Limited Hangout
Avery Sam
Limited Hangout
by Avery Sam
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by Avery Sam
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Lingam
Stand-Off
In the VIP
Weekend at Bernie’s
Friday the 13th
Twins
We Really Want You to Come
Andy
The Secret Recipe
Also by Avery Sam
Lingam
“Hey bro, yo, live and in the flesh. Make yourself comfortable.”
“Dang, still living the life I see.”
“Hehehe, what? Oh, yeah. I’ve been meaning to tidy up. So, how’s things going up in the big city? You been catching any games?”
“Nah, I wish. I was gonna try and get tickets last week, but this company I’m working for... oof, man. They’re driving us like rented mules. Making us work on the weekends and everything.”
“Aww, that sucks. Hey, help yourself to a beer.”
“A beer? At this hour?”
“Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere, am I right?”
“All right, but just one.”
“There we go. I know you’re Mr. Fancy Bigshot these days, but you got to have time for a beer with your bros. That’s, like, the law.”
“Damn, it sure does taste good. Been a minute since I had a cold one.”
“You see? Life isn’t all bad. So, other than your job, how are things going?”
“They’re going all right. But forget all that for a moment. Who was that chick I saw coming out of here?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, her. Stephanie I think her name is. Or maybe it’s Sophie.”
“Are you joking me, bro? You don’t even know her name? Whew, she was a smokeshow.”
“Yeah, she’s all right.”
“Come on, bro. Don’t play me like that. When I left, you couldn't get a date to save your life, and now you're hooking up with so many chicks you can’t even remember their names?”
“Ah, well, a lot’s changed, my man.”
“Well?”
“All right, if you really want to know...”
“Yeah! I really want to know.”
“All right. Check this out. I figured this shit out, bro. Hand to God. Works like a friggin’ charm.”
“Aww, man, more one-liners? Dude...”
“Nah, nah, not one-liners. In fact, I don’t even speak at all.”
“Huh?”
“Listen, man, I’ll tell you since we’re bros, but you got to promise me you won’t tell anyone. All right? This is some serious shit here, like shaman level magic shit.”
“Don’t give me all that. Just tell me, man, ’cuz I been in a real rut lately. Between all these long hours I’ve been working and the bar scene... oof, it’s been rough. Bars in the city ain’t like the ones here.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Instead of a bunch of drunk college girls, it’s all these real hotties. But they’re dressed up, you feel me? Real elegant and stuff. And they won’t even look at you unless you’re wearing a nice suit and sporting an expensive watch.”
“Ah, yeah, I heard about that. They’re all scoping out the rich guys.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s cool, man. That’s why you took that job. You’ll be making them big bucks in no time.”
“Yeah, I know. But in the meantime... know what I mean?”
“Hehehe, that’s my boy. Hell yeah!”
“So, you gonna tell me your secret or what? Because I’m ready for this dry spell to be over.”
“All right, well I can’t promise nothing, but this shit works, bro. Solid gold, my man. Solid frickin’ gold.”
“Come on, dude. Just tell me!”
“All right, bro, just hold your horses. All in good time. Okay, so it was late one night, and I’ve got a good buzz going, right? And I’m screwing around on the internet, don’t ask me where or whatever, but I find this forum where this guy is talking about all this esoteric eastern Buddha shit he picked up on his travels to the east.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeah, and so, like, I’m reading this shit, my eyes barely halfway open, and then bam, he starts talking about the power of the lingam.”
“Huh?”
“Lingam. Some kind of word for cock. You know, dick.”
“Right.”
“So this guy, right, he’s going on and on about how the cock has all these mystical powers or whatever. Don’t ask me. I was pretty messed up when I was reading all that stuff, but the one thing that stuck in my mind was that word lingam.”
“Lingam, right.”
“Yeah. So the next day, I’ve got this awful headache, I mean a real banger. So I was sitting on a bench in [redacted] Park, just trying to get some fresh air and shit. And that word lingam was rolling around in my mind for some reason. Started thinking how it kinda sounds like the name Liam but also ’lick ’em' too, you know? So, like, Liam and lick ’em.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Liam and lick ’em, I’m just repeating this to myself over and over as I’m sitting there on the bench, waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. And then boom!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean my dick started getting hard.”
“Huh?”
“And this wasn’t no ordinary boner, bro. This was like I just took one of them... how do you call it? Them pills old guys take so they can get hard.”
“Like, Cialis?”
“Yeah, yeah, that stuff. So it was like I’d taken one of those or something. My dick was just raging in my pants. And remember, I was just chilling on the bench all by myself ’cuz you know how I like to get some sun on my face whenever I’ve got a hangover. Makes my eyes hurt, but somehow it works, you know?”
“Yeah, I know all about your stupid hangover remedies. Tell me more about this lingam stuff.”
