Hobo Jungle

[2railjon]

My teeth are quite healthy, but I have this sudden urge to have them cleaned! I've had a few massages in the Phillpines with happy endings, why not at a dentists office.

[2railjon]

[Tramp]

The story continues:


“After I extracted your teeth, I kept staring at your crotch. I’m so embarrassed by this, but I suppose I need to tell you to release the awful guilt I’ve been carrying, that has been paralyzing me.” She glared. “True!”
“Did you do this before? With others?”
She was startled. “Of course not. My God, I’m not crazy. Do you think I’m that silly? I would lose everything! Why would . . .” She glanced out the window of the jet, almost silent, so stable, she insisting that it basically flew itself.
“I unbutton your jeans. It was as if I was in a dream, compelled in a way that I never been. And there it was, your flac-cid penis, way smaller than I had imagined, but very cute. I suppose that’s the wrong word. I held it for a moment, feeling unusually dizzy and a bit disappointed.
“And then it began to grow in my hand.” Now her eyes began to look crazy, no matter what she had just said. “And it began to grow and grow and grow. It was crazy! Like it read my mind! It maybe quadrupled in size. I never think such a thing can be possible, but there it is, so thick and smooth and so lovely, a huge tear of sap forming at the head and then very slowly, like a crazy snail, sliding down the shaft and onto my hand. I lick it, mesmerized by what seem impossible.” She wasn’t even with him, and he had no idea what to do. He was in a ****** jet, headed for Mexico for dinner (dinner?), with an insane woman whose father was probably a major drug lord. And there was no escape, was there?
“ . . . but your ejaculation is so unexpected. I was trying to get your underwear back on, over the thing, hard like a steel rod, and maybe the cloth sliding over the tip set it off, I ‘ave no idea, but sudden, it was like a volcano exploding or something like that. It was lucky, or I was lucky in some ways that it was contained by the material. No DNA.” She stopped and focused on him, completely there now. “I’m so sorry for what I did. Really! I know it was completely wrong. Will you please forgive me? Please? Can I make it up to you.”
He knew they were coming out. He’d known it somehow for weeks as something inexorable, an equation already written by nature and cut into soft stone. And he was trapped, so he gave in a watched the pink and blue cloth part.
He had expected something, anything but that he saw. This he had not even comprehended as possible, and he wondered if he had been drugged. There was something in their swing that could be referred to as banana-ish, but what he realized very quickly was that as grotesque as they might be, he would never change one molecule for the world. His eyes were locked to them in a kind of fatal love. Thus they presented themselves—the nipples like thimbles tense with red blood, the areoles like two full moons on a summer night, the paleness of the entire breast so blue it hurt him like a wasp sting.
Her mouth was open, but no words came.
Finally he said, “My God.”
She nodded and then, so unexpectantly, began to sob.

[2railjon]

[Rufus T. Firefly]

[2railjon]

I can't wait for Magic Weener to meet cartel daddy and get his head chain sawed off!!

[robert.]

After feeling the airplane come to a sudden stop. Alex awoke to a brick across the side of his head. He heard in a fuzzy reverberating voice. Dont you check out on me yet. I got one more tooth to pull and i need to know where is the uranium 235" As the ringing in his ears cleared Alex could tell it was Vladimir. He had been looking for Alex now for over a year. Alex looked up and spat blood at Vladimir and laughed. Vlad's reply was for Alex to look down. There was Natasha. She had managed to wrap a warm wet towel around Alex's Man hood. Attached to the towel that appeared to be a well stacked Latino oral surgeon was 4 ga. wire. Natasha had run several loops of wire around this wet cloth and hooked it up to a 440 volt generator. Either way Alex was in for a shocking night. His pain induced dream was much better then his cold hard reality of taking Vlado's money. Alex could never supply the uranium that Vladimir wanted and they all knew it.

