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Science Fiction » alt.startrek » John… *Shocked*!!!
| John… *Shocked*!!! [message #98449] |
Mi, 03 August 2005 02:33 |
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He awoke in the middle of the night sweating profusely, reaching for
something, he knew not what, and was immediately overcome with a
powerful urge to vacate his bowels.
He tried to turn the bedside lamp on but the bulb appeared to be
burned out. In the darkness, he fumbled to get out from under the
sticky blankets, managed to wobble heavily and unsteadily onto his
feet, frantically waving his arms like windmills to keep from falling
over, took a tentative step forward and tripped over his slippers. He
flailed, panicked, kicked, and stubbed his big toe on the leg of the
bed. Cursing and moaning, he sat heavily on the bed again, nursing
his aching toetoe. He caught himself wishing that somebody, anyone,
would come over and kiss it to make it feel better, but of course
there was nobody there to tend to his need. After a while, he
tentatively ventured to leave his bed again, and this time he managed
to stand up without mishap.
He cast a dubious look at the half-empty glass of water over on the
bedside table. It had tasted a funny just before he'd gone to sleep.
Bareass, with arms outstretched to avoid possible painful surprises,
he groped very slowly and very cautiously towards the blotch of
fuzzier darkness barely discernable on the wall, in what he knew to be
the general direction of the bedroom door. Once there, he hit the
bedroom light switch, Again, nothing. Must be a power outage, he
thought.
He tried the switch on the corridor. No light either. He groped his
way along the wall until he'd made his way to the bathroom. Inside,
darkness (light switch, again, useless). He waddled with growing
urgency towards the spot where he knew the toilet ought to be. Once
there, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite gratified in his
mind for having followed the advice of a friend, who seemed to be on
the know on such mysterious matters, to the effect that he might stand
a better chance of getting picked up some day if he did some
"sensitive things", such as putting the toilet seat down. Bracing
himself with one arm on the sink, he initiated the process of easing
his rather sizable butt onto the toilet seat.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt something soft and warm pressuring
against the tight ring of his anus. Panicking under the weight of his
situation (his center of gravity having nearly reached the point of no
return) he desperately tried to brace himself against the wall and the
sink. To his immense shock and surprise, two powerful arms closed
around his torso, pulling him in with a gentle pressure that drew him
inexorably downwards. His eyes bulged like a toad's as he felt the
painful stretch of anal dilation and, inexperienced in such matters as
he was, he feared some kind of imminent rupture or tear. Then,
gravity finally took over and, as he sank helplessly, inexorably
downwards towards the shameful fate he'd dreaded and feared for so
long, nine and a half inches of thick, prime Alabama snake slid
smoothly into the previously unplumbed depths of a very shocked (and
now thoroughly buggered, to boot) google-eyed John. The fat lady had
perhaps sung her last mournful note, but John Shocked merely squeaked,
knowing only that he had suddenly become somebody else's bitch.
Shockingly, he creamed himself with a heartfelt whimper.
As the hours progressed, more (but not much) would be revealed to him.
For the rest of the night, he was driven and buggered silly (a
condition from which, as his posts still clearly show, he hasn't quite
fully recovered) by the big, muscular black man dressed in his
tight-fitting Batman costume, if only from the waist up. The latter
said very little as he went about his business, but he did tell John
that his name was Goldstein and mentioned, quite proudly, that he was
both circumcised and kosher, even though he was only partially Jewish.
Although initially reticent, John found himself moaning and squealing
louder as the night progressed. Lastly, spent and thoroughly had, he
sank into a deep slumber.
When the light of morning filtered through the drapes and stirred him
awake, he found that he was, once again, alone. His secret lover had
gone back to Hollywood, where he belonged.
Although he never told anyone about it, over the years John would find
himself guiltily remembering that fateful night. Often, to his own
surprise, he would even find himself wishing for it to happen to him
again, but it never did. Seems that, having had his full pleasure
with him every way he desired, his secret assailant never felt a need
to return to him. Mortified, ashamed of himself, in the most secret
recesses of his heart, John continued to pin and yearn for the man who
had put him in touch with his girly side for that one night in his
life.
Meanwhile, life would go on and he would continue typing his scathing
posts, denouncing conspiracies he only half-heartedly believed in, and
half-suspecting hat the real reason he wrote such trite stuff was a
faint hope of catching his Goldstein's attention and luring him back.
