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- From: msp@ohstpy.mps.ohio-state.edu (Michael S. Pettersen)
- Newsgroups: soc.motss
- Subject: Re: Tim Chain Porn
- Message-ID: <15604.2b5fa101@ohstpy.mps.ohio-state.edu>
- Date: 22 Jan 93 07:23:45 EST
- Organization: The Ohio State University, Department of Physics
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- A dark, slender hand with hairy knuckles landed on his shoulder.
- "Qu'est-ce que tu lis?" asked Jose.
-
- Startled, le Jojo looked up from his minitel, guiltily trying to hide
- the screen. "Je ne lis pas, j'ecris un conte de fees," said Jojo.
-
- On the screen was written:
-
- "What's this," said Steve, the system administrator, just as he
- encircled the Tip of Tim's cock with his thumb and forefinger, hands
- rough and thick from all that woodchopping and VAX system management.
- Tim wriggled, the stain now looking li8kke he had spilled an entire
- bottle of Evian in his lap, and his arching cock tenting his pants
- obscenely while the System's Programmer playfully slapped at it,
- reading:
-
- "Then my friend leaned forward, mesmerised by Hick's cock, and closing
- his eyes, touched his lips to the tip. His tongue lashed out, and
- startled at first by the salty, tangy flavor, he grew bold, and
- drooling, pressed his head forward. The fat cockhead lay heavy on his
- tongue, hot, alive, and slowly sliding on in, he felt it finally push
- against the back of his throat, like a velvet rock."
-
- "Plutot un conte de fesses," said Jose, his dark eyes sparkling.
- Jose was of pure Mediteranean type, without the curious admixture
- of the Celtic typical of French men. Since Jose had little English,
- and le Jojo's command of Portuguese was limited to the few impolite
- words he had acquired from Jose, their medium of communication
- was French. "Who's Tim?" continued Jose with a trace of jealousy.
-
- "No one, really," replied le Jojo. "A figure of my imagination, a
- temporary pattern of motion of cathode rays in the vacuum of my
- screen, he doesn't really exist. Reality, the hard facts, are here."
- His thick pale hand fell into his lap to demonstrate.
-
- "There is no reality beyond that of the senses," said Jose. Gently
- he moved le Jojo's hand aside, and took hold of the monstrous erection
- engendered on Jojo by the imaginary Tim. "I must experience it directly
- for myself." He turned Jojo's stool, and pressed his mouth to Jojo's.
- Jojo felt the rough stubble of Jose's dark shadowed jaw on his lips and
- the gentle exploratory caresses of Jose's hand in his lap,
- and the bristles of his own blond moustache tangled with the jet
- black of Jose's. Burly white arms circled a slim waist,
- and olive arms circled burly shoulders.
-
- "Let's go upstairs," murmered le Jojo thickly, his mouth full.
-
- "No," said Jose, pulling away, "that's too far away. The kitchen
- table is so much nearer."
-
- * * * * *
-
- Later, le Jojo said, "We are such stuff as dreams are made on."
-
- "Pardon?" said Jose, for le Jojo had spoken in English.
-
- "N'importe," responded le Jojo. "It doesn't matter."
- --
- Mike Pettersen, Ecole Normale Superieure
- msp@physique.ens.fr
- Perfect love casteth out fear.
-
-