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@(C) 1997 Frederick T. - Free electronic distribution is enthusiastically
hoped for. If for profit, please make a contribution to the National
Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL).
Disclaimer: The following material is intended for adults only, that is
people over the age of consent in whatever country they happen to live. This
material consists of the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual
experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. In other words: none of the
characters contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath;
nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of the characters have any
sexual inhibitions or hangups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone
always has an orgasm and all the people live happily ever after. Now, if you
already live this type of life, I kind of wonder what you're doing wasting
your time browsing through a.s.s. ? I doubt you're going to find much new
among the contributions. But on the other hand, if you're still searching for
this perfect world; you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere
else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other
as such. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters
in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely
coincidental. And finally, if you would be offended by the fictional sexual
experiences and fantasies of fictional people then you are free to seek other
entertainment. As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
The Travels of Willy Tamarack
The Big "C"
by Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
*** PROLOGUE ***
Who is Willy Tamarack and what is he doing so far from home ?? The last
time we saw Willy......Well, he was on the run again.....
The bus ride to Atlanta seemed to take forever. I kept reading and
rereading the lab results, hoping that some of the fine print would let me off
the hook. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Shit ! I hardly knew what a
prostate was. How could I have prostate cancer ? Oh ! Fuck ! What was I
going to do now ? The best thought I had was to head for my parents in
California and get this cancer thing taken care of. Shit ! I don't need my
parents to take care of this. Fuck ! I'm a grown man and until the accident;
I had a family and a job and a house and well.....everything. Even after the
accident I was doing pretty well; lots of women, plenty of dope, livin' in a
nice place, went surfin' every once and a while. Now I don't have shit,
except for a retirement check from Uncle Sam. I'm on the run from who knows
what and.....Cancer. Fuck and double fuck !
Fighter pilots are a strange breed. Fatalistic to some extent - if they
can't control it - it's either not worth controlling or can't be controlled.
If it can't be controlled - no sense in worrying about it. Cancer fell into
this last category. I mean, what the fuck are you going to do about it ?
I figured that the "weirdos" in Florida wouldn't come this far North just
to fuck with me - right ? I checked into a motel and the next morning called
my bank in Texas. In the three months I'd been "on the road," my bank account
had not taken much of a pounding. In fact, it was rather robust as I hadn't
been using it much at all. I checked my cash and found that I still had about
$800. Traveling by bus is not cheap. Next I called the first doctor I found
in the phone book. I explained my problem to the lady on the phone and she
told me to call a urologist. I phoned the first urologist I found and then
found I couldn't get an appointment for a week - urology must be a popular
science.
Well, I couldn't stay in a motel room for a week, probably two or three,
the way doctors parceled out information. So I went out and found myself an
apartment - a cheap one, near the airport. The local airport was just about
entirely controlled by Delta Airlines. I had sent an application to Delta -
when ? Five.....six years ago. They refused me an interview because I no
longer had 20/20 eyesight. They'd probably grant me an interview today with
cancer - everyone was trying to be so politically correct - so many women, so
many African Americans, so many Hispanics and the Americans with disabilities
act. I figured I would probably qualify for a lot of employment, now that I
had cancer.
What the fuck was I thinking ? I just had a high PSA. Nobody said I had
cancer. Yea, right, Willy !!?? Staying in the apartment was boring. I spent
my time running and working out. I found the nearest library and began
reading books on the disease. This prostate cancer is a popular disease,
judging by the number of books in the library on the subject. The books and
articles didn't paint a favorable picture. But I plowed through the stuff
anyway. Kind of like studying the enemy when I was a fighter pilot - the more
you knew about the enemy the better able you were, to beat the shit out of
him. When I finished the part about treatments I stopped reading. All of
them had the same collateral damage - specifically; incontinence and
impotence. Jesus, having to wear diapers and use a mechanical device to get a
hardon. This had to be one of the worst diseases to have, as far as I was
concerned.