But memories of the latter seemed to turn into the ever fuzzier shadow
of some half-forgotten dream as time went inexorably by and his youth
left him behind; a long lost Eden, fading in memory each passing day,
ever hoped for but never to be regained. And every time he posted,
before he hit <CR>, John Shocked sighed. His only consolation were
the more prosaic uses he constantly discovered for certain types of
conveniently-shaped vegetables and fruits, in the privacy and twilight
of his solitude.
Cheers,
Jaime
Right, hope you folks had a bit of a chuckle or two over this, or that
at the very least it made you smile. At worst, it probably sent good
old Franklin scrambling over to the shower to have himself a good jerk
(surely a positive thing). And with the usual friendly reminder to
all wise netfolk out there not to feed or waste any precious energy or
lifespan with malicious anger trolls, except to occasionally have and
share with other regulars a good hearty laugh at their expense, we are
now all too happy to return you all to your regular programming (heh,
it's been so long since I last played Porco that I'd almost forgotten
that it could be a little fun).
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| Re: John. *Shocked*!!! [message #98455 ] |
Mi, 03 August 2005 04:55 |
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The only Hate involved in this issue is the Hate that Hollywood Homosexuals Neo-Conservatives
possess for Arabs/Moslems who they want to mass murder not just in Iraq and Palestine, but worldwide.
Hollywood Homosexuals are the biggest Mass Murderers in modern society and their Hate for
Arabs/Moslems is destabilizing the whole world and hastening the world's possible descent
into World War III.
A 100,000 Iraqi Civilians have already been murdered in the current Iraq Massacre and the root
cause of the strife in Middle East was Israel committing Mass Murders in Palestinian townships
such as Yassin in 1948, murdering 100's of innocent Palestinian men, women and children.
This happened right after the United Nations Partition of Palestine ruling in 1947, in which Israel was allotted
a piece of land and their was a chance for Peace.
The Israeli terrorist gang leader was Menachem Begin, who was later elected Prime Minister by the
Israeli people, and thus the Israeli people themselves are terrorists and have themselves supported terrorism.
The Israeli people are themselves criminals.
In addition, when the 1948 mass murders by Israel occurred, with the explicit intent of causing the
Palestinian people to flee from their homeland and homes and property, the Israeli government
led by David Ben-Gurion immediately passed laws to Steal the land and homes and property of
the Palestinian Refugees who fled to neighboring lands like Jordan.
Israel did not stop there. Since 1948, Israel has stolen more land and property and mass murdered
more Palestinians than Palestinians have killed Israelis.
It is time that the United States said to Israel: "Time is up. We are not going to give you $4 Billion
of US tax dollars per year anymore. We are not going to give you those superior weapons to allow
you to mass murder your neighbors anymore. You are on your own."
The United States should be arming the Palestinians and assisting them in their struggle against
the Israeli aggressors who have stolen their land and property and homes.
This struggle should not end until Israel is kicked off all the land they have stolen,
all the Israeli settlers are kicked off the land on which they stole existing or built new homes,
and the Palestinians are awarded Billions of dollars to be paid by Israel and the US
in Reparations for these crimes.
Politics
==========================================================
"Jaime M. de Castellvi" <3cjmd [at] comcast.net> wrote in message news:d140f1lqk3perekf2vnl6ivl6dhsmnrsl1 [at] 4ax.com...
>
> He awoke in the middle of the night sweating profusely, reaching for
> something, he knew not what, and was immediately overcome with a
> powerful urge to vacate his bowels.
>
> He tried to turn the bedside lamp on but the bulb appeared to be
> burned out. In the darkness, he fumbled to get out from under the
> sticky blankets, managed to wobble heavily and unsteadily onto his
> feet, frantically waving his arms like windmills to keep from falling
> over, took a tentative step forward and tripped over his slippers. He
> flailed, panicked, kicked, and stubbed his big toe on the leg of the
> bed. Cursing and moaning, he sat heavily on the bed again, nursing
> his aching toetoe. He caught himself wishing that somebody, anyone,
> would come over and kiss it to make it feel better, but of course
> there was nobody there to tend to his need. After a while, he
> tentatively ventured to leave his bed again, and this time he managed
> to stand up without mishap.
>
> He cast a dubious look at the half-empty glass of water over on the
> bedside table. It had tasted a funny just before he'd gone to sleep.
