I have nostalgia for what happened 10 years ago, while I was attending a gig with death metal masters Death. I have always admired Chuck Schuldiner for his very deep, provocative lyrics, and extremely original and inventive music; however, I knew there was something even more about him, Chuck Schuldiner, the frontman of the band Death. It felt very weird, however, I wasn't expecting what was to happen...
In all CD booklets, and in posters, but also in his lyrics, Chuck proved me that he was a strong, smart man, and an excellent, original musician. This made me admire Chuck even more, considering he also invented Death Metal, although some fucktard name Spinoza Ray Prozak, some idiot who talks about "nihilism" and "entering the holy asshole" has pointed me that Sepultura, Possessed and Master also did Death Metal before him, and that besides the fact that he's overpraised, he wanted to be more extreme than Possessed. This is all bullshit, we all know Chuck Schuldiner never had any major influenced, he was only an influencer, and that anyone who disagrees is also an idiot, as Chuck is supreme. As more as I listened to Death, and looked more at posters with Chuck, my admiration was deeper, and deeper. It was transcending this state, and I soon realised that I should not lie to myself and acknowledge what it mutated into: LUST.
I soon had fantasies about me being in love with Chuck Schuldiner, about an idilic pederastic relationship with him. I kept admiring his body even more, in one poster he was wearing a white shirt and I imagined seeing his nipples erect; then I tried to think much about his body shape, about his chest, about him. But I also thought this would not be realistic, because I saw he despised homosexuality in his song from Death's first full lenght album (Scream bloody gore) called Mutilation, in which he says he wrote that he "celebrates a faggot's death", and calling them "human disgrace". This made me very sad, and I had entered into a very big depression, knowing that I may never love Chuck. But It was about to change soon...
I awaited the gig, as it was my chance to see him, and see if I actualy loved him, and if he would have accepted. I couldn't think of something else besides him. After several boring opening acts, Death appeared on stage. There he was, proud, with the band, willing to play his music to us. It was something wrong with him, I knew that; apparently he treated his sound engineers like shit, but I think they just can't understand his own genius. He doesn't have ego, he can't do things right. Anyway, he played all of my favourite songs, including the whole Symbolic album. This made me achieve a very powerful erection, blood was pumping in my penis like never before. They finished the gig with a very erotic Philosopher, which culminated with a 5 minute solo wankfest, very homoerotic. The guitar's fretboard reminded me of the beauty of a phallus.
I went with all my Death cd's and vinyls to Chuck afterwards, to get them signed. He was very pissed off, and said that I should go to his hotel room to get them autographed. I was abnoxious about doing so, esspecially when HE invented me on his hotel room. I got there with a cab, and asked the receptionist in what room was he in. He was in room 88, which ironicly stands for Heil Hitler, probably because of antisemitic/racist people around there. I knocked the door, but nobody listened. I've started to deeply breathe, and opened the door. Chuck was completely naked, I got shocked. I dropped my entire Death collection. I was sweating. I had a rock-hard erection. He apologized for appearing like this; he remarked how big my erection is though, but he didn't say a word. He took a towel and wrapped himself in it, and said afterwards:
"So, You want ME to sign your Death collection, eh"
" Yesssss.....! "
He took himself a marker and started to sign my whole collection. I was so excited about the whole thing that I fell on him, with my head right on his penis, this gave him a full erection. He then aproaches me and says:
"I know what you want, I saw how you were when I was playing; why do you think I invited you here in the first place? "
I was breathless.I didn't move a muscle. He then stripped me down of my clothes. My erection was harder than ever. My anus even tighter. He started to give me a blowjob and lubed two of his fingers with guacamole, for my anus's enjoyment. His fingers were very powerful, touching my G spot many times, and his mouth was simply incredible, he surely did that before. After 40 minutes of carnal blowjob, I came on his face. Then, It was his turn. He started to lube my ass again, and fucked me with his 7" bundle of joy. After about 1 hour of continuous anal ramming, while we listened to Human, he came over my signed collection. I was laying there, tired. However, this was not the last of him. He forced me on my knees, and made me deepthroat him, and used his custom B.C. Rich fretboard on my ass afterwards. After that, I laid there, and he was tired he started to sleep, and I realised it was time to go.
Now, years afterwards, and after he died, I miss him. My Death CD collection which he signed still reeks from his cum, I never tried to clean them up. Oh Chuck, how I miss you!!!
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http://www.last.fm/user/gate-of-nanna/journal/2008/12/11/2bv1kz_r.i.p._chuck (inutile poichè l'utente è stato cancellato)
che schifo...io l'ho sentita da un amico per caso...
