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Subject: Ass Grabbers by J.J. Hunsecker (comedy, mf, mm, beast. interracial)
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Please do not read if you are under 18 years of age. I apologize for
the rotten wraparound job. Someday I'll get it worked out. Please
e-mail me some comments if you are so moved to do so.
J.J.
ASS GRABBERS
by
Ed Holub
Duke and Sammy opened the door to their shithole New York
apartment and walked in. Sammy's head was encased in a huge white
bandage that made him look like an Arabian Prince. They both flopped
down into two shitty-looking sofas, facing each other.
"Well, Sammy, I hope you learned your lesson."
"Yeah, I learned my lesson," Sammy squawked. "Never to go with
you to another peep show!"
"Ah, calm down. I gotta take a leak." And with that Duke walked
to the can. He was able to gaze at his Italian good looks in the
mirror as he pissed. "Oh, you beautiful doll," he said to his
reflection. He indeed was a handsome stud. Curly, black hair, 50's
style, muscle-bound arms in a white tee shirt, all around good looks.
Sammy was all together different. A broomstick with arms and
legs. Very short, black hair and a goofy expression with a voice like
a rusty hinge. To the total stranger, he looked like a slightly
retarded basketball player.
There was a knock at the door.
"Answer that, Sammy."
"Why do you always keep telling me what to do?" Sammy asked in a
hurt voice.
"Cause that's all you're good for. Taking orders," Duke explained
walking into the living room.
Sammy opened the door and Roscoe walked in.
"Hey! Roscoe!" Duke beamed. "C'mon in. Have a seat and I'll get
ya a beer." Sammy gave Roscoe a silly grin that seemed frozen.
Roscoe, big, black and mean-looking strode in a sat down. Duke
came in and gave everybody a can of beer. They popped the top in a
spritz and drank. After a long guzzle, Roscoe took a good look at
Sammy and said, "Sammy, what the fuck happened to you? With that
bandage on yo' head you look like a human light bulb."
"It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my fault," Sammy shrieked. He
launched himself into a tirade, but before he got too far, Duke cut
him off.
"I'll tell him. We'll save more time that way," Duke sighed.
"And this better be good," said Roscoe. "Or I'll take my beer and
go back to my lonely apartment. You know I prefer no company to
yours."
"Then why'd you come here in the first place," asked Duke.
"I'm outta beer."
"Well, just shut up and listen. Sammy and I went over to that
peep show over on 8th avenue. We walk in, look the joint over. You
know how its laid out. The center room where the girl dances is
surrounded by those little rooms that the guys jerk off in. So,
anyway, Sammy and I find two rooms side by side, so we go in."
Sammy added, "I wanted to go in Duke's room, but he wouldn't let
me. I'm a-scared of the dark." He grinned shyly.
"I'm telling this story. So, I'm in the room and I'm
looking through the window at the broad on the couch. She's
totally naked, not bad lookin', a little glassy-eyed. She's
not really dancing, just sort of crawling around on this
shitty-looking couch like a snake. I got my dick out and
I'm floggin' the bishop like every other guy in the place.
She's rolling around spreading her legs, spreading her
cheeks, spreading her cunt."
"And I was in my room whacking my carrot," said Sammy.
"I'm all turned on so I blow my load on the floor. And I just get
done wiping myself off when I hear this knucklehead scream and then
the sound of breaking glass."
Sammy was getting excited. "What happened was I slipped in my own
cum and went crashing through the little window. When I shook it off
I yelled, 'Hey, lady, I'm bleeding. Ya gotta help me. Don't let me
die!'"
Duke said, "And then this bitch starts screaming bloody murder.
She screaming while she's covering her tits and snatch. Can you
believe that? Just because Sammy's head poking through the window,
this stupid cunt tries to cover herself. So, I tuck my beer can back
in my pants and run to help Sammy. When I get there, I see this
really pissed off bouncer run into the little room and try to pick up
Sammy to throw him out on his ass. No sooner does he lift him up and
boom! He slips in the cum. He drops Sammy. Sammy hits his head
against a wall, knocking him cold. Luckily, the place only had one
bouncer. I go over and pick up Sammy and take him to the hospital.
