So I forgot to mention this,

[Pres Zount]

but on Thursday I saved a child's life. He was chasing a bouncy ball and it went onto the road, and he was about to run after it right into a 4X4, but I ran over and scooped him up.

It was like a comercial for road safety.

His mother was so distraught she didn't even thank me. Which is fair enough, but had I known that I woudn't have bothered.



how many times have you saved a persons life? this is my first time.

EDIT: Also, how many lives have you ended?

[cj hood]

i was at a party years ago.....single mom is there with her son.......she's drinkin at the table and the kid (3 or 4 years) walks into the pool and goes right down.....i jump in fully clothed, drag him out and the mom says nothing to me, but yells at the kid.......ghetto!

[steve-onpoint]

hmm. when i was cliff diving.

just a good "check-in-with-myself" that i picked up when i was younger: if i ever see a ball roll into the street while i'm driving, i brake my vehicle. usually the ball's followed by a little person.

[Freebasser]

My dad scooped me out from the path of a pavement-mounting bus when I was about 8.

I've killed 4 people (y)

[Bob]

I've only really told close friends about this but, it's a pretty freaky/interesting story about how my Pops (dad) saved me and indeed my family from a pretty horrible fate.

When I was a young kid I lived in Santa Clara California. It's at the heart of the silicon valley and not a small town by any means but it has a relatively low crime rate and the neighborhood I lived in really wasn't known for having many problems. We lived in a condo that had a grocery story and a thrifty's drug store out front of it that I would often frequent for ice cream and toys.

One fall afternoon I asked my parents if it would be ok if I went to the store by myself to get some ice cream. I was 7 years old at the time and the store was literally a block away (at most). My parents were always hesitant to let me go anywhere as I was a pretty tiny kid when I was younger and they always worried like parents often do. So after some begging and whining that I was a big boy and responsible my parents finally caved and let me go. I grabbed my change and sprinted up to the drug store to get ice cream (which was amazingly cheap... like 35 cents a scoop).

I had my ice cream and was browsing the toy aisles taking my time before returning home because I absolutely loved G.I. Joes and Transformers and had to see every single toy before I went back home, when this old man came up to me. He looked... Old.. like.. maybe 55 to 60 but keep in mind when you're a young kid EVERYONE looks old. He was pretty friendly and he immediately began talking to me about what toys were "neato" and "amazing" and I remember thinking how much his friendly nature reminded me of my grandpa.

Now my parents raised me to be cautious of strangers but I think when you're a small child you almost feel like nothing bad could happen to you. (At least I did). I grew up feeling safe and secure and was a pretty outgoing kid.

The old man kept telling me about how he loved toys and that he'd grown up seeing all sorts of toys and how they had changed so much. He also pointed out how the grocery store next door had a pretty fine toy collection and asked me if I'd like to go see it. I said sure and walked alongside him to the store.

At the grocery store he did the same act, talking about how wonderful the toys were. I don't think I need to explain it further but, he was very obviously building trust on my niave young self. Then he said that he had some amazing new toys in his car and asked would I like to see them. I said I'm not supposed to get into a strangers car and he said that's ok you can see them from the parking lot. I said, "You'll show them to me IN the parking lot away from the car?". He said, "Of course! What kind of person do you think I am?". With that I followed him out to the parking lot.

We got near his car and I stood back about 5 feet from both him and the car (thankfully there was no one in the space right next to his vehicle). The car itself was an old green and brown stationwagon from the late 70s/early 80s(that in retrospect totally looks like a big spacious kidnapper vehicle). He opened his passenger side door and climbed into the seat. He then proceeded to cup his hands together and look at them saying he had this amazing new toy in his hand. My response was, "What toy? I don't see any toy."

He said, "Oh it's amazing.. you really can't see it?"

I said, "No". To which he replied that I must be too far away to see it. Then he suggested I come closer to get a better look at it.

My blood ran cold at this point and I was completely shocked. I knew what was happening. I had remembered all those school plays and videos we had watched warning us about this but I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. I didn't want to believe this was happening to me. I couldn't move. I remember my voice (which should have been screaming at this point) got alot more quieter. More nervous.

I said "no." and shook my head. He said again how this 'amazing toy' simply couldn't be missed and I was really missing out in seeing it. He might even be swayed to give it to me if I thought it was as 'neato' as he did. He asked me again to come closer and check it out.

Again I shook my head no but still couldn't move from where I was standing. I was absolutely petrified.

A deep voice next to me suddenly said, "Hey son what's up?". I looked up to see my dad standing next to me. He has long hair, tattoos and is rather tall and muscular. I remember in that one moment I was in such awe that my dad, my hero, had arrived just in the nick of time, like some comic book superhero.

