I'm sorry if we are coming across as cross or degrading in some way, but from the bottom of all our hearts we are expressing a commonality between ourselves and you. See, before coming to tO, I frequented the Fallout mods section, expressing my common interests in the game, the setting, and the artwork. All of us share a root similar to this.
I remember when I first played Fallout. I had just gotten home from school and my grandfather had bought me a copy for my birthday. The only problem with this is that in our family, we have to earn whatever gifts we receive from each other. I always hated and resented this, but in hindsight I now know that he was trying to teach all of us an important life lesson. Nothing is free. I skipped in the backdoor into the kitchen, and saw a gift wrapped rectangular box laying on the kitchen table. In my youthful excitement, I hurriedly unwrapped the package. I saw the t-51 helmet on the front cover and laughed loudly in joy and anticipation for the endless amount of joy to come. I was about to finish unwrapping the box, when I heard my grandfather abruptly clear his throat in a condescending "What do you think you are doing?" manner from behind me. I sheepishly turned around to face him, standing there in his gray overalls; his pot belly hanging over the waistline, his arm hair protruding from his sleeveless tank top. I muttered, "Sorry grandfather". He looked down at me from his broad frame and stated "Boys shouldn't be given anything, they should earn everything. Go upstairs and get into your house clothes and scrub these tiles!". I did so, and with my brush and bucket in hand, knelt down and a started to scrub, starting systematically as always, from the living-room divide towards the kitchen door. I had a sense of Deja-vu from the environment, but couldn't quite recal exactly why I was feeling this way.
I scrubbed those floors for a good thirty minutes or so, when I noticed someone approaching me from behind. I turned my head and saw bare vein ridden feet approach me from behind. Before I could even think of a response or facilitate a movement in any direction, I felt hands grasp my underarms and lift me upward. Unable to move, I was frozen stiff as I was placed face down on the kitchen table. At this point I was able to move my head to the side, and from the corner of my eyes I glimpsed a naked figure, ridden with cellulose, standing behind me as I was bent in a helpless position. At this point I heard the scruffy voice of my grandfather proclaim once again "Boys shouldn't be given anything, they should earn everything! Now earn your video-game and be a good boy!" at this point fear of punishment had me stiff as an ironing board. My palms were pouring sweat, and causing my hands to slide along the hard wood of the kitchen table. At that moment I felt strong hands pull down my sweatpants. I was assuming that I was going to receive a spanking, but I couldn't understand why since I hadn't recalled myself misbehaving, nor could I understand why my grandfather in his boxers. In my minute of confusion, it dawned on me the reason for my deja vu. The
linoleum tiles, the brush clutched tightly in my hands. This caused my penis to erect, and I panicked due to the humiliation of having an erection in mid spank. Then, I heard my grandfather "Oh son, you like this eh? You're a fuckin' dirty son of a bitch aren't ya"? I said "No grandpa, you don't understand..." "Oh I understand perfectly" he said, and at that moment I felt a tickling sensation around the rim of my butthole. I yelped, "Please, let me explain!" as pressure on the rim of my butthole increased. Then I realized what was happening. My grandfather pushed the head of his penis into my rectum. The bare skin around my butthole burned in agony, as my rectum stretched to embrace his penis. He thrusted sharply, and I moaned in pain. The deeper he penis penetrated, my penis stiffened harder. The pain of my penis crushed between me and the table with my anus penetrated caused me to scream. As I screamed, I felt his hand cover my mouth, sticking his fingers into my mouth. "Don't fuckin do that!" he yelled, piercing my anus. At that moment, I muttered, "Grab the brush, scrub my back with the brush!". "What?!" he yelled. I repeated myself, and in a brief pause of motion he grabbed the brush. I felt the rough bristles scratch the soft skin of my back as his penis stabbed my ass. My mind split as all thoughts in my head disappeared. Here I was, bare and vulnerable in an indescribably infinite void of pleasure and ecstasy. I felt warm blood from my back drip down the sides of my chest and stomach, as my mind shot itself back into moment of my first sexual experience with my cousin. My mind clear, drifting in a dark void of cool linoleum caressing my body, sexual pleasure, and burning pain. My body contorted, and lifted off the table against my grandfathers shaft. In that moment as I was elevated away from the table, I looked down and saw my penis. As soon as I caught glimpse of it, it pulsated. I felt an overwhelming pressure in my cock, as semen shot itself into my face.
This is how I will always remember the first day I played Fallout.
