Some Are Sicker Than Others by Andrew Seaward

lighter and took out one of the rocks and placed it on the end. As he mashed down the flint, the flame began to flicker and the rock started to sizzle like canola oil on a frying pan. He leaned forward and sucked in the vapors and almost immediately, the pain just melted away. His hands stopped shaking, his knee stopped throbbing, and the tentacles around his neck uncoiled their grip. Yes, that’s it…that was all he needed…just one good, solid hit.
    He set down the pipe and folded his hands behind him then leaned back in his chair and stared out at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit calendar hanging on the wall by the doorway. The model in the picture was tall and blonde with a pair of diamond hard nipples piercing through the fabric of her skinny string bikini. She held a slight resemblance to his middle blocker, Sarah, who was only eighteen, but looked like she was in her late twenties, with juicy breasts the size of watermelons and an ass so tight you could break your dick off in it.
    He closed his eyes and thought about Sarah bouncing up to the net in that tight, black spandex. Damn, she was so strong, so tall and powerful…abs so tight you could actually see the muscles flexing. He began to feel movement down in his crotch area as the blood in his head drained down to his dick. He had a brilliant idea. He opened his eyes and pulled his chair forward then hit the power button on his computer. The monitor flashed blue and the processor began groaning as the little windows icon started running across the screen. A couple seconds later, his desktop appeared before him, a picture of Larry and his two daughters as the background on his screen. God damnit, he needed to change that. He couldn’t deal with them looking at him right now.
    He quickly grabbed the mouse and double-clicked My Documents , which brought up a folder filled with all sorts of files. He scrolled to the bottom to a file titled Game Videos and double-clicked it. “Alright, let’s see what we got here.” He scrolled through the selection and eventually landed on the one that he was looking for— Crusaders vs Spartans_2000 . Ah yes, this was a good one. He double-clicked the file, which brought up the media player, then hit the play button and turned up the volume. As the video came on, he stood up from the chair and pushed down his khakis. Alright, let’s go…let’s get this party started…come on you little cock tease…smile at the fucking camera.
    He sat back down and hunched forward, pulled out his dick and stared at the monitor. The camera was zoomed in on Sarah’s nipples, which were poking through her sweat-soaked green and gold Catholic High Crusader’s uniform. She was almost six feet tall with a long, blond, braided ponytail that swung wildly like a whip as she dove for the volleyball. Her shirt was tied up just above her belly button so that every time she lifted her arms to block you could actually see the outline of her ribs. “Jesus,” Dave mumbled, as he hunched forward, pumping and pulling his now fully erect member. What he’d do for ten minutes alone with her. He’d give up his house, his car, all his savings, just to get in between those legs and wrap them around his torso.
    He grabbed the desk and pulled himself closer, then got rid of the glare by tilting the monitor. He took the mouse and pushed up the little green volume button until it sounded like the girls were right there in the room, grunting in his eardrum. “Yeah…come on you bitch…give it to me…make me cum you filthy little animal.” He clenched his teeth and hunched as far as he could forward as he thought about jamming his dick in between those young, perky titties. Yeah, he was almost there. He could feel it coming, like a fucking torpedo being shot from his dick hole. He grunted and gasped, pulling harder and harder, sweat like a sprinkler splashing down on the keyboard. “Yeah, come on you dirty whore. Give it to me. Make me cum you fucking cock