[2railjon]

[Tramp]

She called him a few days later and they set up a time and a place. He didn’t tell Celia the truth—not sure why—but explained he would have to work late that night, which was not unusual. He designed heating and cooling systems for high-end restaurants around Los Angeles and with all the codes and unions and other issues, the job required very long hours. She had told him to meet her at the Camarillo Airport and they would set out from there. He would be able to find her by her car—a medium blue 356 Porsche.
The car was lovely, and for the first time he was embarrassed by his Ford pickup. Next to the Porsche was a small two engine jet. He didn’t know the airport could even handle jets, but there it was. They sat in the leather seats of the sports car, and she offered him a shot of rare mescal from a glass made entirely of ice. She declined. “I’ll be flying. The FAA rather frowns on drinking.”
“You’re a pilot too?”
“On occasion. I want your dinner to be memorable, so I figured where is the best Mexican food?”
As it turned out, it was her jet. A gift from her father. Like her office, it was Spartan yet still elegant. And she seemed to know exactly what she was doing throughout the take off. He was more stunned than anything else. He supposed at one time he had fantasized about something like this, but now it just seemed bizarrely alien. Would he tell Celia? He didn’t know.

“After I extracted your two wisdom teeth, I kept staring at your crotch. I’m so embarrassed by this, but I suppose I need to tell you to release this awful guilt I’ve been carrying, that has been paralyzing me in many ways.”
He was starting to guess what had happened to him.
“I am so sorry, Alex, but I knew you’d be asleep for at least another fifteen minutes, so I took a look.” She seemed to blush, but he wondered if it wasn’t arousal.
“Did you do this before? With others?”
She was startled. “Of course not. My God, I’m not crazy. Do you think I’m that silly? I would lose everything! Why would . . .” She glanced out the window of the jet, almost silent, so stable, she insisting that it basically flew itself at this altitude and who was he to doubt her.
“I unbutton your jeans. It was as if I was in a dream, compelled in a way that I never been. And there it was, your flac-cid penis, way smaller than I had imagined, but very cute. I suppose that’s the wrong word. I held it for a moment, feeling unusually dizzy and a bit disappointed to be honest. I realized the bulge was more from your testicales.”
“And then it began to grow in my hand.” Now her eyes began to look crazy, no matter what she had just said. “And it began to grow and grow and grow. It was crazy! Like it read my mind! It maybe quadrupled in size. I never think such a thing can be possible, but there it is, so thick and smooth and so beautiful, a huge tear of sap forming at the head and then very slowly, like a crazy snail, sliding down the shaft and onto my hand. I lick it, mesmerized by what seem impossible.” She wasn’t even with him, and he had no idea what to do. He was in a ****** jet, headed for Mexico for dinner (dinner?), with an insane woman whose father was probably a major drug lord. And there was no escape, was there? You can’t just jump out of a jet at ten-thousand feet.
“ . . . but your ejaculation is so unexpected. I was trying to get your underwear back on, over the thing, hard like a steel rod, no bend at all, and maybe the cloth sliding over the tip, back and forth, set it off, I ‘ave no idea, but sudden, it was like a volcano exploding or something like that—pumping, pumping, pumping. It was lucky, or I was lucky in some ways that it was contained by the material. No DNA.” She stopped and focused on him, completely there now. “I’m so sorry for what I did, Alex. Really! I know it was completely wrong. Will you please forgive me? Please? Can I make it up to you.”
He knew they were coming out. He’d known it somehow for weeks as something inexorable, an equation already written by nature and scratched into soft stone. And he was trapped, so he gave in and watched the pink and blue cloth part with the slip of each pearl button. And then the filigreed pale blue bra, and the breasts, released, didn’t seem to fall, but more spring forward.
He had expected something, he knew, anything but what was before him. This he had not even comprehended as possible, and he wondered if he had been drugged in the mescal by a hallucinogen. There was something in their swing that could be referred to as pendulous, but what he realized very quickly was that as grotesquely large as they might be, he would never change one molecule for the world. His eyes were locked to them in a kind of fatal love. Thus they presented themselves—the nipples like narrow thimbles tense with red blood, the pale areoles like two full moons on a summer night, the skin there lighter that what surrounded them, yet the paleness of the entire breast so blue it hurt him like a wasp sting. They stuck straight out as if drawn in a 3-D cartoon, but it was the concave sweep of their first angle that killed him and made him certain they couldn’t be fake, even as impossible as their lack of gravity seemed.
