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If you're going to profit from this, please contribute a portion of the proceeds to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. !!!!! ATTENTION READER !!!!! The following work is of a sexual nature. If you have not yet reached the age of consent, where ever you reside, the author requests your parents or guardians review this material before you continue. Censoring the material a young mind absorbs is not the responsibility of the creator but that of the adult who has custodial responsibility for the young mind. Having said that; the following story is pure fantasy. It didn't happen, probably could never happen and the author accepts no responsibility for person or persons who attempt to make it happen. All the characters were created by the author and none of them are based on people who actually lived or are living in this wonderful world we inhabit. We are all created by a wonderful process called sexual intercourse. That it was made so pleasurable is undeniably the reason we have filled this world with our children. While the creator probably did so for a reason; remember that human beings created all the side dishes that accompany the basic act. Sex should have a happy ending, whether with yourself or with a partner. That this is sometimes not the case can only be the fault of the participants. Sex should be fun ! As always e-mail your comments to the usual. Every Man's Fantasy by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** PROLOGUE ***** Hi ! I'm Willy Tamarack. I sure hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy telling them to Frederick T. Shit ! You're probably wondering why I don't write'em up myself ? Well...I'm a bit lazy and usually too stoned most of the time to get my shit together. It's much easier to let Freddy do all the hard work. Plus, now that I've have/had prostate cancer - Who knows, just because I had it cut out doesn't mean it's gone for good - I'm convinced that I have to cram every little bit of life, I can, into the time I have left. Writing about it just doesn't seem all that important. Speaking of Prostate cancer...I know Freddy did a little research on it, on top of the research I did. What we told you in "The Travels of Willy Tamarack" is true. There is quite a controversy surrounding the treatment of Prostate Cancer. I believe it's very similar to the controversy that surrounds Breast Cancer treatments. I'm sure that until cancer is totally understood by the medical community; there will always be controversies surrounding it's treatment. Breast and Prostate Cancers strike at the heart of women's and men's sexuality; not to say that sex is more important than life itself but it sure makes living more enjoyable. Cancer is a horrible disease. It scares the hell out of most people, I know it did me, so if you can afford it ? How about making a contribution of your time or whatever to the American Cancer Society or some other worthy cancer charity that comes to mind. Sorry for taking so much of your time but having cancer is the shits. Anyway, you didn't download this to listen to me whine. I mentioned this story to Freddy while we were working on the "Travels." Carol and I ran into Robert at the tennis club right up the street from my parent's place a while back. We spent an evening with him and he had quite a story to tell. It began when he was working for the government...Aw ! Shit ! I'll let Freddy tell you..... ***** Chapter One ***** The two monkeys were fucking like...Well, like rabbits. This was the third time, in the last forty-five minutes. Neither one of them showed signs of being sated. Robert D. Trancas watched from across the room. Robbie or "Trank", as his friends called him and there weren't many of them, was voted the "dork" most likely to succeed nineteen years ago when he graduated from high school. At thirty-six, he still hadn't succeeded but in his estimation, was getting real close. Robbie didn't look his age at all. In the semi-thick glasses, he usually wore, most people thought he was in his mid twenties - maybe a graduate student. He was often carded when trying to purchase liquor and resented the fact that he looked so young. It took him only three years to graduate from high school and after six years of college - three years of undergraduate work and then three years of post-graduate work - he was hired by a company that was doing research for an arm of the United States government. Robert, he hated to be called Robbie, was placed in the section that was attempting to develop an aphrodisiac that would incapacitate enemy troops. The research was similar to the LSD experiments that were carried on in earlier times. Rob, as he liked to call himself, had been hired right out of grad school in 1984 and was tremendously excited about the project. His excitement stemmed not from any desire to incapacitate enemy troops but from a desire to "borrow" some of the proven formulae and use it to make himself a "stud." Rob wasn't a bad looking guy. It's just that his social skills were next to nil. While he could talk for hours about the molecular composition of just about every element known to man; after saying "Hi" to any decent looking woman, he usually stood there like a wall flower until the woman got bored and left. As the youngest member of the section working on Project "Sex," as it was called, he was given most of the tedious assignments. He was usually at work from well before sunrise to well after dark. Rob didn't mind, though, because he was sure that the project was going to succeed - and when it succeeded - Rob succeeded. He would often lay awake at night and fantasize about the different women he was going to fuck when the project finally bore fruit. There was no doubt in his mind that the formulae would work on both men and women - so he figured that not only would it give him a hardon that would last for hours but would also make the most desirable women he met become his sex slaves, unable