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I thought I would put this up... its incomplete so whether it gets decent responses will determine if I actually finish it... The main character still has no name... also I thought I had written more than this but apparently I had just written some notes at the bottom on what I planned to do later on so here is more of One Crazy Trip. I know it ends rather abruptly but eh whatever I'll update this journal if I decide to continue... AHHHH… that feels so good do it again and again, said a device above my head, which while it did this a d***o repeatedly hit me in the head, waking me up. It was an alarm clock I had bought a couple months back because I had found it funny. It had three voice settings sexy woman, hot and heavy man and Jon Lovitz. I usually had it on woman setting but Jon was sometimes funny to wake up to as well. Little did I know however that it would be moved from alarm clocks to the infamous Homosexual section under the title “Timed sex device” with the slogan “Time you climax to perfection with the timed d***o !!” and in smaller print “Jon Lovitz included for that man who loves a good funny man” and Jon Lovitz winking next to it. The only thing that mattered to me though was that I got up immeadiately after it went on, mostly because it bashed me on the head or practically choked me every time. I sat up on my bed and began to think about the dream I had had that night speculating on how I could have had such a vivid one. I then looked on my TV for which I had Tivo. The programs that were recorded during my sleep contained the answer. The first thing that was recorded was, “Nurses and School Girls at play”, the second one was, “The Mistress that killed”, the third was “Dragon Ball X- A live action”, and the fourth was “The battle of Afroman and Lars Gerextion”. I was curious as to what Dragonball X was so I looked at it and found in the first few seconds Goku having sex with Bulma using his power pole while he penetrated from behind and Piccolo was there not participating but using his Special Beam cannon to stimulate Goku so he would last as long as a super saiyan 5, which coincidentally since he was Japanese and his p***s was small was 30 seconds. I fast forwarded through more of it to find many more sex scenes with small p***s’ there were four male on male sex scenes three of them involving Trunks as a little boy. There was one with Goten, another with Gohan, and a third with strangely his future self and a sword let’s just say it didn’t end well. The fourth one was Gohan and Goten having “family time” To counter this there were four girl/girl scenes two of which were incestuous and at the same time ***** and one involving an android and Bulma “fixing” her and one between wives. I had decided when saw the first scene that I didn’t really like it that much but I was just very curious and Tivo automatically tapes anything X rated when it comes on. I checked to see what was on TV right now and found that nothing of interest was coming on any of my favorite channels, which meant no good pornos or cartoons came on for the majority of the day. I sighed and decided it was time for me to get up and take a shower. I walked to bathroom and turned on the shower. I got out of my pajamas, which consisted of a random t-shirt and pajama pants, today’s being a T-shirt with a man slicing 7 people in two and below the word “Berserk” labeled the T-shirt and the pants were normal, primarily white with red stripes. I stepped into the steaming shower and let the water trickle down my body. While I began to wash myself, I thought of what I should do this whole day. It was routine and I usually did this when showering. I had no job at the present time and was not really looking for one either. **** My parents used to be wealthy business people and while they cheated on each other like crazy with their own clients most of the time they had stayed together to raise me. Most people said that this kind of lifestyle was what made me warped. When they died I ended up inheriting all of their money and properties while their current “sex-friend” got absolutely nothing. When I learned of this I sort of felt sorry for them and told them I’d give them half if they would fight. They fought hard and in the end the female of the group, my mother’s “sex-friend” ended up having sex with my father’s sex-friend. It was kinda disgusting so I ended up looking away while the lawyer present, being an old man, looked on with eagerness in his eyes. When the new couple was in the middle, the lawyer ended up doing an unlawful thing by unzipping his pants and taking my mother’s ex in the a** while the man took her in the front. It felt awkward to me to stand there but this scene was going on in front of the door so I was barricaded by a threesome of middle-aged people. Soon enough they began the screaming of names, I had no desire to know who my parents had had sex with but now I