I'd spend just about every evening by my small window, smoking a joint and
thinking of better times. I didn't feel sick. In fact I felt great. I
decided not to look for a job. I wasn't going to be here that long - I hoped.
I wanted to get this cancer thing under control or at least get a grip on the
situation and then head back west.
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
My neighbors in the next apartment were stewardesses, I mean, flight
attendants. A young lady and a young man. The young lady left early this
morning. She was a knock out - tall, blond, nice rack with legs that ended in
her armpits. I hardly noticed the young guy. I was coming back from my
morning run and saw them greet each other in the hall. Both were dressed in
their uniforms, a dead give away.
I met the young man at the mailboxes that afternoon and introduced myself.
The guy's name was Tom. He was strikingly good looking with blond hair and
blue eyes. The young guy was working for Delta and so was his girl friend.
They rented this place near the airport because it was cheap and close to
work. The guy laughed and told me that it was also a place that a lot of, he
used the word, "stews" had to spend the night before going home because of
their schedules. He said that a couple of them were coming by this evening
and I was free to come by and say "Hello" if I wanted.
I told him that he might do that but in reality had no intention of
dropping by. The only reason I was at the mailboxes was that I had called
Mrs. Abernathy and asked her to send another packet of mail to this address.
Unfortunately, I received no mail today. It was early evening when I heard
the voices in the hall and went out to investigate. Two real hammers were
talking with Tom. Jesus ! They were as good looking as his roommate. I
wandered past them on the way to the mail boxes - to check the mail again.
Yea, right Willy !
That night after I smoked my "good night" joint by the small window, I
heard the sounds of sex coming from what I figured to be the bedroom next
door. Tom must be fucking the shit out of one of those flight attendants. I
could hear the bed slamming into the wall that separated the rooms and every
once and a while could hear the squeals of the young thing. Tom must be a
stud. The sounds of sex gave me a raging hardon and I soon had to relieve the
pressure. I wished he had someone to relieve the pressure with but those days
were long gone. The time dragged by; the more I read about prostate cancer
the worse it sounded. I stopped reading about it and returned the books and
magazines to the library.
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
The librarian was a woman about my age and commented about the number of
books I'd checked out concerning prostate cancer. She talked me into doing a
search on the internet with "prostate cancer" as the subject. I wasn't too
hot on the idea but the librarian was insistent, saying that the info on the
internet would be much more current; that every day new discoveries were being
made about cancer. What did I have to lose ? In under five minutes I was
hooked and the librarian left me alone. Before I knew it, it was closing time
and I was being "dragged, almost" out of the library. I was there the next
morning when the doors opened.
"Well, I see you're back for more." The woman remarked as I sat down at
one of the library computers.
"Yea, I can't thank you enough." She wasn't too bad looking, I thought
but earlier I had noticed a ring on her finger. She was married. That
usually didn't phase me but now I was on a mission and didn't have time for
"fooling" around. "Do you think the library would mind if I subscribed to the
Prostate Problems Mailing List ?" I asked her. She just smiled and told me
it was quite all right. Within minutes I was lost in cyberspace. While the
information I gleaned from the web was more current, it certainly didn't paint
any better picture of the disease than I already had.
But the Prostate Problems Mailing List was amazing - just utterly amazing.
Here were over a thousand men just like me, who had the disease. They openly
discussed the problems associated with prostate cancer and answered each
other's questions or gave people directions on how to get answers. There were
even several doctors who contributed their knowledge. I couldn't get enough
and studied every letter posted to the list. When the day came for my
appointment, I felt real confident that I could ask the right questions and
get the right answers about my condition. I was stoked and felt better than I
had in several weeks.