End of story."
"Damn!" said Roscoe. "Just listening to that fucked-up story made
me thirsty again. Who wants another beer?"
"I do."
"I do."
After the first sip of the second beer, Roscoe said, "Well, I got
a story that tops that one. Listen to this. Two days ago I was
washing windows in this high rise apartment building on 34th street
and 2nd Avenue. Well, I'm on my scaffold and I look in this broad's
window and she's getting it on with herself. I position myself where
I can observe her without being seen. She's naked on her back in bed
and fingering her pussy, getting in the mood. Know what I mean?
Then, without a word of warning, she reaches under the bed and pulls
out a cage filled with hamsters. There must have been about fifteen
of 'em in there. She opens the cage door and dumps them all on her
naked self. They start scurrying around her legs, her arms, her face,
all over. In the mean time, she's going crazy with passion. She's
a-moanin' and a-groanin' and a-wigglin' and a-shakin'. Then she takes
two hamsters in her two hands and puts their mouths right on her
nipples. They must have been a-licking and a-nibbling cause she damn
near went right through the roof. Her tongue was going crazy and she
was bulging her eyeballs. Well, around about that time I figured I'd
seen enough, so I lowered myself down a floor and went back to work."
Roscoe saw Duke and Sammy with their mouths hanging open at the end of
his story.
"You gotta be fucking kidding, Roscoe," said Duke.
"You expect us to believe that one?"
"Yeah," Sammy chimed in. "What do think we are? Dumb or
something?"
"I don't give a fuck whether you believe me or not, you dumb
asses. But if you want her address it's gonna cost ya."
"How much?" they both shouted together.
"A C-note."
"A hundred dollars!? Keep dreaming," said Duke waving his arm in
the air.
"I got some money," Sammy squeaked.
"Shut up," said Duke. He looked at Roscoe. "You can have the
rest of the case of beer."
"Sold!" shouted Roscoe, leaping to his feet.
After Roscoe and the beer had gone, Sammy and Duke sat in their
respective sofas and avoided each others eyes. On the coffee table
between them lay the little piece of paper with the hamster lady's
address on it. During the afternoon as each one excused himself to go
to the bathroom or the kitchen, they had enough opportunities to
memorize it. The TV was on so they didn't have to talk. They were
watching the movie Becket. Half-way into the film Duke threw his
hands up and said, "This movie sucks! What the fuck is going on
anyway?"
Sammy started to explain. "Well, this king likes that guy Becket,
but Becket is playing hard to get, ya see. And the queen is getting
pissed-off at the king cause he's spending too much time with his
drinking buddies-"
"Alright, alright. Forget it."
Fifteen minutes later Duke made sure Sammy wasn't looking at him
and faked a yawn. "Oh, boy. I'm dragging my ass." He looked at his
watch. 3:30. "Think I'll take a little nap," he said getting up.
"Don't wake me up, Sammy."
With that, Sammy also worked up a decent yawn. "A nap sounds like
a good idea. I'll see ya later."
They both went into their rooms and Sammy deliberately made the
noises associated with sleep preparation: winding alarms clocks,
fluffing pillows, gargling.
Duke and Sammy left their apartment separately, within minutes of each
other, Sammy via the fire escape. They had one stop each to make
before going to the hamster lady's apartment : Duke to the bar, Sammy
to the costume shop. Duke knew he was a lady killer, but even the
handsomest stud would have trouble convincing a total stranger to
spread her legs. He needed some drinks. Sammy used what brains he
had and decided the best way to get some ass off the hamster lady was
to make her believe he was another hamster, so he rented a costume and
off to her abode he strode.
Soon he was at her door. He wrapped softly and said, "Hey, hamster
lady, here comes one horny hamster." He giggled softly. No answer.
He turned the knob and the door opened easily. He stuck his head in
with as much ease as his mouse ears would allow. "Psst. Hey, hamster
lady."
He heard noises coming from the kitchen and he tiptoed in. A woman
was moaning and a man was uttering gutteral commands. He arrived at
the kitchen doorway and saw Roscoe on the floor fucking the hamster
lady. She was consumed with a frenzied passion.