Now the next few moments happen all in the space of just a few heartbeats but I'm trying to get every detail in as it was, so amazing to watch so forgive me if it seems a little verbose for something that happened in the time of a minute.

I told my dad, "He says he has a toy" and pointed to the old man sitting in his car. My dad replied, "Oh ya.. what kind of toy." and looked at the old man. The old man looked shocked and scared and immediately looked away as he was started to pull his car door shut. My dad (quickly realizing what was happening) grabs me and sprints across a couple of spaces setting me safely up on someone's car hood (in case the old man decided to fight or drive crazy) while shouting to the old man, "WHERE'S THE FUCKIN' TOY OLD MAN". Then as the old man (who obviously shimmied over to the drivers seat) starts up the car and jams on the reverse accelerator backing out.

With this phenominal speed my dad closes the gap, leaps over his hood and begins punching the old man's driver side window as he's trying to drive away. I remember seeing this look of fury on my dad's face like he was some insane midevil warrior as he screamed, "FUCKING" *punch* "PIECE" *punch* "OF SHIT" *punch*.

On the last punch my dad (who was sprinting alongside the vehicle at this point) had shattered the old man's window. Unfortunately it was too late as the old guy had turned out of the parking lot/sped away so there was no way to get a good look at his license plate now. In my dad's earlier rage he had failed to get a good look at the plate.

My dad scooped me up and ran me into the grocery store asking who knew that old man and screaming about how this FUCKING old man had tried to kidnap his son.

After he described the man and the car he drove everyone in the grocery store seemed to know him. In fact most seemed defensive about it. One bagger who had walked from the back and hadn't heard my dad ranting about kidnapping ONLY the description of the man said, "OH that's OLD MAN ANDERSON... he's a GREAT guy!".

Furious my dad called the cops. They came and did what cops do. Filed a report. Questioned the employees. I remember how most of the employees seemed to be angry and kept saying how the old man would never do that.

Years later my dad would pick up a newspaper and call me over showing me the article. It was about how some old guy had kidnapped this kid (I believe from sunnyvale) and raped him for years. Immediately after I saw the old man's picture my blood ran cold and I had to put the paper down and walk outside as it was THE OLD MAN who almost got me. I was so horribly shocked and scared at that moment I remember feeling just like that kid in the parking lot.

The story doesn't have the happiest of endings as the old man kidnapped, raped and eventually killed that kid before getting caught. To this day I wished I had gotten the license plate and saved that poor kid.

I _am_ however still completely thankful my father, my hero, saved me and my future from that disgusting old man.

I once asked my Pops why he came to check up on me when he did. He said, "I don't know really. Something just told me to check up on you."


yeah alright so that wasn't me, i ripped it from another forum, but it's a good story ok

[Freebasser]

Bob got raped.

[Freebasser]

Close the board down and restart it.

We have a winner.

[Bob]

WHERE'S THE FUCKIN' TOY, SKYE?

[Freebasser]

AWESOME TOY (http://www.xxxfreesexchat.com/DJ/DJ8/8180-01-.JPG)

[cookiepuss]

yeah alright so that wasn't me, i ripped it from another forum, but it's a good story ok

yeah for some reason when I read the part about your dad having long hair and tattoos , I was like no way....

[na§tee]

haha i can't believe i read through all of that and was like "omg i can't believe bob is sharing this with us! how touch.. HEY WAIT A SECOND!"

LOL PWNED.

[Freebasser]

I saved my file and walked over to my bed, there must have been two dozen
people on my contact list who were online but none of them ever talked to
me, it'd have been nice but it wasn't going to happen. I slumped into my
bed, it was only 10pm but depression had caused me to feel much more tired
than I was. I sulked into my pillow and sighed, that seemed to wake Rufus
up and he looked at me. Rufus is Border collie and the most beautiful dog I
have ever seen, he's understanding for a dog and apart from house training
has never disappointed me. He got onto the bed and made that whining noise
whenever something was wrong. I rubbed his head between his ears and he
licked my face and nose, causing me to laugh. My nose is my special spot
and Rufus seemed to know that. He licked it again and just stared at me,
his right front paw on my chest. I don't know why and still don't but I
kissed him on the lips and he licked me more, his tongue searching. I
willingly accepted, and my tongue joined his. I hugged him then and
whispered into his ear how much I loved him, it struck me then how lonely I
was, I hadn't had a good loving partner in almost a year and here was
Rufus, my best friend... Humping my belly?! I stopped hugging him and
laughed, he seemed to be smiling as well, panting slightly.

"Not one for romantic mush eh Ruuf?"

