pop goes the weasel

for him, the sexual side-effects
of viewing carnage were
undeniable, and he always REALLY enjoyed
sexual activities after a good
horror movie -- a horror movie that
had included lots of
blood and gore. he was tall, skinny,
had a nice face, a big smooth dick,
and a sexual appetite that was
definitely whetted by the
viewing of a nice dollop of
wet messy horror-movie carnage.
in fact, he'd experienced some of the best
orgasms of his life right after
viewing a blood-soaked carnage fest.
in fact, he'd experienced some of
these orgasms WHILE viewing
a blood-soaked carnage fest.
there was this one time, sitting
in the front seat of his
car with his girlfriend
at a drive-in movie, that
during the most intensely
bloody portion of the movie,
he had guided his girlfriend's
hand onto his massive throbbing
hardon, and the handjob she
gave him resulted in, well,
he still remembered the explosiveness
of the event. lucky he had
a spare shirt in the back seat; the
one he was wearing was soaked
with his own cum. oh that smell.
that car seat. her hand
on his massive throbbing
cock during that one decapitation
scene... sometimes he wondered
if there was something wrong
with him. ah well. what the fuck. 

--Carl Miller Daniels