I was inserting my quarters into the Diamond pool table slots when you strolled by in the tight, mini-skirt and heels. Which, we all know, is the perfect pool playing uniform. And scene...
You noticed me looking because you said, “Ug, gross” but that was because your muscle bound man was with you. We both know the REAL deal (wink). Had you just never made eye contact with me this may have ended, differently.
It’s possible you looked because after seductively putting chalk on my heavy pool stick I then, apparently, rubbed my face and gave myself a blue powder mustache. Lesser men might have called it a night at that point but I was just getting started.
It appears that after the third time my cue ball rolled under your table, the linebacker guy you were with became quite annoyed. What a tool. He overplayed his hand however when he tossed me clean thru the adjoining wall and onto the patio. Tsk, tsk.
Once I drew him outside with my hard, awkward landing and effeminate shrieking, LMPD’s finest and ridiculously overweight cops nabbed him and escorted your steroid raged companion out to whatever horse trailer hauled him here. And good riddance I might add.
I brushed off the debris, wiped as much blue chalk from my face as I could and approached your now dramatic, semi-crying, yet still ordering a beer, tight frame.
“Care for a some real balls to fondle?” I held the cue ball that your Herculean, interior decorator had tried to shove into my mouth between us like a valuable and well crafted gem.
“Get the fuck away from me you creeper!”
“Shoosh now. I know it’s not easy accepting the new Alpha male. But I assure you I will make the transition...well worth your while. Shall I rack?” I let the cue ball drift gently over your bicep and down the rest of your arm. Just like I know you like it. Which, is why I was able to block the first few punches you threw.
I felt, anticipated even, your motions. I knew watching all those Bruce Lee movies as a kid would pay off. Man, I even ordered the Nun-Chucks from the back of the Kung-fu magazines and got pretty good at them until I took out the turntable and broke my bedroom window and my mom confiscated them. I pretty sure if she would have let me be I’d be bigger than Chuck Norris by now. (insert devastating karate chop here)
But...It was the knee to my groin however that I did not see coming and by the time I recovered from that, you had wandered off. I kept seeing you point me out to the police who seemed to gravitate to me like groupies. So, I appreciate your concern for my well being.
I showed them a few moves and left there to go sneak into the forecastle festival downtown. That post will have to wait I’m afraid.
You should know that the thought of your bare knee against my racked bean bags has fed several intense masturbation sessions. I almost broke my personal best record yesterday for tossing off at work, which is 8 times. I did work in a 9th session but I can’t count it because I was in the Kroger parking lot on my scooter.
When your ready to have my blue balls crammed into your triangle which then is pummeled by my rod, hit me up.
N.
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