So to undertand what I am talking about we need to go back 2 years. I was 14 years old and still young enough to jack it to any form of visible nudity, wether it’d be an exposed wrist or a slightly too small tank top. I had just seen the “damn boi He thicc” meme and I was intrigued. Just from that 4 second clip I felt a connection between me and the bald man on the screen. You see, I was not familiar with Anthony before this and I conducted extensive research to find the name of the man behind the “Damn boi He thicc” video. After about a week I stumbled across the name Anthony Fantano. That name… It just melted on my tounge like cotton candy. I just knew that I had to find out more about this man.

Fast forward to about a year and a half ago. I found his Youtube channel. I had never experienced that kind of euphoria before, but little did I know, clicking on that juicy, red subcribe button might have been the biggest mistake of my life… This would be the start of a crippling addiction. What kind of addiction, you ask? An addiction to Anthony Fantano Rule 34 pornography. Unlike most things this addiction does not come to an end, but grows worse and worse everyday. I could sit for weeks and binge watch his reviews just to hear him spit his opinions and album scores. “I’m feeling a decent 7 on this one”, “This new Imagine Dragons album. It’s NOT GOOD”. I have a throbbing erection as I’m writing these quotes down.

This August I went to all his shows. I even got to shake his hand. You could imagine the look on his face as I ejaculated in my pants while gripping his palm tight. Those 3 nights were the happiest nights of my life, unfortunately I am home again. Sitting in my room and writing this. Knowing that after I post this I will open a new tab of Anthony Fantano deep fakes and proceed to furiously rub my empty ballsack and further destroy my already broken asshole.

I had a dream last night. Anthony and I were alone in a cabin somewhere in the forest. We made love in front of the fireplace, but the most notable point of the dream was when he turned me upside down. He pressed his asshole up against mine and shat right into it. I shat the turd back. This continued on for 10 minutes until I woke up in my semen drenched boxers. I don’t know what to tell my parents. I just throw away my pants when stuff like this happens and I think they are starting to suspect something. I am scared and I don’t know what to do. I feel lost, but it feels good to get this of my chest…