useless bum
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Well, English isn't my native language. Feel free to make changes:
Part 1:
I live in a rural part of a small town. Yould could call it a cow town. But for the size of the town, there are lots of incidents. Maybe this is because the town is right next to a major city. That was why I started to listen to polce scanner. I collect mementos from the accidents, but I never imagined what I would come across.
I came back from work after 5:00pm, and went for jogging about half an hour. I made a quick dinner, and had a few drinks. I finished the DVD I rent the day before, and there was not much going on. So I casually flipped the swtich of the scanner to see what was going on. The sun was getting dim, but it was not that dark yet.
As soon as I turned the scanner on and adjusted a little, I heard an officer reporting of a motorcycle chase. My scanner is nothing fancy, so I could barely hear voices of the pursuing officer. I am not sure what evidence they had, but it sounded like the officer was chasing a guy on a stolen silver motorcycle. It seemed the guy on a motorcycle was pulling ahead of the officer.
As I mentioned, the scanner is barely audible. It did sound like, they were headling toward my house, but I was not too sure. Then I heard a faint sound of whinning crotch rocket, and police cruiser a few seconds later. I stood up, grabbed a camera and turned its video mode on just in case, and headed toward the door. The motorcyclist must have turned off the head lights because I could see headlights of the cruiser far away, but not motorcycle’s. But the roar was getting louder and louder. The motorcyclist decided to take a left curve and before I knew it, he lost control, and thrown against a tree. Woa! My heart was pumping like it had never been. I was just standing at the porch because this was all blur and never expected anything like this. I wondered what happened to the guy, but frankly, I was more concerned about the police investigation on my property.
The silen of poilce cruiser became lounder and lounder as it approached my house. To my surprise, it took a right curve, and did not seem to ever come back. At any rate, I decided to investigate what happened to the guy on a motorcycle.
There. He was laying about a foot from an oak tree. He did lose control of the silver Suzuki GSX-R 1000, but the bike was not severely damaged. I stopped the engine. I did see the Nazi helmet half way between the Gixxer and the squid. It must have flown away when the motorcycle ejected him. I also saw a NY Mets baseball cap. As I walked toward the squid, I noticed he was twitching rather violently. I remembered that I just cleaned all tools and equipment for deer processing in the shed before the hunting season.
Upon inspection, I found the squid’s face was smeared with his blood. I also saw brain matter coming out of his nose, and there was a hole about 1 inch wide on back of his head. Damn! He was a lugged beauty with strong square jaws. Interestingly, he looked somewhat familar to me. But I had to remove him from the spot quick, so I grabbed his tattoo covered mascuilne arms, and dragged to the shed behind the oak tree. Inside the shed, I grabbed a blue tarp and layed it under the barely alive squid. I almost felt like shooting by the whole sequence of event, the chance of owning dead squid and using it, but I also had to remove the motorcycle from the site. Fortunately, there was a little debris and it was not difficult to pick up the silver Gixxer, and hide it inside the shed.
Before I pulled the squid’s jeans down to his knee, I checked the pocket contents. I wanted to know the name of my meal-to-be. Jake. That’s a pretty hot posery name for a squid. I almost did not, but I was glad to check the front pocket. I found individually packed powdery substance. So this dying tattoo covered piece of shit on a stolen crotch rocket was also dealing. Again, I almost felt like shooting cum because of all of this, and things just kept getting hotter and hotter.
I finally moved on to pulling jeans down, I saw a semi erect dick. He was not wearing underwear, and the crotch area of the jeans was visibly wet with pre-cum. I heard some dudes get pleasure out of challenging authority, and evidently, this squid also enjoyed being in a chase, probably laughing at slow, stupid pigs.
He was still twitching, but it was not as violently as it was before. I realized the time had come. I put some poweder on my tool. I had never done drug, so I did not know what kind it was or yet alone the right amount that I should use. I guess he was still not dead yet because his asshole somewhat refused to be penetrated. After trying a few more times, I finally invaded inside of the squid’s ass. I could hump Jake, but I stayed just inside of the squid while twiching continued. I could tell Jake the squid really liked to be fucked because I noticed his semi-erect was now fully erect. His pierced nipples also engorged. I just gently embraced my encounter with the hot theiving stud, smelling the body, blood, and shit. I kissed the squid, tasted saliva and blood, and then I moved onto his brain leaking nose. My own brain was consumed with euphoria by being inside of a hot tattooed criminal biker’s shithole, feeling his warm dick on my belly, tasting his blood and brain. Well, I could not control myself any more, and I finally humped as I stroked Jake’s humomgous dick. That apparently did have an effect on him. His shithole tightned up and started to violently shoot a massive amount of his last cum which covered his chest. After shooting cum, his shithole started to loose up. I felt something warm and stinky started to come out as well. Jake’s head dropped a little and I knew he was a goner.
I pulled out my dick and decided to inspect Jake’s shithole. Shit was still coming out of the pink shithole very, very slowly. I pushed his belly to excrete more shit out of his shithole. His tight six-pack was covered with milky cum with a particular sheen. There was no reason to waste these presents from Jake, so I grabbed zipper-lock bags. I first scraped cum out of his hairy body and carefully transferred it to the bag. His shit was a little easier to gather because it was firm. After giving his belly a few more push, I made sure no more shit was coming out of Jake’s shithole.