The doctor was all business and had me take another blood test and then
the very stimulating digital rectal examination. The DRE as the doctor called
it. Unfortunately this DRE didn't feel half as good as some I'd had in the
past. Of course during those I was usually in the process of getting my rocks
off. The doctor explained to me that my prostate felt a little firm and that
I should under go an ultrasound guided biopsy of the prostate. I had already
figured that and was eager to get on with the procedure. I was real
disappointed when I found it couldn't be scheduled for another week. Knowing
that prostate cancer was slow growing; I figured that maybe, if I had it, I'd
postpone treatment until after I fucked around for a while - you know; travel
around a bit - visit some ladies - smoke some dope - do some surfin'.....the
possibilities were endless. But in the back of my mind I knew I'd just be
postponing the inevitable. Maybe it'd be best if I got it taken care of right
away ? I paid for the visit with cash and asked how much this next procedure
would cost. I almost passed out when the nurse gave me the figure. Fuck !
Getting sick in America is an expensive fucking experience.
I ran into Tom at the mail boxes a couple of days later and we bullshitted
for a bit before going back to our apartments. Tom complimented me on the
incense I'd been burning next door. He had a smirk on his face at the time
and I figured that the guy knew I was getting ripped every night. He went on
to say that I should have come over the other night as he had his hands full
taking care of the two of them. I laughed and silently kicked myself for not
taking Tom up on the offer. Tom inquired as to what I did for a living and I
told him I was a retired fighter pilot. Tom told me his roommate would get a
real kick out of that as she was crazy for pilots. He went on to say that she
was due back from her trip tomorrow and asked me not to wear her out too much.
He laughed as he headed to his apartment. I thought to himself, "Yea ! I bet
she won't be crazy enough to fuck an almost fifty year old fighter pilot." I
figured that she probably wouldn't give me the time of day.
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
I was coming home from the library the next evening. I had gotten in the
habit of dropping by the local liquor store on the way home and picking up a
pint of tequila every other day or so. I would also walk through the park and
get really ripped. Ah ! The life of a stoner - a stoner with cancer - that
is. Anyway, after arriving home and mixing a margarita, I was contemplating
what tempting TV dinner I would pop in the oven when the door bell rang.
Standing in the hall way was Tom's roommate. She was dressed in just a robe,
with an empty mason jar in her hand.
"Alms for the poor." She said. I started laughing. She laughed with me.
God ! She was beautiful. Short blond hair framed her face with the bluest
eyes I'd ever seen. I asked her what she needed and she told me a drink. I
invited her in and poured her a margarita. She introduced herself as Jill and
said that Tom told her I was a retired fighter pilot. Being a bit stoned,
ok...really ripped, I had a hard time believing that this beautiful woman was
sitting in this rundown apartment front room sharing a drink with me just
because I was a retired fighter pilot.
"Tom said you burn some real neat incense over here. Got any more ?"
Jill asked.
I nodded and then smiled. "Well, it's not really incense...."
"Oh ! I know. It's been a long time since I've been stoned. I just
thought it would be neat. I don't have another trip until next month....I
mean if you don't have a lot...that's cool."
I was already up and walking toward the bedroom. I damn near had a hardon
and tremendously nasty thoughts were percolating through my brain about what
I'd like to do with this young lady. As I was fishing around in my drawer for
a joint, I heard her enter the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and I
torched up the joint as I went to join her. The joint went back and forth.
Every time she leaned over to hand me the joint, her robe fell open a bit and
I got some great peeks at her tits - pure white with a dark tan on top. Soon
we were giggling together. I was sure we were giggling about me looking at
her tits but neither of us said a word.
When the joint was a small roach, Jill shook her head as I presented it to
her. I took another drag, leaned over and placed my lips on hers. When she
opened her mouth, I filled her mouth with smoke. She filled mine with her
tongue. Before I knew it I was on my back and Jill was on top of me. She was
a tall girl, maybe just a couple of inches shorter than I was. I could feel
her legs along side mine as we frenched with each other. My arms came around
her and quickly found that she was naked beneath the robe. My semi was
uncomfortable in my jeans, trying to grow up into her crotch. Her hips
started to grind against me and I opened my eyes. Jill's eyes were already
open just staring back at me.
