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lector.
This is
not like my regular stories, caveat lector (reader beware) indeed.
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don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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© 2003 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
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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.