knew. After minutes went by I began to get irritated, so I decided to call my family’s chauffeur and told him to come do a “job” for me. Five seconds after ending the call, an old wrinkly man wearing a green hat and a green suit came bursting into the room with an AK-47 in his hands. He came up to the threesome and pointed it at the woman first, when all was said and done the woman had two holes in her head above each ear, and some brain tissue was now on the floor. In the sexual frenzy however the two males hardly seemed to notice and continued to pound themselves into any hole in this woman. Next the old man took aim once again, it was at the other sex-friend and his aim was much, much lower. A sharp cry rang through the whole building and one man instantly became sexless. The p***s itself flew and hit a wall, leaving a blood trail as it came down. The old man let the man cry while he went up to the lawyer grabbed him by the neck mid-thrust and threw him against the wall. He then took out a butcher knife from his pocket and walked up to the lawyer never once making a sound. Before the lawyer could react the old man had cut of his genitals and sliced his head open to the mouth. While this had happened the man whose best friend was just shot off ended up shooting himself in the mouth declaring he had no reason to live. I looked at the scene before me; the tile was stained with blood, brain, and private parts. “Good job Jeeves,” I said. “My name is not Jeeves sir it is O’Shannon” Said the old man in an Irish accent. “Whatever Jeeves, just see that this gets cleaned up” I replied a smile on my face. “Yes sir,” He said. “Oh and Jeeves, I relieve you of your services as of today” **** All of that happened two weeks ago and so I ended up set for life and thus I was always trying to think of things to do on a day by day basis. When I got out of the shower I went to the mirror to clean my face up. My routine was to first brush my teeth, which thanks to this gave them a white sheen. I would then shave myself wherever shaving needed to be done, usually the face but sometimes other areas as well. I’d apply special soaps to my face so that it would not appear oily or clammy throughout the day. The third thing I’d do was apply some medicinal drops I would buy for my eyes since my eyes tended to dry up if out in the sun. An added bonus was that it made my blue-grey eyes sparkle the whole day. Not that I cared much for appearance, but everyday I would go to great lengths to prepare for the day. Originally it was because I was forced to by my parents but eventually it became routine and I didn’t mind doing it. When I discovered women I found that doing all those extra things in the morning helped, along with my already given good looks, gave me an advantage over many other men in raking them in. My features, from my sparkling eyes to my wild looking bleach hair to my skinny body, had all the women coming to me. Although they came to me they soon left because when they found out how I actually acted the deemed me a pervert or “immature”. I tried to act like an upstanding young gentleman but in the end my p***s spoke louder than my brain and I’d say something that would mess everything up and end up alone. I didn’t really have many friends because most of the men were angry at me for being to damn sexy. It didn’t really bother me at time, I had much better things to do than to talk to other guys although now that I was out of high school I kind of regretted. Anyways, thanks to that I now still remained a virgin at the age of 19. After I was done making sure everything was right I got dressed. Today I decided to wear a black t-shirt with the words Zombie Nation in white with a picture above it of five zombies going at a human’s brains and a pair of jeans. I had decided I would go out and settle some stuff at the bank that hadn’t been settled since my parent’s deaths. So with a plan ready I went to the table and grabbed my wallet and was out the door. I decided I would walk to the bank since it was only a few blocks away and I lived in a neighborhood where the girls were good on the eyes and if men walked down the street an extension would usually protrude from their pants. The same usually went for me as well but the women in my neighborhood already knew me well enough to just accept it and move on with their lives while I ogled at them. Being as good looking as I was let them forget how perverse I was but they still wouldn’t let me touch them or anything it was truly sad. I began my journey out of my front lawn which consisted of three separate gardens, a maze for visitors both of which were dead due to lack of care, three fountains equidistant from each other and all showing the splendor of the human body. Let’s just say one was a giant p***s pointing upward with water yeah water coming out of the tip, another was craftily made to look like a v****a which spread the water more in a slow way and the third one was the oddest