Hey, I guess this is how you start these things right? Uggh why did I even tell myself I would do this?
journals are for girls.. not guys. but i guess i will do this just to make myself be more expressive. okay Well my name is Liam Hemsworth, but everyone calls me Hemsdog or as the whole varsity football team likes to say, “Hemsdog the Man.” I am eighteen years old, and I am a senior at Snow Falling High School. To tell you the truth that is the most idiotic name for a high school. Why would some asshole decide to name a high school after snow? We live in Londonderry, Australia; I have never seen snow in my entire life. It would be pretty sweet to see it snow here though.
Anyways moving from the fucker that gave us false hope, my life is pretty much planned out for me. I’m 6’7 so I think you know where this is heading. Since I was a little boy my dad signed me up to play sports. Football, basketball, soccer, baseball, you name it. So it was inevitable for me to play sports in High School. I made varsity for each team and I was the first freshman at Snow Falling High School to be captain for all four major sports. Since this is my last year at Snow Falling, I decided to just stick to football. I have the best career stats in all of Australia not to mention I also have a 4.0 G.P.A. A recruiter from RoleHeart State has been up my ass since my sophomore year trying to get me to play for their Football team. I honestly do not want to go there, but my Dad forced me to agree to play for them since as my Dad loves to say, “Winners go to Roleheart!” My old man is a sports fanatic. He used to play football at Roleheart. He was going to go pro, but he tore his acl and broke his kneecap during a game so his career was over before it even started. I guess that’s why he is trying to live his life through me?
I don’t have a girlfriend. My last girlfriend was in the fourth grade and she broke up with me because I wouldn’t give her my cupcake. What a bitch aye? Ever since then I didn’t have time for a serious relationship since sport’s training took over my whole childhood up until today. Now just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean that I don’t have time for girls.
I don’t mean to brag but I am a built guy. All these years of training did my body good. I am also not a bad looking guy at all, like at all dude. My hair is curly/wavy so the girls love it and my teeth are straighter than an arrow. I’ve won best smile three times in a row *cough cough*. And to top it all off I have blue eyes. Remember how I said the whole varsity team calls me, “Hemsdog the Man.” Yeah, the reason they call me that is because I have a huge cock. And when I say “huge” I mean that son of a bitch is bulky. “Hemsdog the Man” all started my sophomore year, it was a Friday night I had just got out of football practice. I took a quick shower and went the locker room where all the guys were changing. cheyne, my best friend, came up to me and said, “My man, the whole football team is heading to stacys tonight. You should roll with us.” In my head I remember thinking, “This sounds like a bad idea, but whatever I guess.” I said out loud, “For sure man, let me just get dressed real quick.” cheyne grinned and said, “My man! We’ll wait for you in the parking lot. You can roll with me.” So I got dressed and headed to the parking lot.
We got to stacys and there were so many people there. I am not going to lie, I was pretty nervous. This was my first high school party and everyone here were upperclassmen. cheyne threw me a beer, and of course I cracked it open and started drinking it. It tasted like ass, but I kept drinking it. After a while I got used to the taste. After twenty minutes of chilling by the liquor table, this girl started to walk toward us. You should have seen this girl. Man, I’m starting to get hard just by writing this. She was wearing tight black jeans, some black boots, and a sleeveless blouse. I didn’t really care about what she was wearing. This girl was fit. She had long legs, long black hair, voluptuous hips, boobs that I wanted to squeeze so bad, and to top it all off her ass was the perfect size to hold with three hands.
She came up to the football team to say hi. She started talking to cheyne first. She looks at me and says, “Who’s your friend cheyne?” biting her lip. cheyne replies, “Oh this is William.” She puts out her hand and says, “Nice to meet you liam, I’m stacy.” I said, “Hey stacy, you can call me liam if you’d like.” Still starring at me she says, “I like that name better.” She looks to cheyne and says, “cheyne, I’m gonna go show liam around. Don’t wait up for him.” cheyne laughed and said, “Alright, be good to him.” Before I started walking away cheyne pulled me away for a second and whispered in my ear, “My man, now this is stacy we’re talking about. Every guy at school has been trying to hit that since freshman year. No one ever succeeded though. This girl is a virgin, my man. You know what they say about virgins? They’re the freakiest motherfuckers ever. Now you be careful my man, Here take this you might need it.” He handed me a rubber. “Tell me if it goes down, if you end up staying longer just call me and I’ll come pick you up. Alright my man?” I told him, “Yeah dude, thanks man.”