to control their desires, regardless of what they thought about him. While working on the project he would often get a raging hardon thinking about the receptionist on the third floor, a cute little blond who would hardly give him the time of day; or the buxom secretary of the project manager, Robert P. Thorpp. She once told him to wait in the hall as there were some important people waiting to see the "boss" as she called him. He could hardly wait to watch her facial expressions and hear her cry out as he pumped his cock in and out of her hairy twat. He was sure she had one. Rob was quite hung. He measured almost six inches in the flaccid state and when he was hard, it grew to just over eight inches of hard muscle. He didn't come to that realization until he was well into college and happened into a men's changing room late in his senior year. He couldn't remember why he was there. He avoided almost all physical activity because he was always the butt of most of the jokes due to his slight build and glasses. He was amazed that of the twenty or so guys taking a shower at the time - not one had a penis anywhere near his length. Now, Rob may have led a cloistered life as far as actual sex was concerned but in the liberal America that was the seventies and eighties he had seen his share of porno flicks. The guys in those videos had cocks about the size of his, when he had a hardon. He just assumed that everyone did. He got a real ego boost that day when he realized that everyone didn't. Bigger is better, right !? Rob had been summoned to Mr. Thorpp's office by Betty, the buxom, brunette secretary. As usual she hardly acknowledged his presence. While waiting to see Mr. Thorpp, Rob fantasized about pumping a huge load of cum all over her tits. "Robbie...The 'boss' will see you now." Betty called across the room. Rob hoped she noticed the semi that was growing down his pant's leg as he walked toward Mr. Thorpp's office door. Rob had no idea what this meeting was about. During the six years that he had been working on the project, he had become instrumental in providing some of the answers that would lead to the project's success. And while success was a way off, he was confident that in just a couple of years "Sex" would become a powerful weapon in the arsenal that defended America's freedom. He was also confident that it would become a powerful weapon in his own arsenal. Robert P. Thorpp was sitting behind his desk, going through some papers when Rob stood in front of his desk. "Have a seat, Robbie, I'll be right with you." Rob sat and tried to relax a bit. He had rarely been called to Mr. Thorpp's office as the man managed several of the projects that the company was working on...And Rob was hardly high up enough in the pecking order to merit many trips to the top floor. Maybe he was going to get a promotion ? He'd heard through the grape vine that one of the senior researchers was leaving. "Aah...Robbie...got a little bad news for you. Project "Sex" has been canceled. There just hasn't been enough progress in the last few years to warrant it's continuation. Plus, there is a large contingent of people who thought the project was a little crazy to begin with and they have managed to garner quite a bit of support in the last couple of months. There's good news though, you've been chosen to close up the project and write up the final report. That will keep you here for, I figure, six months at the most and by then we might be able to transfer you to another project. Unfortunately, right now the company is going through a little streamlining and quite a lot of people are going to find themselves without work in a short time. You should be real happy to have six months or so of wrapping up. I recommend that you use it wisely and look for some other work. Be assured that I'll give you a good letter of recommendation. You've been a valuable team member here. Keep me appraised of your progress, wrapping up "Sex." Rob had been dismissed. He didn't know what to say. After Mr. Thorp told him the project was going to be canceled, the rest was just noise. "Aaaah...Mr. Thorpp...I think we're real..." "Robbie...The decision is final...Now I've got a lot of people to talk to today and none of them are as fortunate as you, being asked to stay on for a bit. You should be real happy that I chose you to wrap up the project. If you're going to argue with me about the decision, I'm sure I can find someone else to wrap up. Now, be a good lad and get started or..." Robert P. Thorpp left the "or" hanging in the air. Rob slowly got to his feet. He was in shock. Fuck ! What was he going to do ? He wandered the halls on the way back to his small office and decided to call it quits for the day. It was a little after three when he ended up back in his apartment lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. All his plans were destroyed in the few short minutes he spent in Thorpp's office. He was devastated. ***** CHAPTER TWO ***** Rob mopped about all weekend and it wasn't until Sunday night that it came to him. "Perfect !" He thought. He went to work on Monday with a big smile on his face. Most of his co-workers figured it was because he was being allowed another six months or so of pay checks. It wasn't though. For the next six months, Rob was the hardest working son of a bitch in the company. While the entire work force, from the lowliest research assistant to the highest paid researcher and even the management, were constantly in fear of losing their positions; Rob, on the other hand, came to work every day with a determination that most had a hard time understanding and few could duplicate. Most figured he was attempting to make such a name for himself that the company would offer him a position when the project, he was working on, was all wrapped up. They were wrong. Rob had researched the company employment policies and come to realize that he would be given a very nice severance package when he was terminated. And he was sure that he would be