I met this man at a street in the middle of the night, the moon was casting a hazy spell of melancholy across the riverbank which I was walking by. I was caught in said spell, when suddenly I heard the breaking of a branch behind me.
I turned, and before my eyes stood a short, stubbed penis rubbing right off my eyelashes. Shocked, i took a step back, almost falling into the river. Coming back to my senses, I scan the thing in front of me up and down. A small blonde head, short neck and torso stood at the top, being supported by two elongated legs spanning what must be at least a meter and a half, with but a single toe for them to bounce on the tips of. I had to splash myself to make sure this was not a dream.
Palpitations in the many, I took a deep breath before muttering the words as best I could "...May I help you". This man let out a surprisingly high pitched grunt. Confused, I asked what he meant. He then turned around, clenched both buns of the buttox with his hands and pulled as hard as I've ever seen, his arms throbbing violently from the tension. Letting out another high pitched grunt, I knew what he meant.
Staring into that anus was like staring into a void, a huge, slime-filled portal to another world. Having made the pledge of abstinence, I knew I could not help this man, but frightened for my life I had to do something. I spotted a large stick along the bank and quickly tip-toed off to grab it. From there, I held in a big breath and chucked it straight in. Pretending I was mixing chocolate at a factory, I swirled it in and out, up and down, all around. It felt like an eternity, but I felt the need to keep going until he called an end to this madness.
Eventually, after god knows how long, I heard a big rumble. A sizzling smell began to omit from the rectum, and before I knew it he took off as a turd powered rocket, leaving a chocolate trail of goodies behind him. And before I knew it, he was gone.
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I turned, and before my eyes stood a short, stubbed penis rubbing right off my eyelashes. Shocked, i took a step back, almost falling into the river. Coming back to my senses, I scan the thing in front of me up and down. A small blonde head, short neck and torso stood at the top, being supported by two elongated legs spanning what must be at least a meter and a half, with but a single toe for them to bounce on the tips of. I had to splash myself to make sure this was not a dream.
Palpitations in the many, I took a deep breath before muttering the words as best I could "...May I help you". This man let out a surprisingly high pitched grunt. Confused, I asked what he meant. He then turned around, clenched both buns of the buttox with his hands and pulled as hard as I've ever seen, his arms throbbing violently from the tension. Letting out another high pitched grunt, I knew what he meant.
Staring into that anus was like staring into a void, a huge, slime-filled portal to another world. Having made the pledge of abstinence, I knew I could not help this man, but frightened for my life I had to do something. I spotted a large stick along the bank and quickly tip-toed off to grab it. From there, I held in a big breath and chucked it straight in. Pretending I was mixing chocolate at a factory, I swirled it in and out, up and down, all around. It felt like an eternity, but I felt the need to keep going until he called an end to this madness.
Eventually, after god knows how long, I heard a big rumble. A sizzling smell began to omit from the rectum, and before I knew it he took off as a turd powered rocket, leaving a chocolate trail of goodies behind him. And before I knew it, he was gone.
I still haven't recovered mentally to this day.