In Laymon's Terms

“Good call,” he said with a laugh, as he picked the flick up right at a high point. Valeria—her cleavage well exposed, the black, lace push-up bra just barely able to hold her tits—had her fiery red lips wrapped around the purple, blood-engorged dick of some muscular and well-shaved dude. Her long black nails clawed his shiny, waxed chest as her head bobbed up and down.

Ronald reached into his robe, and began fondling his squeaky clean balls. His cock sprung up from the visual stimulation, coupled with the touch of his familiar hand. He rubbed it lightly, then more fiercely. Valeria was taking this guy’s ten-inch dick like a pro, Lord knows she could devour his six incher.

Ronald’s cock was getting firmer and firmer, his head enthralled by the porn flick. Then, she did the unthinkable!

“AHHHHH!” the guy in the movie yelled.

“Oh shit, she didn’t just do that!” Ronald yelled at the TV as his hard-on toppled as if he’d seen his grandmother naked. But she had all right. Valeria pulled up from the guy’s lap and turned to the camera, grunting. His ten inches hung from her grinning mouth like she was a stray hound dog who’d found a rubber bone. The guy just grabbed his bloody, vacant crotch area and hollered.

“Enough of this shit!” Ronald said as he flipped to another station, wincing. He grabbed his cig from the ashtray, took another puff, and put it back down.

Teeny Tiny Teen Babes. Press purchase to view, the screen read.

“That sounds better,” he said as he pressed the purchase button with one hand. The other hand was stroking his balls gently, trying to get things kick-started again. Nothing cools a guy faster than seeing a hot chick bite a guy’s dick off!

But the penis is resilient! Ronald’s cock jumped back to attention at the sight of three barely legal babes: a curvy, yet petite blonde, a skinny brunette, and a redhead so ridiculously proportioned that it was a wonder she could even stand up, much less hold those fat titties up on that teeny, tiny frame. He whacked his shaft harder and harder, his eyes glued to the bouncing breasts and little asses.

His cock was at its fullest, and he was almost to the point of no return, when his eyes went fuzzy again. His physical joy was suddenly overwhelmed by an inner feeling of sorrow. His mind flew backwards in time again. He saw himself as a man in his twenties, married with two kids, a dog, and a house, yet still not satisfied. Still wanting more. Then, he heard the voice once again.

“I’m lonely,” it whispered.

“Jesus, can’t a guy even bust a nut in this hotel without being disturbed?!”

Ronald stood up, and looked around. Where the fuck was that voice coming from? Next door? He walked to the door, and opened it. The hallway was empty, and quiet. He closed the door and walked to the far wall, putting his ear up to it, listening to the next room. It too was silent.

“Where the fuck is that voice coming from?!”

He walked to the window, and looked out. It was still raining, and there were thirteen stories between him and any person, so the voice wasn’t coming from out there.

“This is crazy!”

Ronald sat back on the bed, and turned the volume up, hoping the sounds of giggling teens would drown out the whispering voice. The furry-chested, cheesy-mustached guy in this movie was having much better luck than the guy in the last one; he had the redhead’s fat tits in his face, the blonde riding him like Hoss at a rodeo, and the brunette’s tongue deep in his hairy asshole.

Ronald went back to slamming his cock. He was gonna blow his wad in this fucking room if it was the last load he ever blew! He groaned as if taking a ferocious shit—his face turning red, his cock getting sore from the friction.

The girls kept on giggling as they switched places. The redhead got down and rubbed the guy’s nuts with her beach ball tits and the blonde began massaging his ass and back. The tiny brunette hopped on top and tongue-kissed him—he must have tasted his own smelly bunghole, but hey, he didn’t seem to mind.

“This is truly raunchy,” he said with a sinister smile, while whacking harder and harder, determined to cum.

Instead of getting lost in the passion of his own hand, he felt his eyes water. The voice spoke again. “I’m lonely,” it said.

“Shut up!” Ronald said, not breaking his pace with one hand, turning the volume up on the remote with the other.

“I’m so lonely,” the room said again.

His eyes were fuzzy and he could no longer see the porn flick. In his head were sights of his wife. The last good fuck they had was years ago. Things just deteriorated, him on the road all the time. He wished she’d give him one more chance to make things right. He missed her. He missed his kids. He missed his dog. He missed his house. He missed his life. Ronald was alone.

“I’m oh so very lonely,” the room whined.