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what would she think of me now I was all grown up, my muscles filled out, my cock experienced and graduated with a shiny dickplomer.
Fritz screamed, blood pooling out over his crotch from where his cock had just been blown clean off. I cupped my junk as I sucked in air through my teeth. I had not been ready for that dicksplosion.
He flew like a bird. Like a dead bird with rocks in its pockets, but still.
The sharks would destroy the dickless wonder by morning. Nom nom nom.
“You gotta let him stretch his little penguin wings,” I joked, smirking and Fox rolled his eyes at me, but his mouth twitched at the corner. “Penguin’s don’t fly,” he muttered and I snorted. “They do if you throw ‘em hard enough.”
Trust Chase to take a blowjob for the team.
"Leave me alone, J!" I shouted. "I just need it in my mouth. Let me put the foot long in my mouth. Stop trying to sandwich block me!"
“If anyone else stole from me like that I’d cut a piece off of them to teach them a lesson,” he growled and I had no doubts that he meant it. “Well please don’t take a boob. I’m pretty fond of them and-” “Do you take anything seriously?” he snapped and I just shrugged, taking another bite of my apple. “It’d be pretty serious if you cut off my boob.”
I'd once had a girl pay to baste me like a turkey and tickle my giblets. The gobbling part was weird, but I was kinda getting into it by the end.
I could just see the news headline now. Ten men found dead with their dicks cut off because Fox Harlequin had blue balls.
I wasn’t a pimp exactly, but well, alright I was a pimp. But one who actually gave a crap about the people who worked for me and made sure they got health care and shit, so at least I was a nice pimp.
I blurted the first thing that came to my head in an urgent whisper. “I’ve got the clap.” I’ve. Got. The. Clap. That was what I went with apparently.
“Can you cancel my next appointment tonight. I’m not feeling so good.” “Oh no, is everything alright?” she asked. “I’ve got the clap,” I blurted. Again.
"Err, I kinda saw everything. And I hate to break it to you, beautiful, but you've got really nice tits and I'm not going to be able to forget them. Ever. Like on the day I die, I will probably have a flashback to this moment and be like, damn-"
“Why’d you choose Stone anyways? You sound like some sort of British detective. Maverick Stone, fights crime by day, giggles over corpses by night.”
“You owe me a grand, Ace,” I called as I leapt from one pallet to another, throwing gasoline around like pixie dust. A murderous, hot as shit pixie who was hung like a horse. A dicksie perhaps.
"Good boy." Chase slapped his cheek a couple of times patronisingly. "Give the asshole a tip, Rogue," he added, glancing at me. "I suggest you stop being an asshole," I said to the dude who looked mildly tempted to piss his pants. "That's a damn good tip," Chase said, smirking at me before shoving the douchebag away from him hard enough to knock him on his ass in the sand.
I looked out over the water and my happiness grew as I spotted Fox and JJ yelling at each other while their shitty raft sank beneath them and I could see that Chase was getting a kick from that too.
“She a-attacked me!” Rosie sobbed, sniffing loudly. “Yeah,” I murmured. “And it was hot as fuck.”
She gasped and moaned and her dog yapped at us in alarm, the poor fucker probably thinking I was eating his mistress for lunch. Which, technically, I was.
“Well ahoy there, seaman,” I said brightly and he rolled his eyes. “Where’s our other fellow seaman?” “Stop saying seaman like that,” Fox said sternly, taking out his phone and checking it for messages from Chase.
I caught sight of Fox looking mad enough to shit a brick dressed up like a fisherman in a really bad porno. Like what would his bit even be? Let me come plunder your trout? I need to inspect your sea cave… No. Pass.
