Writing this masterpiece and totally fucking owning da trolls:
First, let me say I am most humbled to be welcomed among my fellow Troll Kind.

Well, let me tell a bit more about myself for starters. My real name is
Junior Jenkins (Scooby-Doo was the inspiration behind the "Jinkies"). LOL. I had a
birthday recently on the 16th of July, so now I'm 15. I couldn't celebrate it with my friends like I would have wanted to, because I was hitchhiking my way to
Ruckersville from Boston. I'm crashing at a house where I have some relatives there (They're the fucking Black Sheep of the family, and they're not close within the same house. It is cool, because they won't rat me out to my parents and siblings. Like I need another damn minute with those assholes who overlook me). And a better part, their house is across the street from
Chrissy's house. Sadly, though, the blinds to
his bedroom are always closed, but I still get some sights of him and the family out of their house.
I've arrived at my new home a few days ago on the 20th. I'll be spending my Sophmore year and so on in Greene County's High School. I promised I'd write to my gal back in Boston, but what happens here she doesn't have to know.

I'll have to make some new friends come September, but I'll be cool; I'm a stud!
I'll also miss my favorite duo of dudes, Jerry and Dino. They taught me the ropes of high school life; they both were 16. I looked up to them (like I would have for
my older sister if she wasn't such a fuckin' cunt). They were a
gay couple, and they respected me as a friend only. I made it my Final Realization I was not gay with the help of Jerry and my
girlfriend, Lisa. Sweet little whore took me in with gratitude on my 14th birthday. She had a few exes from
Middle School, and her mom was a Bondage Queen.
Before then, I had a gay experience in Summer Camp when I was 7. My bunkmates were experimenting, and made me their mo-fo unwilling guinea pig. I was blindfolded during the whole thing, feeling an 8-year old's
dick up my ass. I was not thrilled from the ordeal. But
last January, I became curious from the recalling of the feeling, so I asked Jerry to show me a night. At first it was neutral, then he made out with me; his breath was minty with a hint of garlic from something he ate; it was cool with me. Then he told me to suck his dick, and I did; the taste and sight did not thrill me. And he sucked
mine. He got a rise out of me, but then I started to feel uneasy. It was minor at first, and I promised myself I'd see this through. Finally, he was in me doggy style. As he humped me, I was feeling it both in my penis, and in my gut; worsening as he went on. And eventually, I embarrassed myself grossly. I came AND fucking threw up simultaneously. Jerry had not come yet himself, and out of respect, he withdrew himself and asked me if I was okay. He cleaned me, and my mess on his floor up. I felt soo damn ashamed, but Jerry was kind and understanding to me. And it was then I confirmed it for myself that I was not gay, and Jerry and Dino agreed with me. So with that, I was able to move forward feeling more confident in my orientation.