and most realistic of the three. It was a man and woman facing each other while the man’s hand pumped and the woman’s fingered and the two flows met in the center to create a waterfall. All of this was constructed by my late parents so I guess that was where I got some of my persona from. I had finally got out of my property and began to walk down the sidewalk. It wasn’t a long walk and I got to the bank’s parking lot in a little under 20 minutes with nothing happening. Then as I was heading for the door, a limo that was sparkling bluish purple pulled in front of me. The people that came out of it seemed like normal people from what I would’ve imagined coming from such an “eccentric” limo. The first one was of average height with strawberry blonde curly locks of hair that wore a black suit with black tie and looked to be carrying a cane although he seemed to hardly be using it for walking. The second person to come out of the car wore the same attire but was slightly shorter wore sunglasses, carried a briefcase instead of a cane and looked more “superior” to me for some strange reason. I got the impression that these guys may be in some sort of gang or killing association because of the way they dressed and the mysterious suitcase. Before I could take note of any distinguishing features, they went inside the bank. They had almost run into me with their limo so I decided I would chat with them inside and see what their rush was. When I entered the bank I had no idea that I would meet some of the strangest people I had ever met. The bank itself was just one huge room with a vault and one smaller room for the manager. I saw the two enter the room with the manager to talk with him. I looked around the bank and saw a bunch of weirdoes. I noticed one of them was heading toward me bringing along someone else who was holding a thin object around the size of a human. The first one had a creamy chocolate complexion, black hair, and wore a t-shirt with a monkey bending over and the caption below read, Spank that Monkey, and jeans. The second one in comparison was pale, had brown hair and was wearing a t-short with a very paranoid looking character hunching over and all that it said below it was “L”. The first one in question came up to me and shouted “Hey sexy! What you doin’ in this bank?” As I looked at her more closely I noticed that her eyes were half-lidded and she looked as if she had taken some drug something equivalent to speed mixed with cocaine. “Err I’m here to deposit some money” I responded coolly. “Wow, that’s amazing! I wish I had enough money to come to this bank, if I did that would mean I could get bigger melons!” she screamed excitedly. I was stunned that a stranger would just blurt that out but she DID seem lacking in the melon department. Of course I only looked briefly to see what she was talking about. I looked to her friend who was holding the piece of cardboard, “She a friend of yours?” I asked. At the time she was talking to what I thought was thin air and then she recognized I was talking to her and turned toward me to respond, “Yeah we’re friends, why else would I allow myself to be dragged by her and not really fight back?” she replied and then automatically started talking to thin air once again. “Is your friend perhaps drugged because she looks like someone who swallowed a whole drug cabinet,” I asked She turned to me in irritation and yelled, “Can’t you see I am having a conversation here!?” She then took a deep breath and said calmly, “No, this is what she looks and acts like after having caffeine, speaking of which…” after saying this she wandered off for god knows what. “I see, if I may say so you look pretty weird for someone who has had only caffeine,” “Shut up,” She said, “at least I have got it goin on, something you apparently don’t have!” she said running her hands down her body. I pointed to a random fat person and said, “Yeah well, that guy over there has bigger boobs than you do!” Suddenly the air around me got dark and depressing and the person who seemed energetic now looked to be in a sad state, “You know what, ******** you!” she said to me “Look I am sorry for stating the facts don’t get angry and depressed, your boobs are big enough in today’s world” I said trying to make the air more cheerful. “Yeah I guess so… most men like a** anyways or you know nostrils depending on which way they swing…” She screamed happily. At this time her friend reappeared with a Monster drink in her hands. “Why did you leave so quickly?” I asked her curiously. “Umm…” she began. “She’s sort of been hypnotized you see, without the actual hypnosis.” Said her friend. “What the hell do you mean?” I asked. “You see if anyone says caffeine and she hasn’t had one in at least 2 hours then she will leave and immediately go and steal someone else’s Monster drink and begin to drink from it.”
Daimonian · Sat Sep 01, 2007 @ 09:48pm · 3 Comments |
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