Her mouth was open, but no words came.
Finally he said, “My God.” What else could be said?
She nodded and then, so unexpectantly, began to sob.
“Why are you crying?” She seemed so controlled up until this. Almost machinelike in her emotionlessness.
It took her a moment. “I suppose because I’m such a slave to my bizarre body. Do you want to see the rest?” she blurted out as if her clothes were burning her now. “Oh, God, how can I even say awful things like that? I know you love your girlfriend. And I don’t have any clue if you like me or not.”
It was her sobbing that melted him. This sudden shift altered his reluctance, fear and defense. Still, he knew better than not to hold back completely. Never, never touch a woman until she can’t keep her hands off you. How few men understood this. If she even once said, “No, don’t,” you had lost everything forever.
Her huge dark eyes were locked to his face. “You can only think of one thing, can’t you? It’s been that way my whole life since I was fourteen—both for men and also for way too many women. Your bulge looks painful. Is it? I really don’t know that much about it. Most men have ejaculated before entering me. And even there, it has only been seconds.”
“Is that what you want?” he said. “I mean, me in you?”
She bite her lip and nodded. “You might not think I would be, but I think I’m pretty small down there, so you will have to be very careful. Men say that is why they cannot hold back. I don’t think anyone has lasted even a minute, which is not enough, of course, right?”
This knowledge, of course, was overpowering, and for a moment he feared he might join the failures of her past, just as much as he felt horrified that there apparently had been so many, this curbing his desire enough to maintain his cool. He wasn’t too pleased to think of putting his into an overly well-travelled path, but at least no one had succeeded far down that pathway. But he needed to know one thing:
“Why Me? You could probably have anyone, and my penis might be thicker than average, but it’s hardly huge, if that is important to you.” None of it added up as he saw it thus far. Was she setting him up? But for what? It wasn’t like he had money, power, or influence. I mean, he just designed cooling and heating systems for restaurants. So, dead end in that direction.
“Why me?” he said again when she hadn’t responded. The drone of the plane and a grumble of turbulence reminded him where they were.
“I dreamed you many many times. When you walked into my office I was terrified, startled, but also very excited. In my religion these kind of dreams like this are extremely important.”
“What religion?”
“You would not have heard of it. It is very ancient by six-thousand years and all but forgotten.”
“No name?”
“Yes, I guess no name is as good as any other name for it.” She tried to bring the tiny pink flowers of her blouse across her chest now, but it was a useless effort. “May I now ask you a couple important questions since you ask me?”
He nodded.
“Do you sometimes ejaculate a golden fluid without sperm, without actually coming, so you do not lose erection? Does this fluid turn into a white foaming cream when you touch and rub it?”
“Almost like liquid soap.”
She beamed. “So you know.”
“If I masturbate for a long time, it’ll do that.”
“How long is long for you? I ask as a doctor now, okay? This is very interesting medically.”
“Usually it takes about an hour. I can’t masturbate much beyond four hours. Sometimes I’ve shot the soap, or ‘soaped’ as I call it, three times in a row, and it can shoot quite high in the air as well, much more so that sperm. It is a divine sensation, better than standard ejaculation, without sadness or loss of horniness. It actually increases horniness tenfold.” He was enjoying himself greatly, and felt at ease, as if she truly were his doctor, and she had just deciphered what had been plaguing and worrying him for years.
“My God. This is actually true?”
He nodded, wondering how she could know this about him. He started to wonder if she was mortal. He had done many hours of online research, had asked his regular doctor, all to no avail to understand why he was unique in this way.
“Will you show me?” she said, her lips parting, the size of her mouth no longer bothering him at all, her slightly crooked teeth not usual for a dentist.
“Maybe. If you show me yourself first.” He thought, my God I’m playing show me yours with a real doctor. He was curious to see how “small” she truly was down there. It seemed unlikely with the size of her breasts, but how would he know what was normal. Many times small men had the largest penises if seventies pornography was any indication.