She came up on her arms as I pulled the robe off of her shoulders. Her
breasts were beautiful, not large but perfectly shaped - a little over a
handful, shaped almost like pears with small areola, about the size of a
quarter. The nipples were rather large for the size of her areola, bigger
than pencil erasures and very erect. They were almost a pink color. I didn't
hesitate, raised my head and sucked one into my mouth.
Jill threw her head back and croaked out, "Oh ! Yes. Suck on my tits."
I didn't need any encouragement and continued to move my mouth from tit to tit
and nipple to nipple. Her grinding against my groin became more insistent and
my erection became harder. I started bucking up against her and she quickly
moved to her knees, straddling my hips. Jill smiled down at me as she
shrugged off the robe and let it fall, to gather around her waist. She
scooted back a bit and began to open my jeans. I lifted my hips as she
struggled to pull my jeans and shorts down over my hips. My boner sprang out
of my shorts and bounced off my stomach.
I am by no means hung and measure just a little over five inches from base
to tip, measured along the top. If she was disappointed she didn't show it
and began to stroke my cock in her hand. My hands came up and cupped her
perfect breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples with my fingers. Without
warning, she opened the sash at her waist, pushed the robe away from her hips,
raised up and thrust my cock into her cunt. I threw my head back and screamed
out it felt so good. I'd eaten women for hours who weren't as wet as Jill
was. She was like a liquid inferno - gooey wet and so warm. Her hips started
to move on me and she leaned forward, putting her hands on my shoulders.
"Suck my tits, fighter pilot, and fuck my brains out." I complied with
both requests; reaching down and taking a hold of her ass in my hands, I began
to thrust in and out of her wet cunt. She wasn't that tight but I was beyond
caring. It had been a long time since I'd been laid and I was giving her the
best I could because I knew that all too soon I'd blow a load into her liquid
warmth.
Jill was panting above me with her eyes closed and then she was there,
bucking up and down on my pole as I pumped it in and out of her. She screamed
several times and then I was pumping a load of cum into her womb. I could
feel my seamen escape from her vagina and soak my pubic hair. I kept pumping
and didn't stop until she was lying on top of me sucking on my shoulder and
neck. My dick slipped out of her cunt, no longer hard enough to slide back
in.
"Thanks, Willy," was all she said. "The first time is always the best."
"I don't agree." I whispered. I slowly rolled her off of me and wrestled
my jeans and shoes off. I began with her mouth, tracing her lips with my
tongue. It took me a little over ten minutes to reach her cunt but what a
trip it was. I could taste salt on her neck and shoulders and tasted her
deodorant under her arms. Her nipples were flaccid when I reached them but
when I left they were hard little knobs of sensitive flesh. She started to
move her hips about on the bed when I had my tongue buried in her naval while
my hands massaged her down covered thighs. By the time I reached her mons she
was almost begging me to eat her, whispering, "Yes" over and over again.
I took my time. I wanted to drive her crazy. Make her want my cock more
than anything - show her that the second time could be much better than the
first - without the urgency - that I could last longer. Just the noise she
was making was getting me hard but I wanted her to suck my dick. I wanted to
watch my cock sliding in and out of her mouth. I was pretty sure that she was
nearing the point that she would do anything to get my hard cock back inside
her.
So concentrated was my attention, I didn't notice that her mons was shaved
clean. The crease of her womanhood just visible at the juncture of her
thighs. I was disappointed as I like a woman with hair between her legs.
While a shaved cunt was nice every once and a while; it was kind of like
looking at a woman in a skimpy bathing suit versus the same woman nude.
Sometimes the skimpy bathing suit made her all that more desirable.
