Literal Gay Stories

It's High Noon

Unfortunately Written By: Seth Parker and Terry Nguyen

It was 11:50 on a bright Saturday morning, and Spencer just got up from a wild night at Seth's house just to be greeted by everybody on the ground knocked out currently. Strangely there was a lot of weird things the "gang" did last night no one seemed to remember.

Spencer scratched his head, "What the fuck happened before?" He lifted the blankets up just to be revealed that he was completely naked. His eyes widened in shock with what he was seeing. He threw the rest of the blanket off just to see that the rest of his friends were nude as well.

"Oh shit, this is bad." Spencer got up and ran into the bathroom to figure out what happened last night.

Spencer barged in, and he was given the image of Seth face-planted onto the toilet with a flashlight inserted in his ass. He suddenly flashed back to before:

Sam was standing over Seth with blood shot eyes, "I swear I just saw an STI crawl in your ass, better go get the flashlight to check."

"Alright man, whatever you say." Seth said with a goofy look on his face.

A few minutes later, Sam came back with a green flashlight in his hand. "I got the green one because it glows in the dark. Now bend over nigga!"

"Oh yeah, that happened." Spencer shivered at the thought of it and just left the bathroom, and shut the door behind him.

Spencer ventured back to where he woke up to find a phone nearby pointed at several pounds of spilled cocaine on the table with Ayden and on his back ass naked strangely fully erect with a rolled up one dollar bill in his nose still. Spencer's memory returned of what had happened:

"Thanks for telling me where the flashlight was Ayden!" Sam waved at him.

Ayden scoffed, "Yeah yeah, now let me get back to my challenge thank you very much. It's like the cinnamon challenge but with cocaine!"

He spread the coke to the point where it looked like an avalanche occurred on the table. Ayden then began to film the events.

"Hey guys it's Ayden, lets get right to the El Blanco Challenge. Fucking spicy!" He began to sort like a vacuum cleaner to the point where his throat began to clogged up and he started suffocating, but Terry came in with the heimlich maneuver and cracked Ayden's ribs like crab legs. He showed no signs of stopping.

Sam rushed in to tell Terry to get off his man that only he could man-handle him like that and began to perform sexual actions on Ayden, while Terry had passed out due to pure exhaustion from trying to save his life.

Spencer's thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Tristen wrapping his arms around Spencer from behind.

Tristen rested his chin on his shoulder and whispered softly in Spencer's ear, "I'm so glad I'm Demisexual. I never would've found a hunk like you if I wasn't." He began to lick his back and spoke softly near Spencer's head, "Butter me up like toast daddy."

"What the fuck?!" Spencer rocketed his elbow directly into Tristen's nose.

Tristen wiped the blood coming out of his nose, "What the fuck, what are you fucking gay?!"

"Um, no." He replied kicking Tristen down the stairs, cracking his skull open like a coconut and resulting in his untimely pathetic death. Spencer looked down and mumbled to himself, "Fucking bitch, I'm out of here."

...

Spencer began to put his clothes back on finally, and right when he was about to exit the messed up house, he was suddenly caught in a headlock.

"It's High Noon" Said the voice from behind him.

Spencer shifted his head just enough to see an eye so squinted it looked like a coin slot, "You shifty-eyed gook Terry!" Then he felt his ribs being crushed by rice farmer hands. "I-It, can't end like this..." Spencer sighed with his last breath.

Moral of the Story: Never let a slanty-eyed gook in your friend group, because they'll inevitably murder you and eat your dog.

PS: It's 2 am we are very tired.