He just lowered his head, sniffing the bed and looked up again. My eyesight
was drawn immediately to his sheath; his pink cock was starting to stick
out. Lying down as I was, contrasting against his black and white fur his
cock wasn't hard to spot. I moved my foot up to touch it, and he started to
hump, more of his cock was showing with each thrust. Then I got his cock
in-between my big toe and the one right next to it (Is there a name for
them?) and he started to hump faster, his cock rapidly swelling up. I
should mention now that I never got Rufus fixed, I wouldn't want it done to
me, so I'm certainly not going to have it done to my friend. He kept on
doing this for a while, and I just watched mesmerised as his cock rapidly
moving, slicked up by his copious amounts of precum. I sat up, my own dick
making a dent in my boxers. I took Rufus's cock into my hand and was amazed
how hot it was. He was quite happy to hump my hand until he spotted the wet
patch on my boxers, and he licked at the precum there, and seemed to really
like the taste. He stopped humping my hand so I used the distraction to
take my boxers off, my dick sprung back up and he went to it, short little
licks with his rough tongue. This was really turning me on but Rufus just
seemed interested in my precum, eventually I had to push him away as my
cockhead was getting oversensitive. As I pushed his head down he seemed to
dive between my bum and started licking. He was going to rim me! I didn't
hesitate and spread my legs, my heart beating wildly; I've wanted this for
so long. My anticipation was cut short as his tongue touched my bared
arsehole, hot rough texture upon sensitive puckered flesh causing me to
moan out in pleasure. I may live by myself, but I've always been quite
during sex. However this was so exciting and so pleasurable I couldn't help
but moan in response. Rufus if anything seemed encouraged by this and
licked deeper, driving his snout up in-between my cheeks. It felt so good,
but then I saw his cock, I knew what had to be done; at least what I
thought had to be done. I rolled over and he continued lapping at my
pucker, never ceasing until I got up on all fours and he got the idea
almost instantly. He jumped up onto my back and started humping, I winced
his front paws clawing my back. It was nothing compared to the feeling of
what happened next. His cock found its target and it felt like a red hot
poker was trying to shove its way into me. He buried it in with one thrust
and I did scream a lot and swore enough to make an old sailor blush. He
didn't stop, didn't wait for me to adjust, just fucked me hard and fast,
his hot precum felt like piss; there was so much of it. I could hear him
panting, his tongue resting upon my back, hot doggy drool covering my
neck. It just made everything hotter, the pain rapidly fading into
pleasure. I can say now nothing compares to the feeling of hot dog cock,
nor the speed and relentless power. On and on his cock drove into me,
grinding against my prostate, his paws reaching back and rubbing against my
cock. Then it happened. Like all dogs, Rufus had a knot. I didn't get a
chance to see it but it felt like a fist was pushing against my
sphincter. I tried to resist but there was no way I could have held out. I
was his bitch and I was going to get tied. I've read enough dog stories to
know about knots, and instead of panicking I just... opened up? I defiantly
relaxed and just accepted it. And in hindsight I'm glad I did to, his knot
entered into me and I was expecting pain. There wasn't pain, he fucked me
even faster, short little thrusts. And then he came, I thought he was
pissing into me! Oh my god, I never knew anything could cum that much, and
then his knot expanded, then I felt pain. I felt like I was going to
explode, his cock and knot swelled to huge proportions and I damn near
passed out from the pain. But slowly I adjusted to it, and the pain got
less and less, and the feeling was indescribable. It was soo fucking
hot. Eventually his knot slipped out and he jumped at the opportunity to
lick me clean, getting all the cum from my spent arse. I got onto my side,
and saw him lick his cock.

"You liked that boy?"

He got near my face and sniffled, giving me a lick. I told him how much of
a good boy he was, kissing him and loving him. And then I slept.

[na§tee]

HOT DOG COCK LOL.

i am laughing so hard right now.

[Freebasser]

Bob's so hard right now.

[steve-onpoint]

yeah alright so that wasn't me, i ripped it from another forum, but it's a good story ok

You sun of a gun.

That was a good story though. So ok.

[Freebasser]

Just wait til you get to mine (y)

[beastieangel01]

haha i can't believe i read through all of that and was like "omg i can't believe bob is sharing this with us! how touch.. HEY WAIT A SECOND!"

LOL PWNED.

TELL ME ABOUT IT

Bob, you hooker.

[Bob]

WELL IF I'D REVEALED IT AT THE BEGINNING YOU WOULD HAVE NEVER READ IT

and aren't you glad you read it

didn't it make you feel good

except for the part where the kid died, that part wasn't so good

[ET]

Ah, too good to be true. "WHERE'S THE FUCKIN' TOY OLD MAN?" could have been my new sig.

