Page 59 of The Fed Sex Man

Tyson

I often wonderedif I worked on my car to relax, or as a means of escape. For all practical purposes, the vehicle was perfect. Even so, I found myself doing something to it two or three nights a week.

Shawn handed me the ratchet. “What do you mean, ‘my shit was like a piece of spaghetti?’”

“Imagine holding a piece of cooked spaghetti and trying to poke it through a keyhole,” I explained. “That was my cock.”

He looked at me as if I’d taken a shit on his dining room table. “You were completely limp?”

I leaned under the hood. “As limp as a noodle.”

“Jesus, dude. So, you just left?”

“Not exactly. I had her poke a dildo in her twat. Told her to have six or eight orgasms, I don’t remember. I said when she was done, she could get up. Then, I just walked out. She didn’t know I couldn’t get hard. I acted like the dildo was her punishment for being a dirty whore.”

“Go back to the Ihad her poke a dildo in her twat part of that story,” he said. “How’d you wrangle that?”

“Acted like a Dom. I think she liked it.”

“What do you know about Doms?”

I tightened the supercharger pulley bolts. “Not much. More than you, I imagine.”

“Doubt it. Been reading that chick’s books. It’s pretty interesting shit.”

I paused and glanced over my shoudler. “What chick?”

“CD Reiss. I’m on one now called Marriage Games. They’ve got a place like a bar, and you go in there and hang out. All the chicks are submissive, and the dudes are Doms. If the chick’s hang-ups are in tune with the dude’s desires, they work out the details, go to a room upstairs, and sign a contract. Then, it’s ‘go time’. Shit’s crazy.”

“Doubt places like that exist in the real world.”

He shrugged. “Shows what you know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Already checked. There’s places like that in Dallas. Shit they’re everywhere. And, there’s munches that people go to. If they’re in the scene, that is.”

“Munches? They have muff-diving contests?”

He laughed. “A munch is when people that are into that type of shit all get together. Might be couples, might be single people. It’s a way to meet other people in the scene. That’s what they call their lifestyle. The scene. It’s like a party or a mixer. Might be dinner, or whatever. But it’s a way to meet one another. New people that are just as fucked up as you are.”

I handed him the wrench. “You think people with those desires are ‘fucked up’?”

“I think it’s cool, but they’re not normal, no.”

I took exception to his position. “What the fuck is normal? Poking shit up chicks’ butts isn’t normal. You like to poke shit up girl’s asses. So, I guess you’re fucked up.”

“Never said I wasn’t.”

I took off my rubber gloves and set them on top of the radiator support. “I think different people get off on different shit. When someone’s fantasy isn’t in line with yours, that doesn’t make them abnormal.”

He picked up the gloves and turned away. “Good point.” He tossed the gloves in the trash can and faced me. “Back to mister noodle dick. What are you going to do about that? That’s serious shit.”

“It’s subconscious. There’s nothing I can do about it. Live with it, I guess.”

His eyes narrowed. “Be limited to one chick?”

“For now, I guess.”