My tongue was reaming itself into the crevice at the juncture of her
thighs when she forced her legs apart and brought her knees up. I slid down a
little more on the bed and was greeted by a blond furry bush surrounding her
vagina lips. My cock throbbed as it was trapped between my stomach and the
bed. Her cunt lips were already spread and I could see my seamen matting
parts of her pubic hair. I lowered my head and thrust my tongue into her.
Her scream was loud and piercing and I was sure that half the people on this
floor of the apartment building knew someone was getting laid. Her hips were
moving about on the bed in a random fashion - sometimes thrusting up to meet
my face and sometimes trying to escape my tongue which was slathering her slit
with my saliva. I finally caught her clit between my lips and just sucked.
The loudness of her scream almost scared me and then she was pulling me
out of her crotch and rolling me over onto my side. She was up on an elbow,
looking down at me - smiling.
"What'd you say about the first time ?" I laughed a little. "Sit on my
face, Jill. I want to eat you some more."
She shook her head from side to side and said, "Let's go 69." Without
waiting for an answer she moved over me. Her mouth captured my cock before
her cunt was above my face and I was in heaven. I immediately poked my tongue
back into her and was rewarded with her mouth capturing just about all of my
cock and slowly sliding up to the head, then opening wide and capturing the
whole thing again. My hips started moving, really they were thrusting up to
meet the warm mouth giving me so much pleasure.
Her ass was really white and I spread her cheeks apart to be greeted by an
almost hairless anus - just several blond tendrils of hair surrounded her
asshole. I licked up to it and traced her asshole with the point of my
tongue. Her head started bobbing over my cock. I reached down, held her head
with both hands and began to thrust in and out of her mouth. I reamed my
tongue into her asshole and poked it inside her as far as I could go. I could
hear her moaning as my cock thrust in and out of her mouth. Her hands were
massaging my balls and then one of her fingers was searching for my asshole.
When she plunged her finger into me...I exploded, sending gobs of warm jizzim
spurting into her mouth. She kept sucking until I was soft as a noodle and
then slowly dragged her finger out of my asshole. My tongue was still buried
in her anus and only came out of it when she rolled away from me - her lips
and chin covered with the sheen of my seamen.
I got up and kissed her, poking my tongue into her mouth. We frenched for
a long while as my hands explored her body - pinching her nipples and filling
her cunt and anus with my fingers.
She finally pushed me away, "You are the horniest fighter pilot I've ever
fucked, Willy Tamarack." I laughed and pulled her to her feet as I got off of
the bed.
"Shower time, Jill. Do you have to be anywhere tonight ?" I asked. She
laughed and shook her head from side to side. "Well then, you might not make
it back to your place tonight."
"Wild horses couldn't drag me back to my place tonight."
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
When I woke it was a little after ten. I rolled over in bed and found
that Jill had left. There was a note propped up on the pillow. It said that
dinner was at her place tonight and I better come hungry. I wondered what I
should be hungry for - food or her body. God ! What a body she had. I
didn't think I had ever fucked a lady with as good a body as Jill's. I let
my mind wander back to the shower we took last night. We just rubbed together
for a while as we soaped up. I was damn near hard when we rinsed off and she
dropped to her knees.
Jill took my semi-hard dick in her hands and slowly teased the head of my
cock with her tongue. All the while her blue eyes were focused on my face. I
smiled down at her as she opened her mouth and took my dick between her lips.
In what seemed like just a few minutes I was hard again and Jill's head was
bobbing on my cock. She kept looking at my face and finally I could take the
scrutiny no longer and threw my head back against the wall of the shower
stall. I looked back down at her when she started to lick on my scrotum while
pumping my dick in her hand.
I was as hard as I got and pulled her up by the armpits. She quickly
turned toward the wall of the shower and presented me with her pure white ass.
One thrust and I was in her, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. I had my
hands on her hips, holding her still as I thrust in and out of her warm
opening. To me it seemed like I lasted for hours but that was probably the
dope. Just when I thought I would lose it, she came and started screaming.