"You like my big, black dick, don't ya, bitch?" spat Roscoe.
"Yes," she grunted, her head thrown back repeatedly.
Roscoe's big black ass humped mercilessly. "No more hamsters for you,
right bitch?"
"No more hamsters. No more hamsters."
"If I ever catch you with another hamster, I won't fuck you anymore,"
he wheezed with rasping breath.
She panicked. "No, you gotta keep fucking me! No more hamsters, no
more hamsters!" She said it like Emile Zola saying, "I swear Dreyfuss
is innocent!"
It never occurred to Sammy to wait for them to finish and ask for
sloppy seconds. He just lowered the bottom half of his mouse costume
and started to jerk off.
"I'm gonna cum soon, you fucking whore. I want you to cum with me.
You ready?" Roscoe pounded her body with his.
"Yeah, I'm ready. I'M GONNA CUM!!!"
"HERE IT COMES, YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!"
The hamster lady clenched her eyes and teeth, screaming. Roscoe went
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" Sammy ejaculated on the linoleum floor.
When they settled down, the hamster lady opened her eyes and focused
on the large brown shape standing in the doorway. She started
screaming again when she saw Sammy standing there, dick in hand.
Roscoe wrenched his neck around to look. "What the fuck..."
Sammy did an about face and started to run into the other room, but he
slipped in his cum again and was lanched towards the bedroom. After
being airborn for a few seconds, he cracked his head on the bedpost
and landed in the hamster lady's bed. He ended up unconscious with
his head under the covers and his pale white ass, sticking up in the
air.
Roscoe and the hamster lady were a blur as they dressed as quickly as
they could. "Who the fuck IS that guy?" "I don't know, but I'm gonna
get a cop." "Well, I'm getting the fuck outta here?"
They both ran down the stairs together. "Are you gonna see me again
tomorrow?" "Only if you buy some fucking beer. Remember, no beer, no
cock."
Roscoe and the hamster lady squinted into the blazing afternoon sun as
they ran in opposite directions. At the same time, Duke was crossing
the street in a drunken stupor. He appeared to be in a good mood. If
he hadn't been so drunk he may have noticed Roscoe's form lurching
down the street. The three flights of stairs it took to get to the
hamster lady's apartment didn't sober him up one iota. He got to the
top of the stairs and noticed the door to her apartment was open. He
snickered like a little boy and staggered quietly in. He didn't have
far to go before he noticed the beautiful white ass sticking up from
the bed. Suddenly, his mood turned sour with countless memories of
all the women who shit on him, all the women who stood him up, all the
women teased his dick without a payoff.
He lurched toward the bed. "I got your fucking hamster. Right here,"
he snarled. And with that he dropped his pants, spit on his hand,
lubed his dick and thrust into that sweet bare ass. If he had been
sober he would have felt the pain of dry ass on insufficiently lubed
dick, but he didn't care. He fucked savagely. He hissed through
clenched teeth. "All you cunts are all alike!" A stream of
obscenities spewed forth, one for each lunge. Then, as it must to all
men, orgasm wracked his body and he ejaculated deep in Sammy's ass.
"Hold it right there, asshole!"
Duke spun around and saw to policemen, one with a gun pointed at him.
He pulled out of Sammy just as Sammy was pulling up out of the covers.
Then, it was mass confusion as everybody started talking to Duke at
once. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" "Dukie, you hurt
me. You hurt my poopie hole." "I ought to run your ass down to the
station" "Why, Dukie? Why?" "Talk, asshole".
Duke's eyes glazed over and before he collapsed in a heap on the
floor, he said, "I fucked my friend's asshole?"
Sammy walked from the bathroom to the living room wearing nothing but
a huge white bulging diaper. There were a few blood spots on the ass.
He sat down painfully.
Duke walked in from the kitchen with a beer in his hand and sat down
in the opposite shithole sofa.
They eyed each other with contempt. Duke finally relaxed his jaw
muscles, took a sip of beer and said, "Well, I hope you learned your
lesson, Sammy."
copyright February 1998
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