My sad story involving online gaming

joey manafest · Oct 28, 2016

OK, well I'm gonna start this off simple and as honestly as possible. I am currently a 2nd year university student studying various life-sciences as well as having a secondary focus of visual art/media. I was never really a shy boy growing up, I enjoyed talking to my friends in school, as well as outside of school when we played together. I always contributed to class discussions and was an active speaker amongst my classmates, however this all changed when I started playing this one online RPG type game called MapleStory. I can even remember my first time playing the game how fun it was. I was truly hooked on the concept of progressive character development and was amazed by the an interchanging capability of communicating between other online players throughout the game.

It was only until I was in fourth grade where I was genuinely addicted to online gaming. This ultimately initiated my fall of academic performance due to the major distractions and loss of interest towards anything other than the tiny pixelated world I was constantly engaged in. I went from A+'s to C's in school, slowly started to drift away from my friends, I even stopped caring about my personal health and hygiene. As the years went by, these complications only got worse. By the time I was in middle school, I had no social interaction, I was not involved in any extra-curricular activities and had developed minor social anxiety. I did not care for a social-life at such young age, everybody seemed to be so different from me. I knew I was starting to become a loser who gets no pussy, however it did not bother me, I always knew deep inside that the only people who truly matter in life are your family members.

I have a fairly large family, ironic since I am an only child but my bloodline shares a plethora of relatives including cousins,aunts, and uncles. I had a particular uncle named Roy which was honestly the closest person to me. He understood me even more than my own parents, and he knew what I was going through as he has dealt with similar struggles when he was at my age, but I'll get more into him later on. My social battles continued throughout my high school career and were furthermore magnified as a result of the socioeconomic situation my family was stuck in. We were living in a 2 bedroom apartment in one of the roughest housing projects within my city. My mother struggled to pay rent each month and basic living necessities were always a troublesome and demanding cost for our household. This did not limit my gaming habits however, my mother always provided me the best of gaming accessories and certain online memberships despite her hatred towards my extreme gaming habits.

Tenth grade was perhaps the worst year of my life simply due to the severe embarrassment I felt after I pooed my pants in Algebra class. Tuesday, September 18th, 2012. roughly ~10:28 AM was the precise time and day, I remember it like it was yesterday. Angela was sitting beside me (one of my very few close friends I still have contact with to this day) and I even remember how sexy my teacher Mr.Greenfield looked with his freshly shaven beard.. mmm mmm it was the most arousing material for my 15 year old horny and sexually suppressed teenage self. I can also remember the crisp and brittle early autumn day which it was, I knew in the morning that I had diarrhoea. Looking back at it now, it was probably from all the cheap Mexican fast-food which my father bought us on a regular basis, we couldn't afford any luxury dinners or any fancy cuisines so we took advantage of our local "Tacohouse Bean burrito and hard shell beef combo special" which included 2 medium sized burritos as well as a single hard-shelled Honduran styled taco, a large soft drink and an order of fries. I always ended up giving away the burritos to my mom since she gobbled them up like a swine. On the other hand, I would swipe up the single taco and down it all to the face within a minute, it was purely a disaster. Now going back to my tenth grade disaster, I was fully aware of the risk I was taking whilst farting in class knowing in the back of my mind that It could come out as a shart at any moment. Being the daredevil I am, the risks did not concern me, and the within a split-second the realisation came to me, that I really just farted out poo into my underwear... at 15 years old. I immediately panicked which only made things worse. A classmate "Marcus" looked back instantly after my accident, i tried to play it off but he definitely knew what was going on, I could see it in his eyes. Slowly more and more people gradually started looking back my direction, it didn't take long for my teacher Mr. Greenfield to notice what was happening either. This was the moment I gave up, I thought to myself "This really just happened, there is no going back." "Fuck it." I said,

I might as well go full out with a bang and turn this into one of those hilarious high school memories which you tell your kids about when they ask for a funny story.I proceeded to poo out another fat log of turd, this time on to the floor. It plopped and crumbled as it hit the ground and everyone was in shock. Millions of thoughts were rushing through my head within those 2 minutes which I had made a big scene. I contemplated on moving schools, running away, I even considered going to my uncles house that day to tell him about what had happened, i knew he would understand, so I did. I rushed out of the class (still with large chunks of feces stuck to the hairs of my butthole) and headed towards my Uncle house who did not live too far from my school.

I knocked on his door for five minutes before he opened it and let me inside his house. It was warm in his house. I was instantly comforted by his gentle touch. I knew that I could tell him anything and he would always be on my side supporting me no matter what case it is. I eventually told him about how I made a scene in class. It did not surprise Uncle Roy, he did not even smirk once as I told such an embarrassing story. He asked me "Did you wipe at least?" to which i replied with a giggle "No uncle, It's still a mess". "Well let's clean your ass up!" he muttered as he grabbed me by my outer hips, turned me over,pulled my pants down, and started wiping my anus with a cloth. I did not find this particularly pleasuring, however the sensation did not bother me as I knew my uncle was getting a kick out of it. He started to wipe faster and faster with the cloth which burned as the friction got more intense. The cotton felt like sand paper at this point, but I managed to hold in the pain. Silly me, I thought it was almost over but it was just the warm up. "Do you like that???" my uncle screamed with a questioning tone. I didn't know what to say. "Do I say no?" "If I say no would he be mad?" "I can't keep allowing this to happen" were all thoughts running through my mind at this point. Without warning, my uncle whipped out his monstrous cock and slowly inserted the tip into my rectum. "How about that?" he asked, to which I replied with a scream "Ohhhh yeaaa" he continued his way deeper inside my body inches at a time. The pain was unbearable, but the pleasure and adrenaline I felt was indescribable. I was engulfed with a rush of ecstasy. The euphoria I was feeling could not compare to anything I have ever felt before, as my uncle finally reached his last few inches inside my body, I felt his tip hitting my organs and eventually touched my heart. This was the moment of true connection, although we weren't immediately related to one another, I felt as if we were one character, Siamese twins or something along the lines of that. Every action I felt he felt and vice-versa. This was up until he finally pulled his dick out of me and instantly I felt disconnected, I knew that there was something wrong, my uncle pulled off his mask and to my surprise It was actually my father. So many questions in my mind, but before I could move a muscle he shouted "Don't ever fucking take the hard shelled taco without asking me again faggot!" and ran off into the night.

Moral of the story is, family is everything