Rod was in total shock. He told me that, "I have no idea what to do. This is all very foreign to me." I started listing off the things I have done to guys in the past.
I explained that it totally depended on my mood and whether the person did something to tick me off or not. Sometimes I would break a finger or extract a tooth. It was funny to be off in the distance and see the reaction when I started time up. I've walked into a business meeting and pissed in a guys lap - not quite sure how he explained that to his coworkers. I have been known to tamper with vehicles - aka, screw up the breaks or slit the tire of someone going 80MPH. And, of course, the standard - screwing around.
It did worry me that he might think I am some kind of freak or devil. But, now I could tell by the look on his face that even if he thought those things, he didn't care. "So you don't care what I do?" he questioned me. I told him to go at it and have fun. He opened the truck door and dragged out the scrawny red neck. Then, he bent the driver over and opened up his mouth. I knew I had picked the right guy to share this with when I saw him drop down his shorts.
"Officer Richards - going commando I see." Rod told me that he doesn't like being constricted. He was well endowed for a big man. It was a nice fat peice of meat.
I high-fived him as he plunged into the unaware driver's tobacco filled mouth. "Looks like quite a mouthful. How about you stretch it a little more?" I asked as I added another inch in girth and 4 inches in length. That guy's mouth is going to be sore when Rod is done with him.
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