Caveat lector.

This is not like my regular stories, caveat lector (reader 
beware) indeed.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't 
read it.
If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, 
don't read it.

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Copyright � 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit 
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All the characters and events in this story are fictional; 
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely 
coincidental.

The No Where Man

By
Norm DePloom

James came home from work at the same time he always did.  
He undressed and, after sitting in his recliner, turned his 
wide screen high definition television to the cable news 
station.  While he watched the news, James took the 
individual cartons of Chinese food from the brown paper bag.  
He had purchased his favorite dishes from his favorite 
restaurant.  He ate the pork fried rice and the almond 
chicken with his chopsticks, then he ate the barbecued pork 
ribs with his fingers; all while the news from around the 
world flowed over him.  When he was done, James nested the 
empty cartons inside each other and placed them back inside 
the bag.  He ate the fortune cookies, playing the game of 
adding 'in bed' to the end of each fortune, and chuckling 
at the results.
 
Walking into the kitchen, James placed the bag of empty 
cartons in the trashcan then rinsed his chopsticks and 
placed them back in the drawer where they belonged.  Lastly, 
James wiped down the counter and wiped the last of the 
barbecue sauce from his fingers then tossed the towel into 
the laundry basket.  Returning to his chair, James picked 
up the remote control and switched from the cable to the 
DVD player.  

James reclined in his chair, then stroked himself while he 
watched a huge cock penetrate an equally huge cunt on the 
flat screen hanging on his wall.  Although right handed, 
James always used his left hand to masturbate.  Thanks to 
his surround sound system the moans and groans of the 
fucking couple seemed to come from all around him.  James 
carefully timed his self-stimulation as he watched the 
fucking on the screen.  He was familiar with the DVD, it 
was his favorite from his large collection of pornography.  
His cock was hard now, and James was carefully building his 
excitement, his favorite scene was approaching and he 
wanted to cum at just the right instant.  On the screen the 
giant cock pulled out of the giant pussy and the bodies 
rearranged themselves.

"Yes," James whispered as he stroked his cock faster; the 
moment was approaching.  James watched the screen, 
transfixed.  He was breathing hard and pumping his cock with 
frantic determination as the huge cockhead neared the 
crinkled rear entry of the woman.

"Yes," James said again, with a loud moan and, just as the 
cock on the screen pushed the ass open and sank into the 
sphincter, James felt his cock jerk in his hand as his leg 
muscles tightened almost to the point of cramping.  A moment 
later, he felt the first warm splat of cum landing on his 
stomach.  His body relaxed as James, the cum still oozing 
down his belly, picked up the gun from the table beside his 
chair and placed the barrel in his mouth.

It was almost a month before anyone thought to investigate 
why James had stopped coming to work.  



  
NoWhereMan