"Ohhhh yess!!, Fuck me more!" The loud moan played from my laptop as my hands were busy moving folds of my cock.
Yes, I was in middle of gooning and beating my meat very fast.
As the porn scenes got more exciting and erotic my cock got even harder,
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, I am cummmming!!" white love juices squirted out of actress pussy her face was perfect ahegao and her hands made peace sign.
Her pleasurable voice sent a chill through my whole body and I felt like my cock will explode and as a result huge amount of my seeds sprayed out like water cannon.
Huss,
I took a long breath and looked at the nearby mirror in my room,
I saw a black haired 18 year old boy, of course which was me but I felt something while looking at mirror was it guilt? Or acceptance or my inability to change my myself?
I was tired, It was always like this, The post nut clarity hits so hard that I feel like why am I even doing this?
Bang! Bang!!
Oh fuck? Nah Oh shit I am cooked, who the fuck is at door? 😭😭
o((⊙﹏⊙))o.
Someone was knocking at my door,
I said with some fear and hesitation "W... who?"
"Oi Shishir, I have very important thing to tell you open your door fast." My sister said with some hurry and impatience.
"Wait!" I screamed,
"Sis, Jus... wait 5 minutes." I said with so much fear.
I have never felt this much in my life, My heart was beating so fast that It might jump out of my mouth.
I started running around in my bed and my leg got wrapped in my blanket and I fall from my bed,
Bang!
"Ouch," my lips exploded with pain and blood started flowing out like river.
My lips had teared like paper,
"Argh! So painful,"
"Fuck!!!! Where is the fucking tissue? It was in the table at the side of bed." I said in frustration.
Bang Bang!
"What happened? Shishir? Are you okay? Hurry open the door, Father and mother are also waiting outside." My sister said with some impatience and small frustration.
"Wait, Please I beg of you, Sister I will do anything you want, just wait!" I screamed with intense terror as I came to knew that father was waiting outside.😭😭
I finally found a tissue and started cleaning my penis very fast and I got a small scratch on my penis from my nail.
Hiss,
"Ahh" grunts,
A pain thousand times more powerful than my lips hit my penis.
Tears started coming out of my eyes.
I don't know was it because of pain or terror that my family members were outside or the worst situation I was in.
Finally doing all the cleanup but I still felt the intense urge to wash my hands but bathroom was outside where my parents and sister were waiting.
Huss, Huss
I took a long breath and opened the door,
Creak,
I shouted "I need to use a bathroom please move aside,"
I hurriedly entered my bathroom washed my hands intensely and also cleaned my penis and lips wounds with antiseptic and took a long breath,
It was like a life and death situation,
I exited my washroom and my family was sitting in a dining table,
My Sister was in left and Father in right but mother was standing,
I don't know why, but I couldn't look at my family members in the eyes,
Was it due to this all frustration or terror of getting found out?
After taking few long breaths, I sat on the nearby chair and looked at the ceiling.
As I expected my mother was first one to notice and she said with very worried tone "What happened to your lips, My son?"
I don't why but I don't like showing my wounds to other especially mother she gets worried for no reason and I found a perfect excuse and said "It was during shaving my moustache."
She said with frustration and with 'I told you look' "I told you not to be reckless but you didn't listen to me, look what happened,"
I don't know why but my mom is the only one who can rage bait me,
Even if I know she is telling for my own good.
I said changing the topic "It is nothing, Sis what do you want to talk about?"
She looked at mom and dad both nodded and she said "Your friend Basanta is dead!"
"Basanta?" the words left my lips without me knowing,
"How can this be? He was good last Friday I met him in school and I played mini football with him this evening."
I said with frustration and astonishment,
My sister said consoling me "His sister called me, you know we are friends."
"How? How did he die?" I felt like world had turned upside down. I don't want to believe that,
Basanta was kicking and felt fucking alive this evening and even cursed my nine generations in the last match this evening how can he die?
My sister said with some hesitation "He committed suicide,"
"That is a fucking joke, Basanta is the last person to do crap like that, He is my friend since we were four, I know him like my shadow."