> Bareass, with arms outstretched to avoid possible painful surprises,
> he groped very slowly and very cautiously towards the blotch of
> fuzzier darkness barely discernable on the wall, in what he knew to be
> the general direction of the bedroom door. Once there, he hit the
> bedroom light switch, Again, nothing. Must be a power outage, he
> thought.
>
> He tried the switch on the corridor. No light either. He groped his
> way along the wall until he'd made his way to the bathroom. Inside,
> darkness (light switch, again, useless). He waddled with growing
> urgency towards the spot where he knew the toilet ought to be. Once
> there, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling quite gratified in his
> mind for having followed the advice of a friend, who seemed to be on
> the know on such mysterious matters, to the effect that he might stand
> a better chance of getting picked up some day if he did some
> "sensitive things", such as putting the toilet seat down. Bracing
> himself with one arm on the sink, he initiated the process of easing
> his rather sizable butt onto the toilet seat.
>
> Suddenly and unexpectedly, he felt something soft and warm pressuring
> against the tight ring of his anus. Panicking under the weight of his
> situation (his center of gravity having nearly reached the point of no
> return) he desperately tried to brace himself against the wall and the
> sink. To his immense shock and surprise, two powerful arms closed
> around his torso, pulling him in with a gentle pressure that drew him
> inexorably downwards. His eyes bulged like a toad's as he felt the
> painful stretch of anal dilation and, inexperienced in such matters as
> he was, he feared some kind of imminent rupture or tear. Then,
> gravity finally took over and, as he sank helplessly, inexorably
> downwards towards the shameful fate he'd dreaded and feared for so
> long, nine and a half inches of thick, prime Alabama snake slid
> smoothly into the previously unplumbed depths of a very shocked (and
> now thoroughly buggered, to boot) google-eyed John. The fat lady had
> perhaps sung her last mournful note, but John Shocked merely squeaked,
> knowing only that he had suddenly become somebody else's bitch.
> Shockingly, he creamed himself with a heartfelt whimper.
>
> As the hours progressed, more (but not much) would be revealed to him.
> For the rest of the night, he was driven and buggered silly (a
> condition from which, as his posts still clearly show, he hasn't quite
> fully recovered) by the big, muscular black man dressed in his
> tight-fitting Batman costume, if only from the waist up. The latter
> said very little as he went about his business, but he did tell John
> that his name was Goldstein and mentioned, quite proudly, that he was
> both circumcised and kosher, even though he was only partially Jewish.
> Although initially reticent, John found himself moaning and squealing
> louder as the night progressed. Lastly, spent and thoroughly had, he
> sank into a deep slumber.
>
> When the light of morning filtered through the drapes and stirred him
> awake, he found that he was, once again, alone. His secret lover had
> gone back to Hollywood, where he belonged.
>
> Although he never told anyone about it, over the years John would find
> himself guiltily remembering that fateful night. Often, to his own
> surprise, he would even find himself wishing for it to happen to him
> again, but it never did. Seems that, having had his full pleasure
> with him every way he desired, his secret assailant never felt a need
> to return to him. Mortified, ashamed of himself, in the most secret
> recesses of his heart, John continued to pin and yearn for the man who
> had put him in touch with his girly side for that one night in his
> life.
>
> Meanwhile, life would go on and he would continue typing his scathing
> posts, denouncing conspiracies he only half-heartedly believed in, and
> half-suspecting hat the real reason he wrote such trite stuff was a
> faint hope of catching his Goldstein's attention and luring him back.
> But memories of the latter seemed to turn into the ever fuzzier shadow
> of some half-forgotten dream as time went inexorably by and his youth
> left him behind; a long lost Eden, fading in memory each passing day,
> ever hoped for but never to be regained. And every time he posted,
> before he hit <CR>, John Shocked sighed. His only consolation were
> the more prosaic uses he constantly discovered for certain types of
> conveniently-shaped vegetables and fruits, in the privacy and twilight
> of his solitude.
>
> Cheers,
>
> Jaime
>
> Right, hope you folks had a bit of a chuckle or two over this, or that
> at the very least it made you smile. At worst, it probably sent good
> old Franklin scrambling over to the shower to have himself a good jerk
> (surely a positive thing). And with the usual friendly reminder to
> all wise netfolk out there not to feed or waste any precious energy or
> lifespan with malicious anger trolls, except to occasionally have and
> share with other regulars a good hearty laugh at their expense, we are
> now all too happy to return you all to your regular programming (heh,
> it's been so long since I last played Porco that I'd almost forgotten
> that it could be a little fun).