And when she showed him, her clitoris was unusually huge from his experience, online pornography included, as large as her nipples, and even thicker, two flowerlike hairless lips protecting it as best as they could. Like her blouse, it was to no avail.
He still hadn’t touched her, but she was moaning in a strange way and a white tear of juice dripped from her onto the steel gray carpeted floor of the airplane. And her smell, earthy and pungent was everywhere. She didn’t move, or even squirm, just sat on the edge of the French blue padded seat, which she had swiveled to face him. “Our sexuality is the one thing we can’t change about ourselves, can we? We have only two invariable choices—acceptance or denial.” She watched him. “Can you show me? Or did you come already?” She sounded concerned.
He looked down at himself and saw a huge damp stain. He was so horny he was dizzy, almost sick to his stomach, he realized in a self-aware instant like a slap with a cold and wet washcloth. With a mind of their own, his hands released his belt, and he unbuttoned his jeans, his white underwear so soaked it appeared gray.
“My God!” she said. “I could come just looking at that?”
“Will you?”
“Will you un-cloth it?” The odd term delighted him. He was suddenly having one of the finest moments of his life. I can tell Celia I was hijacked by an Aztec spirit deity. She will laugh and assume I’ve made it all up to make myself more interesting, which is its own way of hiding truth and guilt. Strangely, Celia already seemed part of a past he was cruising, at great speed, away from.
“Will you touch just the tip of your tongue to my clitoris.” She pronounced all the medical terms with such simplicity and without awkwardness as only a doctor could, her Mexican accent seeming to increase and decrease depending on her excitement. He suddenly wondered if he was falling in love. Her sexual smell was enchanting him, as well as driving him to the outskirts of the possibilities of overwhelming desire, he teetering on an edge to a void he would never experience again. He didn’t know this, but he certainly sensed it. If were any more excited he would pass out.
On his knees he did as she asked, merely resting his tip on hers, his first touch, and within a moment she began to shake and moan deeply inside her torso, a sound that was purely animal and all the more entrancing for that. “Oh, my, God, it’s excruciating,” she said. “It’s so glorious, it is beyond painful, into a sytsem of pleasure impossible. Can you **** me now?” She blurted this last question.
The tips of his index fingers of each hand began to trace over her skin and she began to tremble uncontrollably. He avoided only her nipples “Stop!” she was almost screaming it. “Stop. Oh, God, I have . . . Oh, no, no, no.”
Naked, bathed in sweat, she seemed to have passed out. Her instead of him. Her glistening bronze body lay on the gray carpet, on her side, and she wasn’t moving. What if something went wrong with the plane? Truthfully, he didn’t care in the least. Her ***, unlike her slim hips, was very round and jutted out like her tits, just not as far. He examined her as she must have examined him on the operating table. After all, he wasn’t a doctor, if something needed attention, what could he do but pray? Besides, she was breathing gently and evenly. He noticed something dark where her ******* should have been. At first he thought maybe she had half-shat herself when she came, but on closer view he realized it was a button of some kind, intricately carved with filigreed patterns incised with gold in black wood—onyx?
“You can remove it, if you like,” she said calmly. “I inserted it for you, although perhaps it is not within your sexual interest, such things. I have one with a horse tail as well, real horse hair from my horse Diablo.”
“Diablo?”
“He was a real devil as a colt.”
And then the plane began to bleat. She moved naked quickly towards the cockpit and began to fiddle with a few controls. “Nothing to worry about,” she called over her shoulder. “Just routine. We will be landing fairly soon.”
He glanced down at his erection still clothed in wet briefs, his jeans still around his ankles. Once he had an erection, they tended to stay. When he was younger he many times came and maintained his hardness, once even ejaculating three times before it went soft. He had forgotten, being with Celia, how much he adored sex. When he thought of it now, he realized it was one of the few things that really came through for him, made wading through the rest of the drudgery of life worth the effort. He kicked off his jeans and walked up the short aisle. “Can I sit beside you?”
“Of course. Just don’t touch anything except me.” She beamed again and he felt the smile glide right into him. “Would you rather fly around a bit more or are you hungry?”
He shrugged, not wanting to commit to anything.
