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Slumber-time

Tick-tock did the clock so tock-tick till the elongated, eelish hands wrapped and winded to the hour of midnight. Ryan the redhead envisioned the detective once again. Symbolica (the Great Detective) flowed his nails (almost twice the size of clip-ons and these ones were real) along his own chocolate skin and onto his nipples (dark chocolate). "Fuck me, Ryan," the detective requested, "fuck me hard till I bleed." "Okay," Ryan responded to the empty air in the room as he reached down and gripped his own cock just below the mushroom-head.

Sinking back into the couch, sinking back into his mind, Ryan caressed the thick head of his brick-of-a-cock with his forefinger, maintaining his grip. He spread his legs out like a flower blooming and that got his tingling right. Rubbing his cock in his grip as if it were a pole in the forest, he moaned like the high note of a harmonica as he felt his adrenaline increasing with the gulping of his heart. First the clamping had been loose and laggard; now the clamping was as tight as a tiger's mouth grip with a rabbit and as rapid as an automatic in battle. Ryan thought of Symbolica's blood spilling and icing his whole cock and dripping on his balls. With his free hand, Ryan pinched his right nipple between the crease of his forefinger and middle finger. It seemed an outbreak of instruments came all at once: drums (one beat, two beats), trumpet (continuous "C" note), violin (smooth like buffalo hide on Indian clothing - "C" to "D" to "F" to "D" to "C" and back down), flute (as fluent as a case of the hiccups). As the volume of the music increased, Ryan's cock quivered as his whole body shivered and the fluid jumped out of the chute like ice cream in a restaurant machine. The vanilla cum dripped into the tangle of red hair around his cock, and the volume of the music decreased to nothing.

Ryan covered himself up in the blanket like a porked burrito and laid his head down on the pillow. He looked up at the ceiling and fell away into his sleep.

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