Sweatin and Swayin
Sweatin and Swayin
Monday, Sep 29th 2008 by  ape
Maxwell, there was a familiar grin that hung with the man's name. He left his wife in Baltimore and met a freeway between his previous ex-wife in some dried up town near Pittsburg. I had traveled a long way to catch up with this zooming cocksucker, my best friend from college. We go a long way back. Hell, our friends caught us fucking in the locker room during warm ups before cricket practice once. Down at old Mills field. I had a bitch at the time named Sam.. something. I don't recall the entire name. Oh yea, her name was Brady. Fuck me then. I'd give anything for a good fuck actually. I'm 49 and lonely as hell. When will I get these old wheels turning again.. When will I wake up and smell the damned coffee again? I can't say, I have no idea. I know one thing though, I want to fuck. I have a strong sense of fuck. I could fuck almost anything I bet. I'd put money it.

Maxwell : "Hey Troy, your bitch is a hot second away. Gonna grub up on some hot tits, you comin, or stayin?"

Troy : "Your game is about as fucked as your whacked out dick Max. I got something goin on with the bitch upstairs."

Maxwell : "Son of a bitch Troy. You aint goin stiff on me here right? Get outta your funk and lets go fishin. Quit fuckin my steam, draggin my sway, flippin my flop."

Troy : "I'll flip your flop"

Maxwell : "Hah, whatever. I'll see your ass later then."

Max headed out to fuck. I stayed home to wait for my shit to get hot, and tasteful. I had no time to slime around like Max, I had a bitch on the stove, bitch style. I had a psychic sense too, like a shark. damn good shark. I knew when she would be here, turning her landing gear on, flyin into my ass. Houston, we have a bitch.

Suddenly, my dick got soft on me. So I looked down.

Dick : "What the fuck is goin on up there? I'm tired, you just jacked off for three hours and now this? What are you planning to do now? I aint havin it, old man."

Holy shit, my dick had a voice. An angry voice. Wow, this is some heavy shit.

Troy : What the hell do you want?

Dick : "See these nuts? See these sweaty, tired nuts? Im fuckin tired! You wanna fuck something? Yeah, why don't you stop jabbin me with your greasy hands for a change? Use your hands for something useful, like maybe killing yourself you bald fuck. Cut me off now! Ive had enough of this shit. You jack me off a hundred times a day and what the fuck do I get. Yeah, I get to throw up into your fuckin toilet, straining on sick ass porno. Your sweaty palms given me a fucking *head*ache! And when your *finally* done beating the shit outta me, I'm shootin blanks. All that hard work for nothing again. Are you listening to me? Come on, your face is starting to look like your ass, your 49 man, for gods sake, give it up."

My balls reached for a knife on the kitchen counter. I pulled him away, but he kept insisted he wanted out. I wasn't ready to let it happen.

To be continued.