[steve-onpoint]

didn't it make you feel good


:rolleyes:

[Audio.]

nobody was there for me when I smashed my face on to car :mad:

[mikizee]

My girlfriend has saved my life.

A couple of years ago on anzac day (australia and new zealand's veterans day) a workmate who used to be in the army invited me to his old barracks to the sargeants mess where they would be drinking all day, bottles of coopers beer for $1.25!!! (normal price 5-6.50).

So he was a huge drinker and I made the mistake of trying to keep up with him. From 1130am to about 3am i was never without a drink in my hand. I've never drunk that much in my life. My girlfriend picked me up from the workmates house and i was realy drunk, but not feeling seedy at all, which considering how much alcohol i consumed was an amazing feat. Anyway we get home and goto bed, and in the middle of the night my girlfriend woke up and heard strange gurgling noises from me. It was pitch black, so she got up and turned on the light, and there i was, lying on my back, my face was bright blue and i had a mouth full of vomit. She screamed and grabbed me and shook me awake, I turned over and powerchucked EVERYWHERE.

So if she hadn't of slept over that night i would have most certainly choked to death on my own spew.

What a way to go out.

[ericlee]

I saved my daughter's life once. She was eating some chicken and the next thing I knew, she was gasping and I automatically knew she was choking.

I got behind her and did the heimilich and the chicken came right out. It wasn't projectile chicken like when you see in the movies or anything where it gets spat out and lands in somebody's soup bowl after the heimilich.

[ggirlballa]

i've almost gotten hit by a car sooooooooooooo many times i don't think i've saved a life tho, i saved a japanese guy's hat in hawaii, he bowed to me

[mikizee]

Hat, life, same thing

[Bob]

i once stopped a drunk girl from stepping on a wine glass with bare feet

well, she probably would have stepped on it

actually i think it was plastic

i didn't even like her much

[JesusChrist]

Dad once killed me so the world could be saved, but I rose again! That'll teach him to fuck with me. So far as yet the world hasn't been saved.

[Pres Zount]

Nice story bob! Glad you could share it! I didn't finish it tho maybe next time!

Yours too aid!

[Bob]

yours was good too though!

[mikizee]

why don't you two just marry each other then

[Pres Zount]

Is it too much to ask that JUST ONE of my threads doesn't degenerate into paedophile jokes and dog sex stories?

[mikizee]

heres a pedophile joke (well 2)

Q What causes pedophilia?

A Sexy kids!!




Q What do you get when you chainsaw a 5 yr old in half?

A An erection

[Bob]

it wasn't a joke story

as far as i know

[Bob]

Q: what do you get when people start telling dead baby jokes?


A: bored

[mikizee]

That's not funny at all

[Pres Zount]

Seriously though, the dog sex story was the funniest thing I've read all day so far. Serious.

And bob, I jsut finished ur story it was a pretty good ending too!

[g-mile7]

Did the same thing but didnt scoop the kid up but tried to block him and let Mr.SUV see me (I had seen him not slowin up 4 a bit and thought he didnt see tha kid ...he didnt seetha kid so all he saw was me...he stopped right in front of me and was bout to git out his car till he saw the mom run and pick up her kid. We moved out the road and he said sorry and the mother (Indian) was really thankful. Just like the mayor in Do the Right Thing except my ass stayed in the middle.

[Freebasser]

That's like the third time I've posted that thing.

[Pres Zount]

I hope it was appropriate the other two times.

[Freebasser]

I think one of them was a beastie general thread on how hot adrock's legs are.

[Pres Zount]

Excellent.


Did you write that? You don't have to tell me where you found it. I spent like fifteen minutes writing a love note to miranda15 and she hasn't even returned to post :(

[Freebasser]

I found it on erm...

erm...

shut up! :mad:

[na§tee]

i tried to pretend to be miranda15 and add you to aim but you don't actually have aim! :mad: i could of had so much fun being a teenager again!

[Pres Zount]

People annoy me on aim all the time.

[ericlee]

I saved a big snapping turtle once too.

I was driving and I looked over to the other lane and I saw this poor turtle laying on it's back with it's feet moving rapidly.

I stopped my car and walked over to it, picked it up and walked it half way into the field that was on the side of the road and let it go.

[paul jones]

but on Thursday I saved a child's life. He was chasing a bouncy ball and it went onto the road, and he was about to run after it right into a 4X4, but I ran over and scooped him up.

It was like a comercial for road safety.

His mother was so distraught she didn't even thank me. Which is fair enough, but had I known that I woudn't have bothered.



how many times have you saved a persons life? this is my first time.

EDIT: Also, how many lives have you ended?
well done there(y)