terminated, regardless of what Mr. Thorpp told him. The severance package plus his 401K plan would give him a nice little nest egg with which to continue project "Sex" on his own. Every day before he left work, he down-loaded all the files, he was organizing, to his lap top computer. When he got home he up-loaded them to his home computer. He spent most of his free time at home preparing cover letters and resumes, which he sent to most of the West Coast Universities. Rob was looking for a research assistant's job. He figured that he was way over qualified for the positions, he was applying for, but that was the idea. He needed the facilities that a major university could provide but didn't want the responsibility of running his own program. He wouldn't have the time anyway. Not if he was running his own program at home...And he would be - Project "Sex" was not dead - just in hibernation. When Rob got terminated and settled on the West Coast it would be full speed ahead. At the time the project was canceled, Rob determined that "Sex" was about one or two years away from becoming a reality. He factored in the fact that he would be working on his own and figured that in three or four years, at the most, he'd bring it off. In his fifth month of wrapping up the project, Mr. Thorpp left the company for a lucrative management position at a major university in the L.A. area. Rob was excited and made an appointment to see him before he left for his new position. Betty, Mr. Thorpp's buxom secretary, kept putting Rob off. Telling him that Mr. Thorpp was very busy man, with the move and all. He may not have the time to see him. Rob was determined and waited after work one day. Rob caught Mr. Thorpp on the way to his car and begged and pleaded with him to put in a good word for him at the university where he was going to manage several large programs. Thorpp laughed in his face and told him that a major university wouldn't touch the stuff he'd been working on, plus there were countless others who were much more experienced than Rob was. Five months ago Rob would have been devastated and manufactured all sorts of doubts about his abilities but that afternoon, when Mr. Thorpp snubbed him, Rob changed a little. In fact he changed a lot. He realized that in just a few short weeks he would be running his own project, on his own, without the support that a company or a university provided. He would have to become accustomed to failure because the majority of research ended with failure. Rob was determined to succeed ! Three weeks later he was terminated and packed up all his shit. He left the following morning and drove straight through to L.A. He choose L.A. because he had done some post-graduate work there in the early eighties and because, like the song said, California girls were just about the hottest chicks around - or something like that. Rob immediately found the job market in California was tighter than he had ever imagined. He went from university to university and found that not only was he not over qualified but that people with Phd's were working as lab assistants and felt lucky to get those jobs. He finally swallowed his pride and accepted a position as a pharmacy assistant in a major food store chain. The pay was better than minimum wage but a far cry from what he was making, working for Uncle Sam. Since the pharmacy, he was working for, didn't have the facilities he needed to continue Project "Sex," he was forced to spend some of his severance pay to build a small lab in his apartment. After a year of laboring in both the pharmacy and at home on "Sex," Rob came to the conclusion that he had been overly optimistic about his ability to complete the project on his own. He was discouraged and disappointed. Every night he would stay up until all hours, brain storming for new ideas, different paths that would lead him to a successful conclusion of the project. He was lucky he wasn't working at a demanding job as he surely would have been fired by now. Before he realized it, six years had passed. That was a far cry from the two or three he figured it would take him to complete "Sex." It was Spring time in Southern California and Rob was sitting at his kitchen table, laughing as he watched the monkeys fuck for the forth time in the last hour. He laughed at all the put downs he had endured during his thirty-seven years of life and the last six years he had spent in the shity pharmacy job he had, laughed at all the disappointments he had endured, laughed at the hell he had gone through procuring the monkeys in the PRC (People's Republic of California). He was delirious, laughing like a fool. He got up from the table, went out and bought a bottle of the best whiskey he could find and got rip roaring drunk. When he was in control of his faculties again, the following morning, he mixed another dose of "Sex" into their food and fed the monkeys. Within twenty minutes they were fucking like...Well, like rabbits. Rob tested his monkeys until - no shit - they passed away from fucking so much. He compared the dosage to their weights and then went out and begged, borrowed and stole to obtain another set of monkeys. Even after cutting the dosage in half several times, the results were the same. They actually fucked themselves to death. Rob spent several weeks reviewing the data. While he was excited about the results of the experiments, he was hesitant about starting human testing, especially since all four of his test cases had died. Total fear flooded his mind and body when he even thought about slipping one of his "Sex" pills to a woman, let alone himself. He managed to procure another set of monkeys and this time cut the formulae to a tenth of what he had used before. He then decided to fed them "Sex" only once a week. These monkeys lived. Rob couldn't explain it but the monkeys appeared to look forward to their once a week orgies. In fact they would even become depressed and anxious if they didn't receive their "Sex" every week. Rob decide that the time had come.