Then I was shooting spurt after spurt of seamen into her cunt.
For the next several days I blew off going to the library and damn near
forgot I might have cancer. I spent just about every moment with Jill. Don't
get me wrong; I was under no illusion that Jill had fallen in love with me.
That was never mentioned and would have made me feel terribly uncomfortable.
I was not in love with Jill; just happy I was getting my rocks off about three
or four times a day. It was almost like my body knew the end was coming and
wanted to squeeze as much fucking and sucking into the time that was left. I
often felt that Jill knew that I might have cancer but I had never mentioned
it to her. We rarely talked about anything, spending all of our time and
energies making the other person climax as many times as possible. I had a
hard time remembering when I had cum so many times within such a short period
of time.
I saw Tom at the mail boxes one afternoon on my way over to see Jill but
when I knocked on their door nobody was home. That night I listened at the
wall that connected our apartments but didn't hear a sound. The next day I
went back to the library and continued my research of prostate cancer. Since
I'd been gone for several days there was tons of mail to catch up on. My
ultrasound guided biopsy appointment was approaching and I was anxious to have
it over with and get the results. I sent some private e-mail to those on the
list that most closely fit my profile and asked about their experiences. I
was amazed and stoked that these men e-mailed me back before the day was out.
That evening after finishing my "good-night" joint, Jill knocked at the
door. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse and looked like a million
dollars. I opened the door wide and invited her in.
"Well, how's my horny fighter pilot. Miss me ?" She laughed. I laughed
with her and then we were kissing. Almost before the door was closed, Jill
had my hardening cock out of my jeans and was on her way to her knees. We
fucked on the floor by the door neither of us getting close to naked. Jill
just pulled the crotch of her panties aside as she sat astride me and rode me
to our mutual orgasm. After showering we fucked again in the bedroom. I knew
better than to ask where she had been, after all we were hardly friends.
Later while lying on our backs and sharing a joint, I could hear the bed next
door pounding against the wall.
"Oh ! That's Tom with one of his friends." Jill said. She laughed. "He
wanted me to join him but I thought I'd come over here."
"I'm glad you did. I missed you yesterday..." I let that hang in the
air.
She didn't answer the unasked question and instead asked, "You want to go
over and join them ?"
I laughed and said, "I don't think I'd be much of a partner after the last
couple of hours."
Jill rolled over and whispered, "Oh ! You'd do ok." She then slowly made
her way down my body until she had my dick in her mouth. I was mesmerized
watching her blond head bob up and down on my lengthening pole. She teased
the head of my cock with her tongue, licking around the crown until I was
squirming on the bed. Then she captured my cock in her mouth and proceeded to
slide her wet lips up and down my pole until it was bathed in her saliva. The
wetter my cock got the faster her head bobbed over my groin. Every once and a
while she'd look up at me and then swallow me whole. She'd then drag her lips
slowly up my cock until just the head was captured inside her mouth. I could
feel her tongue teasing my most sensitive spot - right under the head of my
dick. I finally could stand the torture no longer, grabbed her blond head in
both hands and fucked her mouth until I blew the top of her head off.
As my dick softened, she used her tongue to lick my cock like a popsicle,
allowing her spittle and my cum to stretch out between her tongue and my dick.
I was in heaven watching her minister to my sore and spent cock.
She looked up at me and smiled. My cum was still covering her lips and a
blob of seamen was drooling down her chin. "You want to come to Jamaica with
Tom and I and some of our friends ?"
"Yea...Sounds like a blast."
"Cool." Was all she said.
The next day I was at the doctor's office bright and early to undergo an
ultrasound guided biopsy for prostate cancer.
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hangten <an19164@anon.nymserver.com>
"You should have been here yesterday....." Bruce Brown - circa 1958 - 1961
"Slippery When Wet" or "Surfing Hollow Days" I can't remember.....
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