1. Kickstand


    Date: 12/3/2017, Categories: Humor, Author: Adagio, Source: LushStories

    I have never confessed to being gay or engaging in buggering. It's just understood. I was never a 'real' male, after the initial soundings in my urethra. They making me swoon down to my socks in my effeminate canter. Now four weeks after being castrated and having my scrotum cauterized. The vibes of the wands were making me smile as I started up the mobile. I was working as an apprentice to Adagio, hoping for a full time position as a 'sounder' for whatever band would have me. In the mean time, I got men's rocks off by playing sounds in their cocks. "Them thar bones" came to mind. Adagio had taken delivery on a modified old school bus. It was converted to a bookmobile with a calliope atop the roof, moonlighting as a sex emporium. One didn't need cash when in need of tuning to the words of "The White Cliffs of Dover." A stiff cock was preferred. Adagio had just recently patented a devise that would assist all 'sounders'. He called it, "The Pecker Pedal Stand." It resembled the kickstand on my old ten-speed Schwinn, now gathering dust in a pawn shop in Providence, Rhode Island. He was not wishing to come across as a door-to-door salesperson. This would be a good avenue to work out the kinks before marketing. Being as this was the third Thursday of the month, Adagio was doing community service. He played second glockenspiel with the Savannah Philharmonic orchestra. He and a cello player exchanged sounding wands. Adagio had a thing about bows stuck in his weasel. My next to ...
    last stop was Herly's, "You-A-Carry-Outa," Thai food fast restaurant. Herly, being born in Poughkeepsie, and one half Portuguese, wore a snap-on queue, and a waist-long pigtail with the end stuck in his back pocket. He didn't know Taiwanese from a Hula-hoop, but he got off on chopsticks, cabbage rolls and James Brown. Never being circumcised, his foreskin appeared as if a nun's wimple, with a crimp in his dick. I was mindful of Quasimodo, the hunchback of Notre Dame. It got hung-up on the grillwork of my multi-dollar dental braces. Then recoiling, I flung him into the Som Tum (something stink) of papaya, shrimp and fermented fish. It was the entrée of day. Once he recovered, I unbuttoned my blouse and flashed my man-boobs. He garnished them with kelp, seaweed and duck sauce kisses. Removing my skirt and panties, he wanted to make a wok of my asshole. Being allergic rice, I ask him to use broccoli. I sanitized some bamboo shoots with soy sauce. Wrapping his cock with a wiener bun, (low on cabbage rolls) I inserted the sticks in his urethra. You would have thought he had won on "The Price Is Right." I pushed the remote button on my cellphone, and the steam calliope started playing. A little monkey on a chain started collecting change in a tin cup, while scratching at his nuts for fleas. I netted forty-nine dollars, plus sold a PPS to Herly. Wa-lah! The kickstand came down, after I pushed the pedal, giving my hands a rest. Springing into action by propping up his penis, while the ...
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