overlooking where the manager keeps his desk. I began to watch around the clock and sure enough, found the man with a different girl almost daily, always in the morning just before the store opened for business at 10 AM.
The girl would come in, bend over and he would fuck her doggy style. Once in a while he would push her shoulders down, apparently signalling her to her knees and she would try to take his ugly fat cock in her mouth. It was so thick all they could get in was the head but he would fuck their mouths sometimes to completion where I could see the girl gagging. I watched him do that for many days and decided to stop watching because it enraged me, since I could tell the girls were not into it but went along. Besides, the window in the building from where I watched was in a crappy, unused office where homeless people sometimes urinated. Finally, I hated being a sort of voyour.
Deciding to stop watching, I went one last time. I was floored by this event. It was my girl with him this time.
A million thoughts and images rampaged through my brain. This time, the man dropped his shabby pants and bent over and my girl buried her pretty face into his hairy ass cheeks, apparently licking his asshole. He then spun around and she hopped on his desk and spread her legs as he sank his fat, engorged cock into her pussy. This is something even I had not yet managed to get up the nerve to do. He fucked her like mad and her little legs flailed like shreds of a flag. Right there, I lost my breakfast, right on the urine soaked floor near the window.
All I could feel was pain in my stomach and radiating out into my body. I had no idea what to do and I did not want to confront her and confess that I had been watching from a filthy window in the closed building across the alleyway. The one, powerful vision I had was that my girl rimmed the ugly old man's hairy asshole that probably stank like a foul subway toilet, so effortlessly I knew that she must have done it a number of times. They did it as if it had been choreographed.
I decided to just stop my relationship with her and made excuses, but ended it. Maybe some day I will have a greater understanding and might regret throwing her under the bus and to the winds. Right now I have to move on with what I have, a 21 year old brain, admittedly, probably not the sharpest in the bunch, but one that for the time being, wishes to be alone.
Where the problem starts, she works a large dollar store in the basement of a downtown building with a half dozen other girls, some part time, like her. I've dropped her off to work after school dozens of times and each time I see the ugly, old general manager throwing darts at me with his eyes. He has a permanent frown on his ugly face. He reminds me of an ugly troll with a half-burned cigar stuck permanently in his mouth. The man is totally bald, seems less than five feet tall and has a big pot-belly.
One day, my girl told me that the manager often takes a different girl, almost daily, into the back stock room and has his way with her. Immediately, shaken to my feet, I asked, "Has he bothered you?" She became angry and said, "He would not dare." In time, I grew curious and found that I could see parts of the stock room from the next building separated only by a smelly, junk filled alley way. I found one window overlooking where the manager keeps his desk. I began to watch around the clock and sure enough, found the man with a different girl almost daily, always in the morning just before the store opened for business at 10 AM.
The girl would come in, bend over and he would fuck her doggy style. Once in a while he would push her shoulders down, apparently signalling her to her knees and she would try to take his ugly fat cock in her mouth. It was so thick all they could get in was the head but he would fuck their mouths sometimes to completion where I could see the girl gagging. I watched him do that for many days and decided to stop watching because it enraged me, since I could tell the girls were not into it but went along. Besides, the window in the building from where I watched was in a crappy, unused office where homeless people sometimes urinated. Finally, I hated being a sort of voyour.
Deciding to stop watching, I went one last time. I was floored by this event. It was my girl with him this time.
A million thoughts and images rampaged through my brain. This time, the man dropped his shabby pants and bent over and my girl buried her pretty face into his hairy ass cheeks, apparently licking his asshole. He then spun around and she hopped on his desk and spread her legs as he sank his fat, engorged cock into her pussy. This is something even I had not yet managed to get up the nerve to do. He fucked her like mad and her little legs flailed like shreds of a flag. Right there, I lost my breakfast, right on the urine soaked floor near the window.
All I could feel was pain in my stomach and radiating out into my body. I had no idea what to do and I did not want to confront her and confess that I had been watching from a filthy window in the closed building across the alleyway. The one, powerful vision I had was that my girl rimmed the ugly old man's hairy asshole that probably stank like a foul subway toilet, so effortlessly I knew that she must have done it a number of times. They did it as if it had been choreographed.
I decided to just stop my relationship with her and made excuses, but ended it. Maybe some day I will have a greater understanding and might regret throwing her under the bus and to the winds. Right now I have to move on with what I have, a 21 year old brain, admittedly, probably not the sharpest in the bunch, but one that for the time being, wishes to be alone.
