This one is really long, and if you're intrigued as to how this got in a movie with some pretty big name actors, go watch the movie.
OK.
Fine. You wanna hear it?
Huh?
Senior year, gym class.
You guys have a co-ed gym?
No.
His name was Timmy Carter.
- Timmy?
- Isn't that a boy's name?
It was a guy
from my high school PE class.
My best fuck.
- What?
- It's the truth.
It was almost spring vacation...
late March.
We'd had about all the shit
we could take from little Timmy.
He turned four of us in during
English exam earlier in the week. So...
when the coach is in the lounge
for a smoke,
we grab his ass,
drag him into the showers...
held him down, tore off his clothes...
and we each took a turn.
I mean, we actually did this guy
up the butt.
I mean, we were some crazy fuckers
at that age.
I was the last one.
So, I don't know if he'd given over
by this time or what, but...
Goddamn, it was...
nice.
How can I explain this? It's...
never been like that with a woman.
As many as I've fucked, never.
Not even close.
He's face down.
And my friends
are holding him spread out.
Timmy and I are making love like we're
on some beach in the Mediterranean.
I kid you not.
Fuck.
It was amazing.
I feel him taking my rhythm,
clenching me off when I get too deep.
Shit, he did everything right.
And I know he came when I did.
I mean, I didn't check or anything
but I could tell.
I shouldn't even be
telling you guys, but...
Fuck, I've never known anything like it.
Ever.
Like I said, there wasn't
too much of the school year left.
Timmy dropped out. I guess.
I mean, he finished from home.
But goddamn him, he never turned us in.
He never said a word about it
to anyone.
I admired him for that.
But I think the reason he kept silent,
and I feel I'm right about this...
is that he felt something special
had happened as well.
Him and me.
Those other guys fucked him
to teach him a lesson. But we...
I know something special happened.
Jesus. Are you making this up?
Fuck, no.
OK.
Fine. You wanna hear it?
Huh?
Senior year, gym class.
You guys have a co-ed gym?
No.
His name was Timmy Carter.
- Timmy?
- Isn't that a boy's name?
It was a guy
from my high school PE class.
My best fuck.
- What?
- It's the truth.
It was almost spring vacation...
late March.
We'd had about all the shit
we could take from little Timmy.
He turned four of us in during
English exam earlier in the week. So...
when the coach is in the lounge
for a smoke,
we grab his ass,
drag him into the showers...
held him down, tore off his clothes...
and we each took a turn.
I mean, we actually did this guy
up the butt.
I mean, we were some crazy fuckers
at that age.
I was the last one.
So, I don't know if he'd given over
by this time or what, but...
Goddamn, it was...
nice.
How can I explain this? It's...
never been like that with a woman.
As many as I've fucked, never.
Not even close.
He's face down.
And my friends
are holding him spread out.
Timmy and I are making love like we're
on some beach in the Mediterranean.
I kid you not.
Fuck.
It was amazing.
I feel him taking my rhythm,
clenching me off when I get too deep.
Shit, he did everything right.
And I know he came when I did.
I mean, I didn't check or anything
but I could tell.
I shouldn't even be
telling you guys, but...
Fuck, I've never known anything like it.
Ever.
Like I said, there wasn't
too much of the school year left.
Timmy dropped out. I guess.
I mean, he finished from home.
But goddamn him, he never turned us in.
He never said a word about it
to anyone.
I admired him for that.
But I think the reason he kept silent,
and I feel I'm right about this...
is that he felt something special
had happened as well.
Him and me.
Those other guys fucked him
to teach him a lesson. But we...
I know something special happened.
Jesus. Are you making this up?
Fuck, no.
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