Llance awoke in sweating. He scanned the room, it was an odd little room, totally unlike his own house. He peered to the the night stand on the right and saw that it was 2:08 am.
Llance had had a very long, stressful week. His 11 year old boy sex slave had recently passed away after Llance came home from Chippendales a drunken mess, and beat the poor boy. Llance knew what he needed at once. He was at the Nature Boy con, and he knew Roy Batty was right next door, probably still awake.
Llance had a long, muscle wrenching task ahead of him. His mission, if he is prepared to take it: Sit up in bed. This was going to be a bitch. This was the first night he'd have to muster the strength to himself out of bed, his little boy used to help him with that. "Franta, Theo, I need some help!" he screamed out, but no one came. He went for a first try, his torso became tense, he could feel his head turn purple, but no, he fell back onto his bed. This was going to be one hell of a night if he wanted to play crouching tiger, hidden dragon with his favorite Brit. He went for a second try, he could feel hid chest, his stomach, and his legs tighten up, he was almost there, his back tightened up, he was at a 75 degree angle, but, NO! Llance's body slammed back down on the bed, a failure, he was getting closer, but he needed real will power if he was going to got at it Roy tonight.
"Llance has been a naughty, naughty boy."
Llance felt his boat pop up immediately, that saucy British voice, it could only be Roy Batty at the door.
"Don't bother your sweet ass body. You be Pearl Harbor, and I'll be Japan. Just lay there while I blow the shit out of you."
Before Roy's last word rang out Llance was as turned on as he'd been in weeks. Since he bought his young boy a Boy Scout uniform. WOW! Llance pulled down his boxers as Roy got on all fours and crawled over to the bed. WOW. This was as erect as Llance had ever been, he could see the head of his penis popping out of his thick layers of pelvic and stomach fat. Before he could say "hot darn", Roy had lifted up his stomach fat and was giving Llance the fellatio of a lifetime. There was something incredibly sexy about Roy's bald head bobbing up and down, he couldn't hold his load for long.
"Slow down, Roy, let's make this last more than 2 minutes."
Roy lifted his face up, "Japanese bombers bomb away at their main target, American artillary fires back, must take 10 second break."
So, Roy was into role-playing, war role-playing! How odd. But what the hay, whatever floats his boat, because Llance sure knew his own boat was pointing straight up.
"Second wave of Japanese bombers come in."
Roy began to suck like no man Llance had ever had. Only this time, Batty was pacing himself, Llance could get into this. The timing of it, it was sensational. He half wanted to ask Roy where he picked his tricks up, but he was having too much fun. Roy brought his head up for a moment.
"Japanese bombers go in for the kill, Americans fire back with one last artillary load."
He brought his head back down, did a few tongue tricks, and wam, Llance exploded. Boy, Roy sure swallowed that down. Batty stood straight up, held his arms out like wings and shouted, "Japanese bombers must retreat at once." Roy left the room, leaving Llance in a state of Nirvana, he usually prefered a little anal after he got head, but after that performance, he wasn't going to ask Roy for a favor ever again.
Oh the bliss, the sweet, sweet bliss.
Roy stumbled back into the room.
"Llance, I've just attacked Pearl harbor with Japan's oral might. It's time we be punished. Please jam your American might into Japan's inner-most hole. You can blow a load into Nagasaki, can't you?"
Wow, this was going to be the most sensational night of Llance's life. But first he had to muster the might to sit up and get on top.