“Will you masturbate for me? Soap for me? We better head away from here though. We can’t be sure when your geyser might explode, and I’m not sure this jet is rated for sperm drowning.” She thought this was pretty funny, and he was delighted to hear her laugh—first time. She seemed to be changing every few minutes.
“Can I tell you something, Alex?”
He nodded.
“That was the first time I ever come around another human being.”
The term human being seemed odd to him, but he really couldn’t focus on much but his penis. They were back in their respective chairs again, he noticing that her butt plug was still inserted. She reached forward a gently squeezed the head of his penis through the damp briefs. “May I?” she lifted them off and the feeling of freedom of engagement was enormous.
“My goodness, it look even more beautiful than I remembered. Just look at that thing!” she said with awe. She gripped it with both hands, her hands fitting perfectly from the bottom of the shaft until just under the lip of the dark red head. “See? All ten fingers! We were designed for each other, weren’t we? My hands are exactly right width, or your length is exactly right. Doesn’t matter which was made for which, does it now? God, it’s so perfectly ****** thick,” and suddenly she squeezed him violently. His head jerked back, slapping against the seat back, and he yelped. “Sorry! My goodness. Sorry! I couldn’t help it. I’ve waited so long. God how I want that thing deep inside me.”
The sting of her squeeze began to recede, and he almost asked her to do it again.
“Tip to tip?” She giggled and began to toy with the dripping head with her tongue tip, so cute and pink. “This is a Monarch butterfly. Can you tell?”
“Not a moth?”
More laughter.
“So, what does your father do anyway? Did he really buy you this jet?”
That stopped her for an instant, and he wondered what had possessed him to ask such a stupid question at such a bizarre time. The pleasure in his penis was driving him a bit insane. And her, those breasts, those eyes, that mouth, all directed at him.
“Alex, I must confess something.” She stared even deeper into his eyes, her hands beginning to milk his **** just by altering the tension of her double grip, creating a wave effect unlike anything he had ever felt. It was heavenly, and he passed to the place of being unable to control his penis. He knew now that he could come when he wanted and not before, although with her, who knew.
“Alex . . . I stole the jet. I wanted to impress you. That’s why those buzzers when off. It’s the anti-theft system. Without entering the correct code, every hour . . . I’m afraid they are probably already after us, in our airspace. Probably half the United States Air force by now. Maybe the Mexican Air force as well.”
“Shit. You stole a jet?”
“Sorry. I so wanted to impress you. I stole the Porsche as well, from a garage in Ventura. They are very simple to hotwire. I really like that car. I’d never driven a 356 before today but always wanted to since seeing Paul Newman in Harper. Jimmy Dean had one also. And Edward Murphy in 48 Hours. Wonderful car as well as beautiful, I’m pleased to report.”
“You stole a Porsche?” He was in such throws of pleasure from her increased milking that he couldn’t really concentrate on theft issues.
“Should we crash land in a field, or do you want to fight it out? I’m pretty good in a dog fight as long as they don’t fire tactical guided missiles. Those aren’t so easy to fly around, but at least we won’t feel a thing when they kill us. Maybe we can come together just when we explode. Okay? A double explosion! I love that idea, don’t you? Better than a crash landing because we might survive that all in little painful pieces.”
Plum crazy, he thought. I knew it. That ****** gorgeous body and completely crazy. He was now in a stolen jet; with fighter planes from two different countries bearing down him ready to release heat-seeking missles, and he was certainly warm enough; somewhere over Mexico, he supposed, yet hardly knew; with an totally insane woman with a rare Aztec artifact stuffed up her *******, probably stolen as well.
“Do we have two parachutes?” he said. Probably only one, of course. “I say we jump, and **** madly on the way down. We can explode together as we hit the ground.”
She was hysterical. When she calmed down, she gave his penis a fairly painful bite and said: “Alex, my father is a very successful businessman, and yes, he give me this used jet, which was first his, so when he upgraded to a Gulfstream Five, I got this old one. Now, can I slide onto you? Please?”
“Damn. You mean we’re not going to die?”
“Oh.” A giggle. “We are going to die alright! All you have to do is wait.”

[2railjon]

[2railjon]

Soldier makes this boys day!
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[healey36]

Pretty awesome...

[rogruth]

COOL.

[Tramp]

Put a tear in my eye.

[Tramp]

Why is Tramp very (VERY) excited about this?

What is it?

What is missing?

Cheers, lads!