Due to numerous pm's sent from SBR posters for this story to be re-posted, here it is, in its entirety. Names have been changed to protect the ego's of posters who can't handle smack talk.
The JJ Gold TrueHollyWood Newark Story
The room was dark except for the warm
electric glow of the computer monitor
illuminating the pirate patch on his face. He sat alone
in the otherwise quiet apartment, his face
inches from the screen as he feverishly typed
away on his recycled Commodore 6400. He
was somewhat uncomfortable on a hemorrhoid
donut pillow, borrowed to him by his mother, a
stay at home prostitute who had her
“boyfriends” make house calls to their tiny one
bedroom apartment in the outskirts of
Newark. The pillow was a necessity because
the man's anus was a sore and swollen ring of
fire; the victim of a school house wedgie
executed with such force that the
undergarment, a recent acquisition at the local
thrift store, only slightly used and skid marked,
was torn clear out of his maroon corduroy
dungarees. The blowout had been swift but left a
shit and blood stained swath of destruction on
the young boy's taint, testicles and anus. The
offending school bully had paraded the brown
and red wedgie evidence proudly through the
halls of the junior high that day, a monument
to boy’s almost daily humiliation.
But the days of being bullied had finally come
to an end. After two years of scrimping and
scraping to save for a computer, JJ
finally had accomplished his goal. He had been
picking up little odd jobs here and there to
save some dough; hand washing granny’s knee
highs in the washtub for a nickel a pair,
scraping the neighbor’s foot bunions with a
cheese grater for a quarter, applying herpes
medication to his mother's disease-ridden
vagina (gratis because he kind of liked the job)
and giving happy endings to some of the older
posters when his alcoholic, meth-head mother
was too f$cked up to finish the job; was all
worth it. He had heard of the wonders of the
world wide web and how it would be his key to
freedom. His friend, richy, had gotten a
computer a couple of years back and explained
how he could pretend to be anyone he wanted
…to be older and more mature than he really
was with the ability to hide behind the
anonymity of the internet.
JJ used the computer as a window to a
new world. He went on SBR and yahoo chat rooms and
pretended to be a horny middle aged woman,
Harriet, coaxing lonely internet perverts into
describing their genitalia in graphic detail,
getting young pubescent teens to masturbate
online and arranging dates with women at
hotels around the city without ever showing up.
By day he was still a scared and scarred little
boy. But after work and into the evening, he
was Harriet the horny house wife or Paul the
bi-curious predatory lender on the lookout for a
good time. He and Richy would compare
notes, sometimes going over to each others
apartments to taunt and tease unsuspecting
internet users everywhere.
One day at Richy's house, after months of
anonymous internet play and exploration,
Richy left JJ alone is his room while
he went to his annual skin flute recital, warning
JJ merely not to go into the SBR
website. “SBRForum,” Richy warned,
“was not something to be trifled with.”
Richy had been gone no longer than 2 minutes
when ….uncontrollable curiosity got the best of
JJ. Rogues' user name and password
were pre-loaded into the log in prompts.
Without hesitation and with an arrogance that
only comes with no self control and ignorance, he
entered the SBR website. “Pfft” mocked
JJ, “this is just a capping site,
what do I have to fear here?” “I’ll wreak havoc with
my videos in these threads,” he confidently said aloud,
“these people will never know what hit them.”
Little did young JJ know that this was no
run of the mill, friendly capping site. Little
did he know that the members of this elite
forum were grizzled veterans of the shit
talking world. The people in this forum
respected shit talk as an art form and did not
take kindly to shit talking without the ability to
back it up. JJ fired the first ill-conceived
salvo, calling out people like Nicky, TSoprano and Pavy
before a game had even been played while making a
weak attempt at humor and referencing his
“tea bag,” a term he had picked up on the
numerous homo erotic websites he had
frequented over the last few months. He
tossed out words like, “betblackdog.com” and terms like
“rebatewager.com,” further galvanizing the league
veterans' first impression that he was a 10
year old, sexually confused lad trying to
perpetrate the fraud that he was something
that he surely was not; a man.
JJ's futile attempts at shit talk continued
with the infantile “mods have lost control of site,”
and the juvenile and over used reference to “teasers.”
JJ'sonline utopia was quickly unraveling around him. His
putrid attempts at humor and shit talking were
rebuffed time and again, day after day. JJ
soon gave up trying to post messages on the
forum and was reduced yet again to his
film making vids, jerking off
to the JC Penney catalogue and margarine
containers (he always thought the lady on the
Land O’Lakes tub was hot), wishing he could
play with the big boys....