Now what I’m about to write is just downright dirty. We walked around the yard for five minutes, and then we went into her house and upstairs to her room. She told me to wait on her bed while she went to the bathroom. I remember just sitting on her bed and looking around her room. stacy had some pretty cool posters. She had some candles lit and the room smelled like fucking cotton candy. I wanted to get to know this girl better so I was going to ask her what kind of music she liked since I saw a lot of lyrics on her wall. I even saw a guitar on her floor. I got pretty happy because I love playing the guitar and I figured she played as well. When I was twelve, my mom gave me money to buy a guitar before she passed away. She was the only one that knew I wanted to learn how to play the guitar. I only told her about it because I knew she wouldn’t judge me. I’ve never told anyone that I play the guitar not even my Dad. I was thinking about telling stacy since we were in the room alone and I had a feeling that I could trust her. I was walking around her room and I went to get a closer look at her guitar. She walked out of the bathroom and called me over to her bed. I told her, “That’s a pretty cool guitar stacy. Do you play?” stacy said, “That piece of crap? Hahahaha, hell no! My mom gave me that for my birthday and I just use it to store my makeup in. What a waste of a present huh?” I remember just slightly laughing but in my mind I felt let down and the memory of my Mom appeared in my head. The next thing I knew, stacy pushed me onto the bed and started unzipping my zipper. She unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down slowly. She pulled down my boxer briefs and got a hold of my cock in her hand. She said, “oh my god, I would have never expected this from a sophomore. What are you Zeus’s son?!” I didn’t know what to say because I was so focused on trying not to bust a nut so quickly. This was the first time a girl has ever put her hands on my dick. I remained quiet. She grabbed my cock with both hands and started to lick the tip of my head. I felt my heart beating quicker than it ever did at practice. This girl did fucking circles with her tongue around my head. The she started sucking. This girl’s tongue was moving like a fucking snake.
I put my hands on her head and started to run my hands through her hair. She sucked harder and harder. I was trying so hard not to let anything out. About three minutes into it, she stopped. I was relieved because I knew if she would have kept going a second longer I would have came in her mouth. She started taking off her clothes. I was so amazed by her body. Her boobs were even better than I imagined. I swear I thought I was looking at an Angel. Stacy then took off my shirt and pants. She laid on her bed and pulled me over her. Before we started anything I put on the rubber cheyne gave me. After it was on she pulled me in. I rubbed my dick over her pussy. I opened her lips and started rubbing my head around her clit. I slid it up and down and she let out a soft moan. I remember her saying, “Put it in.” So I braced myself mentally. I slipped it in her pussy and she let out a gasp for air followed by a loud moan. I pushed in and out continuously. Fuck I felt like I was sitting on a fucking cloud. Stacy started to scratch my back. That turned me on even more so I penetrated even harder. About seven minutes into tossing and turning and her riding me, I finally came. She got off my cock and off the bed. She started changing and told me to hurry up and get dressed because she needed to clean up the backyard. I offered to help her, but she responded, “Oh honey, you’ve helped a lot.” I got dressed and kissed her goodnight and headed out. It was late and I didn’t want to bother cheyne for a ride home. I decided to walk home; I didn’t live too far from Stacy’s. The following Monday at school everyone seemed to be talking about me. All the guys were high fiving me and all the girls were smiling at me. I had a feeling Stacy let the word out that we had sex. During lunch, I walked to my table to go hang out and I see the whole football team run up to me. They put me on their shoulders and started cheering, “liam, liam, liam.” That’s when cheyne said, “liam you’re not my man…you’re the MAN! liam the Man!” Ever since then that name stuck like glue.
Every now and then I make out with a few girls, finger a couple, and let some of them give me handjobs, but that’s about it. All these girls are from outside of school. I don’t want to get too burned. Ever since Stacy, I haven’t had sex. I have gotten offers, but to be honest I don’t want to have sex with someone that I am not in love with. I know it sounds stupid, but that’s just how I feel. Do I regret having sex with Stacy? No, but I wish that I at least knew her better.
So my life seems pretty great to other people. There’s just one problem, I hate it. I hate playing sports. The only reason I do it is because of my Dad. If it were up to me, I would have told that recruiter to fuck off. My dream is to live out in the woods in a cabin with not a care in the world. I FUCKING HATE playing football. I come home so tired everyday from practice. And to top it off my Dad makes me train extra on the weekends. Man, my old man sure is a jerk. I can’t tell him that I don’t want to play football at Roleheart or at any school because knowing my Dad he’ll most likely disown me as a son. Even though everyone at school loves me, I feel so alone. I feel like I cant tell anyone anything that is not about football, girls, and sex. The only person I could ever talk to was my Mom, but she is not here with me anymore. I feel like the world expects so much out of me. I wish I had at least one person that I could let all of this out. Then I wouldn’t have to be writing in this stupid journal. Well I’m gonna stop writing for today because I do not want to get all emotional. I’m a Presley and like my Dad says, “Presleys’ don’t have little bitch emotions.” Well until tomorrow stupid journal I guess….
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