Jon

Jon is a man of great substance, and a teller of tales. Jon would sit on his porch surrounded by the vagrants of the world, telling tales of small butt plugs he maneuvered and McGuyvered in times of need; tales of the seedy underbelly of dildo factories, and tales on how to get a free hamburger on a Tuesday, to name a few. Men were jealous of Jon and women wanted him. They longed for Jon to satisfy them orally as Jon was known as the king of oral pleasure. When Jon performed oral on the lucky women… the geyser like wetness could be heard and seen for miles around. Unsuspecting people would feel drops of fluid dripping down upon them when on evening walks and while grilling burgers in backyards. In addition to the wetness felt blocks away, one could hear a ‘pop’ sound that can only be described as a wet hard hammer hitting a nail. The women Jon performed oral on were sent away after having been serviced. They were never the same. They spent the rest of their lives searching….. searching …. For that feeling again; feeling of explosive intense pleasure. Women would bring sandwiches to Jon and his dog a Charlie but to no avail. Jon would accept their sandwiches and then send them on their way. On warm days one can still smell the deli meat and the despair of the women Jon had turned away time and time again.