The JJ Gold True
The room was dark except for the warm
electric glow of the computer monitor
illuminating the pirate patch on his face. He sat alone
in the otherwise quiet apartment, his face
inches from the screen as he feverishly typed
away on his recycled Commodore 6400. He
was somewhat uncomfortable on a hemorrhoid
donut pillow, borrowed to him by his mother, a
stay at home prostitute who had her
“boyfriends” make house calls to their tiny one
bedroom apartment in the outskirts of
Newark. The pillow was a necessity because
the man's anus was a sore and swollen ring of
fire; the victim of a school house wedgie
executed with such force that the
undergarment, a recent acquisition at the local
thrift store, only slightly used and skid marked,
was torn clear out of his maroon corduroy
dungarees. The blowout had been swift but left a
shit and blood stained swath of destruction on
the young boy's taint, testicles and anus. The
offending school bully had paraded the brown
and red wedgie evidence proudly through the
halls of the junior high that day, a monument
to boy’s almost daily humiliation.
But the days of being bullied had finally come
to an end. After two years of scrimping and
scraping to save for a computer, JJ
finally had accomplished his goal. He had been
picking up little odd jobs here and there to
save some dough; hand washing granny’s knee
highs in the washtub for a nickel a pair,
scraping the neighbor’s foot bunions with a
cheese grater for a quarter, applying herpes
medication to his mother's disease-ridden
vagina (gratis because he kind of liked the job)
and giving happy endings to some of the older
posters when his alcoholic, meth-head mother
was too f$cked up to finish the job; was all
worth it. He had heard of the wonders of the
world wide web and how it would be his key to
freedom. His friend, richy, had gotten a
computer a couple of years back and explained
how he could pretend to be anyone he wanted
…to be older and more mature than he really
was with the ability to hide behind the
anonymity of the internet.
JJ used the computer as a window to a
new world. He went on SBR and yahoo chat rooms and
pretended to be a horny middle aged woman,
Harriet, coaxing lonely internet perverts into
describing their genitalia in graphic detail,
getting young pubescent teens to masturbate
online and arranging dates with women at
hotels around the city without ever showing up.
By day he was still a scared and scarred little
boy. But after work and into the evening, he
was Harriet the horny house wife or Paul the
bi-curious predatory lender on the lookout for a
good time. He and Richy would compare
notes, sometimes going over to each others
apartments to taunt and tease unsuspecting
internet users everywhere.
One day at Richy's house, after months of
anonymous internet play and exploration,
Richy left JJ alone is his room while
he went to his annual skin flute recital, warning
JJ merely not to go into the SBR
website. “SBRForum,” Richy warned,
“was not something to be trifled with.”
Richy had been gone no longer than 2 minutes
when ….uncontrollable curiosity got the best of
JJ. Rogues' user name and password
were pre-loaded into the log in prompts.
Without hesitation and with an arrogance that
only comes with no self control and ignorance, he
entered the SBR website. “Pfft” mocked
JJ, “this is just a capping site,
what do I have to fear here?” “I’ll wreak havoc with
my videos in these threads,” he confidently said aloud,
“these people will never know what hit them.”
Little did young JJ know that this was no
run of the mill, friendly capping site. Little
did he know that the members of this elite
forum were grizzled veterans of the shit
talking world. The people in this forum
respected shit talk as an art form and did not
take kindly to shit talking without the ability to
back it up. JJ fired the first ill-conceived
salvo, calling out people like Nicky, TSoprano and Pavy
before a game had even been played while making a
weak attempt at humor and referencing his
“tea bag,” a term he had picked up on the
numerous homo erotic websites he had
frequented over the last few months. He
tossed out words like, “betblackdog.com” and terms like
“rebatewager.com,” further galvanizing the league
veterans' first impression that he was a 10
year old, sexually confused lad trying to
perpetrate the fraud that he was something
that he surely was not; a man.
JJ's futile attempts at shit talk continued
with the infantile “mods have lost control of site,”
and the juvenile and over used reference to “teasers.”
JJ'sonline utopia was quickly unraveling around him. His
putrid attempts at humor and shit talking were
rebuffed time and again, day after day. JJ
soon gave up trying to post messages on the
forum and was reduced yet again to his
film making vids, jerking off
to the JC Penney catalogue and margarine
containers (he always thought the lady on the
Land O’Lakes tub was hot), wishing he could
play with the big boys....
