assignment 4

[crazy a]

It was 10:30 when he woke up. 10:30 in the morning, that is. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling. His dick was erect with the standard piss-hardon and he wondered whether he should jack off or get up and take a leak. Instead he did neither and just lay there, the thing hard and throbbing between his legs, a beast not knowing what to do with itself.

He rolled onto his belly and surveyed the room. It wasn't much improvement from the ceiling. His cock was aching, so he pumped his hips into the mattress a few times and that seemed to calm the thing down. It was Tuesday. Not that that meant anything. One day ran into the other causing a week-long wreck of days and hours. And of course the pile-up would get bigger. Months would accumulate, then years. And what did it mean to him? Nothing.

He got up, pissed, brushed his teeth, looked in the mirror. He hadn't shaved in a couple weeks. He didn't have a full beard, but what he did have made him look like a derelict. He thought about shaving, then was done with that thought. He found some clothes lying about, dressed, and went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge. 3 beers and various containers of food that he was reasonably sure needed to be thrown out. He pulled out a beer, opened it, took a hit, gagged. Why did he do this to himself? He didn't know, but he didn't know what else to do.

[Hannibal]

Oh my!
For some reason (perhaps it's my childish mind) I always find talk of erections to be hilarious.
And this was no different..

Always a pleasure to have ya drop in with a post Crazy.