>rape me
i remember when he first said that line
and i raped him
then i dropped him off on the side of a long stretch of highway in the sticks, months later i hear him screaming on the radio "rape me again"
he felt pretty worn in already, there was already lube inside there when i went to stick it in
late 80s for sure but i dont really remember its all fuzzy these days
It was me. I was the one who raped Kirk Cobain in the 90s. >I was getting off work (I do roadwork) and saw his candy ass walking alongside the road wearing flannel and carrying a guitar. >I pulled up to him and honked politely >WHERE YOU HEADING TO BOY >"mmmmehne uh trying to uh mmmmenhe ummm" he tried to speak but he was too meek >HOP IN. I then open my truck door for him >what do you do for work? I asked >"mmmmenhee mmm ummm i play guitar with a band" >GUITAR YOU SAY? YOU CARE TO PLAY ME A LICK >he pulls his guitar up from between his legs in my cab >starts strumming the guitar >"rape meeeee rape me pleaseeeeee" (he was still working out the lyrics) >thats pretty good boy. You play the flute? >"mmmenhe umm yeah just a little" >ever played the ham flute? >"whats that?" Kirk said >I pull up my large stomach, undo my belt buckle after a few tries. The button ever so valiantly holding my jeans together over my gut snaps off and by the force of my stomach kintetic energy by zipper opens completely. I was not wearing underwear >my flaccid penis looking like a sore thumb >kirk replies "mmmmenhe uhhhh ummmm i dont know sir" >I read Kirks body language. He wants it >here drink this, I hand him a bottle of whiskey >itll loosen you up. I wink >kirk downs the whole bottle. >he passes out in my truck. >i stop at the flying J truck stop and park under an awning >me and a fleet of truckers use him in every way possible. >by the end of the 4 hour extravanganza he was all used up. We washed our cocks with in the windshield washing station. >we leave him bleeding, frothing, twitching, leaking, and semi conscious >he notices me fighting to put my belt buckle on >"where are you going?" He cries >youre all used up. Im going home >"can i stay with you a little longer" > I load him back into the cab. >drive him to the nearest bar and drop him on the curve with his guitar > months later i hear him singing on the radio begging for seconds. But Ill never wear a used condom
Drain You
He really did drain me at the Flying J
Negative creep
>rape me
i remember when he first said that line
and i raped him
then i dropped him off on the side of a long stretch of highway in the sticks, months later i hear him screaming on the radio "rape me again"
You too brother???? What year? Want to know if I had sloppy seconds
he felt pretty worn in already, there was already lube inside there when i went to stick it in
late 80s for sure but i dont really remember its all fuzzy these days
summer of '92 for me. He was tight despite me not packing too much meat in the freezer. Maybe he got the stitch?
for sure mustve gotten some work done with that nevermind advance from geffen...ill never forget the way he screamed "dive dive dive in me dive in me"
Damn shame but cant say im surprised. He put himself in that situation
i heard rumors that duff from gnr and kirk joined the mile high club days before he committed suicide, he mustve stunk up the plane so bad
Did you raped Kirk Colbane?
It was me. I was the one who raped Kirk Cobain in the 90s.
>I was getting off work (I do roadwork) and saw his candy ass walking alongside the road wearing flannel and carrying a guitar.
>I pulled up to him and honked politely
>WHERE YOU HEADING TO BOY
>"mmmmehne uh trying to uh mmmmenhe ummm" he tried to speak but he was too meek
>HOP IN. I then open my truck door for him
>what do you do for work? I asked
>"mmmmenhee mmm ummm i play guitar with a band"
>GUITAR YOU SAY? YOU CARE TO PLAY ME A LICK
>he pulls his guitar up from between his legs in my cab
>starts strumming the guitar
>"rape meeeee rape me pleaseeeeee" (he was still working out the lyrics)
>thats pretty good boy. You play the flute?
>"mmmenhe umm yeah just a little"
>ever played the ham flute?
>"whats that?" Kirk said
>I pull up my large stomach, undo my belt buckle after a few tries. The button ever so valiantly holding my jeans together over my gut snaps off and by the force of my stomach kintetic energy by zipper opens completely. I was not wearing underwear
>my flaccid penis looking like a sore thumb
>kirk replies "mmmmenhe uhhhh ummmm i dont know sir"
>I read Kirks body language. He wants it
>here drink this, I hand him a bottle of whiskey
>itll loosen you up. I wink
>kirk downs the whole bottle.
>he passes out in my truck.
>i stop at the flying J truck stop and park under an awning
>me and a fleet of truckers use him in every way possible.
>by the end of the 4 hour extravanganza he was all used up. We washed our cocks with in the windshield washing station.
>we leave him bleeding, frothing, twitching, leaking, and semi conscious
>he notices me fighting to put my belt buckle on
>"where are you going?" He cries
>youre all used up. Im going home
>"can i stay with you a little longer"
> I load him back into the cab.
>drive him to the nearest bar and drop him on the curve with his guitar
> months later i hear him singing on the radio begging for seconds. But Ill never wear a used condom
kurt cobain was raped in the summer of 92, its true
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