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| Re: John. *Shocked*!!! [message #98458 ] |
Mi, 03 August 2005 06:12 |
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On Tue, 2 Aug 2005 19:55:25 -0700, "John Shocked"
<jshocked [at] hotmail.com> wrote:
>The only Hate involved in this issue is the Hate that...
..... John Shocked has conjured up in his ample spare time.
<mercy excision of previously dealt with material>
====================================
Botticelliano
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| Re: John. *Shocked*!!! [message #98459 ] |
Mi, 03 August 2005 07:30 |
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"maf1029 (©2001-2008)" <saxophone [at] saxophone.whereforeartthousaxophone> wrote in message
news:nug0f1ljulhav8n8t00hj9p0sofmhkilmq [at] 4ax.com...
> On Tue, 2 Aug 2005 19:55:25 -0700, "John Shocked"
> <jshocked [at] hotmail.com> wrote:
>>The only Hate involved in this issue is the Hate that...
> .... John Shocked has conjured up in his ample spare time.
> <mercy excision of previously dealt with material>
> ====================================
> Botticelliano
The only Hate involved in this issue is the Hate that Hollywood Homosexuals Neo-Conservatives
possess for Arabs/Moslems who they want to mass murder not just in Iraq and Palestine, but worldwide.
Hollywood Homosexuals are the biggest Mass Murderers in modern society and their Hate for
Arabs/Moslems is destabilizing the whole world and hastening the world's possible descent
into World War III.
A 100,000 Iraqi Civilians have already been murdered in the current Iraq Massacre and the root
cause of the strife in Middle East was Israel committing Mass Murders in Palestinian townships
such as Yassin in 1948, murdering 100's of innocent Palestinian men, women and children.
This happened right after the United Nations Partition of Palestine ruling in 1947, in which Israel was allotted
a piece of land and their was a chance for Peace.
The Israeli terrorist gang leader was Menachem Begin, who was later elected Prime Minister by the
Israeli people, and thus the Israeli people themselves are terrorists and have themselves supported terrorism.
The Israeli people are themselves criminals.
In addition, when the 1948 mass murders by Israel occurred, with the explicit intent of causing the
Palestinian people to flee from their homeland and homes and property, the Israeli government
led by David Ben-Gurion immediately passed laws to Steal the land and homes and property of
the Palestinian Refugees who fled to neighboring lands like Jordan.
Israel did not stop there. Since 1948, Israel has stolen more land and property and mass murdered
more Palestinians than Palestinians have killed Israelis.
It is time that the United States said to Israel: "Time is up. We are not going to give you $4 Billion
of US tax dollars per year anymore. We are not going to give you those superior weapons to allow
you to mass murder your neighbors anymore. You are on your own."
The United States should be arming the Palestinians and assisting them in their struggle against
the Israeli aggressors who have stolen their land and property and homes.
This struggle should not end until Israel is kicked off all the land they have stolen,
all the Israeli settlers are kicked off the land on which they stole existing or built new homes,
and the Palestinians are awarded Billions of dollars to be paid by Israel and the US
in Reparations for these crimes.
Politics
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| Re: John. *Shocked*!!! [message #98460 ] |
Mi, 03 August 2005 08:02 |
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On Tue, 2 Aug 2005 22:30:21 -0700, FRED CHERRY, posing as his new
sockpuppet, "John Shocked" <jshocked [at] hotmail.com> wrote:
>"maf1029 (©2001-2008)" <saxophone [at] saxophone.whereforeartthousaxophone> wrote in message
>news:nug0f1ljulhav8n8t00hj9p0sofmhkilmq [at] 4ax.com...
>> On Tue, 2 Aug 2005 19:55:25 -0700, "John Shocked"
>> <jshocked [at] hotmail.com> wrote:
>>>The only Hate involved in this issue is the Hate that...
>> .... John Shocked has conjured up in his ample spare time.
>> <mercy excision of previously dealt with material>
>> ====================================
>> Botticelliano
>
>The only Hate involved in this issue is the Hate that
..... FRED CHERRY posing as "John Shocked" has conjured up in his ample
spare time.
<mercy excision of previously dealt with material>
====================================
Dodecahedron
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