Part 1:
I live in a rural part of a small town. Yould could call it a cow town. But for the size of the town, there are lots of incidents. Maybe this is because the town is right next to a major city. That was why I started to listen to polce scanner. I collect mementos from the accidents, but I never imagined what I would come across.
I came back from work after 5:00pm, and went for jogging about half an hour. I made a quick dinner, and had a few drinks. I finished the DVD I rent the day before, and there was not much going on. So I casually flipped the swtich of the scanner to see what was going on. The sun was getting dim, but it was not that dark yet.
As soon as I turned the scanner on and adjusted a little, I heard an officer reporting of a motorcycle chase. My scanner is nothing fancy, so I could barely hear voices of the pursuing officer. I am not sure what evidence they had, but it sounded like the officer was chasing a guy on a stolen silver motorcycle. It seemed the guy on a motorcycle was pulling ahead of the officer.
As I mentioned, the scanner is barely audible. It did sound like, they were headling toward my house, but I was not too sure. Then I heard a faint sound of whinning crotch rocket, and police cruiser a few seconds later. I stood up, grabbed a camera and turned its video mode on just in case, and headed toward the door. The motorcyclist must have turned off the head lights because I could see headlights of the cruiser far away, but not motorcycle’s. But the roar was getting louder and louder. The motorcyclist decided to take a left curve and before I knew it, he lost control, and thrown against a tree. Woa! My heart was pumping like it had never been. I was just standing at the porch because this was all blur and never expected anything like this. I wondered what happened to the guy, but frankly, I was more concerned about the police investigation on my property.
The silen of poilce cruiser became lounder and lounder as it approached my house. To my surprise, it took a right curve, and did not seem to ever come back. At any rate, I decided to investigate what happened to the guy on a motorcycle.
There. He was laying about a foot from an oak tree. He did lose control of the silver Suzuki GSX-R 1000, but the bike was not severely damaged. I stopped the engine. I did see the Nazi helmet half way between the Gixxer and the squid. It must have flown away when the motorcycle ejected him. I also saw a NY Mets baseball cap. As I walked toward the squid, I noticed he was twitching rather violently. I remembered that I just cleaned all tools and equipment for deer processing in the shed before the hunting season.
Upon inspection, I found the squid’s face was smeared with his blood. I also saw brain matter coming out of his nose, and there was a hole about 1 inch wide on back of his head. Damn! He was a lugged beauty with strong square jaws. Interestingly, he looked somewhat familar to me. But I had to remove him from the spot quick, so I grabbed his tattoo covered mascuilne arms, and dragged to the shed behind the oak tree. Inside the shed, I grabbed a blue tarp and layed it under the barely alive squid. I almost felt like shooting by the whole sequence of event, the chance of owning dead squid and using it, but I also had to remove the motorcycle from the site. Fortunately, there was a little debris and it was not difficult to pick up the silver Gixxer, and hide it inside the shed.
Before I pulled the squid’s jeans down to his knee, I checked the pocket contents. I wanted to know the name of my meal-to-be. Jake. That’s a pretty hot posery name for a squid. I almost did not, but I was glad to check the front pocket. I found individually packed powdery substance. So this dying tattoo covered piece of shit on a stolen crotch rocket was also dealing. Again, I almost felt like shooting cum because of all of this, and things just kept getting hotter and hotter.
I finally moved on to pulling jeans down, I saw a semi erect dick. He was not wearing underwear, and the crotch area of the jeans was visibly wet with pre-cum. I heard some dudes get pleasure out of challenging authority, and evidently, this squid also enjoyed being in a chase, probably laughing at slow, stupid pigs.
He was still twitching, but it was not as violently as it was before. I realized the time had come. I put some poweder on my tool. I had never done drug, so I did not know what kind it was or yet alone the right amount that I should use. I guess he was still not dead yet because his asshole somewhat refused to be penetrated. After trying a few more times, I finally invaded inside of the squid’s ass. I could hump Jake, but I stayed just inside of the squid while twiching continued. I could tell Jake the squid really liked to be fucked because I noticed his semi-erect was now fully erect. His pierced nipples also engorged. I just gently embraced my encounter with the hot theiving stud, smelling the body, blood, and shit. I kissed the squid, tasted saliva and blood, and then I moved onto his brain leaking nose. My own brain was consumed with euphoria by being inside of a hot tattooed criminal biker’s shithole, feeling his warm dick on my belly, tasting his blood and brain. Well, I could not control myself any more, and I finally humped as I stroked Jake’s humomgous dick. That apparently did have an effect on him. His shithole tightned up and started to violently shoot a massive amount of his last cum which covered his chest. After shooting cum, his shithole started to loose up. I felt something warm and stinky started to come out as well. Jake’s head dropped a little and I knew he was a goner.
I pulled out my dick and decided to inspect Jake’s shithole. Shit was still coming out of the pink shithole very, very slowly. I pushed his belly to excrete more shit out of his shithole. His tight six-pack was covered with milky cum with a particular sheen. There was no reason to waste these presents from Jake, so I grabbed zipper-lock bags. I first scraped cum out of his hairy body and carefully transferred it to the bag. His shit was a little easier to gather because it was firm. After giving his belly a few more push, I made sure no more shit was coming out of Jake’s shithole.