I didn't believe that shit.
My sister nodded with me and said "Yeah, even his family members were astonished, how could he do that!"
I asked "Did he left behind a suicide note or something?"
My sister said "Yeah, the note said 'I can't live without her!!'"
I felt life world had fallen, how could my friend who I knew since childhood would die leaving that kind of note,
I roared "It is fucking impossible, Basanta committing Suicide cause of a girl? I don't believe that crap,"
My sister said "What if you truly never knew him? What was he? What he was feeling inside and how was he this evening?"
"I don't know anything, He was normal today, I didn't find any abnormality."
I stood from my chair filled with frustration and locked myself in my room,
My mother worried said "Shishir…"
Father stopped her and said looking at her and sister "Give him some time."
…
In my room,
The one quote Basanta always said was "Those who are afraid are already dead."
I repeated his quote "Those who are afraid are already dead!"
Motherfucker, Lousy bitch, Loser, Shithead!
I cursed him, I didn't like the way he died and I was even angry that I never knew the person who was like brother to me.
It was absurd and fucking impossible how could Basanta die?
And in the most fucking unimaginable way,
Tears escaped from eyes "You idiotic bitch, if you had some problem, you would have told me, how could you do this,"
I cursed him, I was very angry and also sad,
I remembered the days with him how he always made us laugh in the class, he was like class comedian,
Once when we were in 2nd standard he jump scared a girl and she cried for whole 15 minutes and Basanta repeated the same words.
"Those who are afraid are already dead."
He was a great friend and helped me many times in life,
Sometimes giving notes, sometimes eating together in middle of math's class or pranking girls or cursing each other in football match,
We were the best duo and now he was dead,
I felt alone, I felt like this whole world is illusion,
Like you won't understand it,
How you will feel when your best buddy to whom you can send any type of racist reel and you will feel normal or a type of friend with whom you watched hentai in class,
That type of friend was Basanta to me and what did he did?
Committing suicide and all more because of a girl? that was fucking impossible yeah, he gooned like me too but he will commit suicide because of a girl? was not something getting through mind,
I thought all night but couldn't find the reason he would do that,
I felt like I never knew that person and all I had was hate and anger for him.
He was a fucking simp that is all, that was in my mind that bitch used to brag and used to say love story or romance are so fucking boring in novels,
"I could sleep easily, the romance novels are best fucking sleeping pills in world" that is what he used to say to me,
"Those who are afraid are already dead," that sassy little bitch used to brag about it,
"I would never die for love" I screamed "What happened? Was it all lie Basanta?" I cried tears flowing through my eyes and reaching my cheeks,
After some mumbling I finally went to sleep and woke in morning full of gloom and sadness,
I was getting ready for school but I didn't want to go but I was his best friend so I had to go to school and give a small speech,
When walking in way to school, I met many classmates asking me same question "Did he truly died for a girl? Who was the girl? What is her name?"
I didn't know shit.
I was very angry too,
I went to class and our class president came to center and said "I have to share a very sad news to you all, Our bench mate and the man who made all of us laugh during class 'Basanta' is now in heaven, May his soul find nirvana."
He took a long breath and said "Now let's have one-minute-long silence for his soul."
Everyone was silent and moved their head in a way as looking at floor,
I was silent for some time and tears flowed from my tears,
"Wooooo! Sniff!!"
I couldn't stop myself from crying I was very sad even though it felt pathetic Infront of whole class I still cried loudly after my cries other girl who had secret love for Basanta also started crying,
"Woooo, Basanta you idiot how could you die!!"
"Wooo! Sniff!! Why?"
Sniff!
I cried till my nose was releasing snort but I didn't care about it,
My whimpering was heard by all,
Everyone was crying too and at that moment someone came near me and gave me a hug and said.
"Those who are afraid are already dead! Shishir my friend!"
I looked at the man who hugged me it was that fucking bastard Basanta with a slow mocking smile and his smile moving like curved blade,
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SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!
I punched him in the face.