They thought they hired a Love Coach, but actually awakened and old mystical love Genie...An excerpt from my unreleased book. Ron and Terry are two successful brothers, who cant find success in love and desperately do not want to be the only ones in their family to be lonely.
Terry sitting at his desk about seven o’clock in the morning appeared restless hoping to finally get some sleep after a rigorous night with his buddies. Unfortunately, they weren’t hanging out all night at bars scheming on chicks; sadly they were studying for a biology exam. The night before, he planned my bachelor party, which consisted of his greatest hits porno collection, chips, dip, beer and some blow up dolls. Yes, the party seemed queer but it was the best my brother could do.
Previously, he helped me move out of our parent’s house into my new one. I knew Terry was tired and probably in needed something to relax him, something that would clear his mind and take his mind off his finals.
Terry closed his biology book and shook his head and sighed. He looked around and saw about five guys sleeping on his room floor, farting and scratching themselves in places not worth mentioning. He whispered to himself, I got get me some pussy or I’m going to die.
He thought about a certain girl by the name of Lilia Leon, a girl in his medical classes that he often fantasized about. He never made any moves toward her, he was too afraid and intimidated, knowing that she was too beautiful, for him. He thought he was too inferior for her and the thought of her beautiful superiority, turned him own. In the midst of his room, he sat back in his desk chair and thought about her standing on his desk in high leather boots, breast hanging freely with ripe, perky nipples, wilding a horse whip in her hands ready to make him submit to her demands.
He looked down, between his legs and saw his little solider rising from his pants. He could not get it down. Think about baseball, Terry, think about cars! He whispered to himself, to help him control his hard-on, but nothing worked. It was like he took a whole bottle of Viagra.
He stood up from the desk, his penis stood saluted through his jogging pants, and he commented to himself, all this meat I'm packing and no one to eat it. He stepped over his sleeping friends walking to the window and parted the blinds looking at his neighbor’s house across the street. He thought about the neighbor’s new wife and his eighteen year old daughter, wishing he could have them both at the same time, but they didn’t even know he existed.
Being discouraged about the thought, he tried lying down, but couldn’t go to sleep, so he watched television and it seemed that every channel he turned to had something to do with sex. There was a commercial where a woman was having an orgasm just by washing her hair, and another where; Victoria Secret models show cased a new bra and panties collection. Then there was a beer commercial where two hot blonds, were wearing bikinis covering themselves with beer, slipping and sliding in a kiddy pool, while wrestling.
Terry tried tucking his little soldier down between his legs in frustration. He changed the channel to a talk show hoping that it would help him escape the woes of sex. He observed an old man almost in his seventies walk on stage, and terry said to himself, good this is harmless, the old guy is probably talking about prostate cancer. So he thought. He later found the show was about women who are sex addicts and destroying their husband’s life.
The wrinkled old man was complaining that his sexy, gorgeous, wife wanted too much sex from him and he's sick of it. Terry being frustrated turned off the television; called the man a pussy and threw the remote at it.
He thought it would be nice if he could just whip out his penis and start whacking, but his friends were everywhere lying around sleep. Although he thought they didn’t hear the thud of the remote hitting the television; and they might not wake up to their buddy giving it a good whack underneath the covers, it just wasn’t cool. Quickly disgusted by his previous notion he looked down the hall toward the guest bathroom, which his mother was using. The other two bathrooms were being renovated so there was no privacy anywhere in the house.
Terry tried again to forget about sex, he thought about baseball and football stats, he even thought about the old lady down the street on the hover around chair, with her false teeth and droopy skin, but still he couldn’t get images of random women, with juicy lips, big breast, and thighs. He decided that he had to masturbate to relieve some pressure, and it had to be done with great urgency.
Terry had to think fast, what place would give him enough time to tackle his tackle berry. Then it was like a light bulb over his head appeared. Dad’s office-garage, He thought to himself. At that time Dad was at the Hospital dealing with patients leaving it to be the only place secluded enough to do his dirty deed.
So he grabbed his lotion, and a Hustler magazine, which he had hidden in the heat vents in his room and headed outside to the garage. As soon a he stepped out the door, the neighbor’s dogs were humping each other; he rolled his eyes in frustration and caught a visual of a cloud that were shaped like two women’s breast. He sighed and flung his head down disbelief and saw below him a group of bees that were doggy styling a bed of roses. His heart raced, and he began to sweat; because everywhere he turned there was something sexual around him.
The signs were clear; Terry had to release his frustrations, and there was no better way to do it than looking at his neighbors twenty-two year-old, blonde-wife, and his nearly eighteen year old brunette-daughter; who with perfect timing decided to wash their BMW’s in the drive way. Of course, they wore tight white tank-top shirts and of course there were wet nipple prints, clinging to the cotton blended shirts. Their legs were finely tuned by rigorous squats; skin perfectly tanned, and hair stereo-typically bleached.
Terry’s desire increased even more. Terry turned into a sex crazed Neanderthal; he couldn’t think, his pupils dilated his hands fidgeting and sweaty; the blood in his brain rushed to his penis and his I.Q less than 50. Terry was conveniently lucky his father’s office-garage was perfectly across from the neighbor’s house. Terry could see that hot young wife and the daughter playing with the water hose and throwing soap suds around playfully, from the garage door window. It was perfect; it was as if he could hear Marvin Gay’s song, Let’s get it on, in his mind.
Terry pulls down his pants and begins pulling on his meat, as he studies the two hot babes across the street, as their tight wet shirts cling to there tender breast and the soapy water runs down there smooth long legs. The laughing and the screams of excitement, as they wrestle and throw water at each other, brings him closer to his climax. In his imagination, he could almost feel the sweet taste of their lips, and smell of their sweet bodies.
He closes his eyes every now and again and pictures them in his bed, one riding him after another, as he with pleasure discovers which vigina is tighter, and which breast are most perfect. With all this running through his mind, he’s getting close to spilling his nut sap. His legs quivering and his eyes rolling in the back of his head and in just ten more seconds, he would be done and then maybe he could get some sleep. He’s whacking away, almost there, he could feel the elation reach its peak. He grunts, a yells the name of the wife as he gets bolder yelling obscenities and when he begins to burst his man seed all over the napkins he held, my mother opens the garage.
She is caught off guard as to what she sees, but as soon as she catches her breath, she screams with the terror… of seeing her son naked with his pants down around his ankles and penis in his hand.