“Right, right. So where was I? Oh, yeah. So I’m sitting there with this massive boner, and for no reason. Like, I hadn’t even seen a chick all morning. I wasn’t looking at porn, none of that. Just started muttering those words and now I’m sporting a cock that’s ready to rock.”
“Right...”
“At first, it was just, like, you know, amusing or whatever. But then my dick was so hard that it was, like, painful all folded up in my boxers, know what I mean?”
“Dude, come on.”
“Hey! It’s important to my story. I promise. Anyway, so I look around, and there’s no one around, just some kids playing soccer way off in the field off in the distance. You know the one I mean? All right. So yeah, since no one was close by, I said fuck it, and I whipped out my cock.”
“In a public? At [redacted] Park? Not cool, man.”
“Hey, man, I told you, there was no one around. Place was practically deserted. Trust me, man, I wasn’t looking for no public indecency charge or whatever.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So yeah, I take out my cock, and it’s like a tentpole, man, just throbbing in my hand. Never had a boner like that in my life. Well, maybe when I was 14 and was sitting behind Amelia Richardson in class, and I’d get a glimpse of those little titties of hers when she’d lean forward.”
“Dude!”
“Right, sorry, hehe. Anyway, so yeah, I’m feasting my eyes on this gorgeous boner of mine, but here’s where it gets weird, right? So I’m stroking this two-by-four I got sprouting out between my legs, but nothing’s happening.”
“Dude, seriously?”
“Bro, just trust me, okay? This is important. Anyway, so yeah, I’m stroking my shaft, but nothing’s happening. It’s like my cock is completely numb or something. Frickin’ bizarre, you know? So now I’m like uh-oh, I’m in real trouble. Because if I can’t jack off, I don’t know what I’m gonna do because no way in hell I’m gonna be able to get my dick back in my pants.”
“Hehe.”
“Yeah, I know, right? I’m like a human tripod at this point. So I’m jerking and stroking and doing everything I can think of, but nothing’s working. I’m nowhere close to blasting off, but I’ve got to find something to do with this massive hard-on before some kid wanders over near where I’m sitting, you know?”
“Right.”
“So I tried literally everything I could think of. I spit on my hands. Nothing. I even tried bending over and getting the tip in my mouth. Didn’t work. I’m stuck with this foot-long erection while sitting in the middle of [redacted] Park.”
“So... what did you do?”
“I stroked and I yanked and I pulled on my meat until my hands cramped up, but nothing doing. Believe me, bro, I was cursing up a storm, let me tell ya. So finally, I just gave up. I didn’t know if maybe I’d taken the wrong pill that morning by accident or that wizard shaman guy had cursed me or what, but my boner just wasn’t going away.”
“Shit!”
“I know, right? So then I see some people starting to head in my direction. I was sweating bullets at that point because I thought maybe it was this lady with her kids, so I just grabbed that meat pole and forced it back into my shorts somehow. But that just made things worse, you know? Because now it’s sticking straight out, so I look like a straight-up pervert sporting this huge woodie in my pants, you know?”
“Damn.”
“I probably would’ve taken my shirt off and tried to cover myself up that way, but with my dick in my pants, it was just too painful. It was an acute pain, if you know what I mean, like being stabbed with glass needles or some shit. So I look around and see that the chick has gone off somewhere else, so I sit down and take my dick back out.”
Stand-Off
“This is nuts, man.”
“I know! Tell me about it. Okay, so now my dick’s back out, harder than ever, but at least I’m not in any pain anymore. So I’m sitting there, trying to figure out what to do, but I can’t think straight, right? Like, do I call one of my buddies and ask for a ride? That’s not happening, you know? What I need is a blanket, but it’s like 90 degrees in the shade.”
“So what did you do?”
“Well, I just sat there for a while, trying to think of shit that might calm my dick down, you know? Like taxes or rotting meat, that sort of stuff. It didn’t work, but it did distract me a little as I kept trying to think of, you know, ever more unappetizing shit. In fact, it almost got a little comical because I was picturing this, like, huge mountain of buzzing flies and garbage everywhere while this insurance guy was talking about premiums or whatever.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Anyway, I don’t know if it was the sun or all the blood draining out of my head down to my dick, but I kinda dozed off at one point.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Like an old drunk, falling asleep on a park bench with his dick hanging out.”
“Hehehe.”
“All right, so yeah, when I come to, I see this woman standing about ten feet away from me, just staring.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah. Except since I was all sleepy or whatever, I just sat there for a minute. Didn’t react or nothing. And she’s just standing there, staring at my Johnson. Like a Mexican stand-off or whatever you call it.”
“Right.”
“I’m sitting there, my eyes half-open, watching her, and she’s watching me. And when she didn’t run away, I just sat there some more, starting to get a bit curious, know what I mean? Like, what’s going on in her head, know what I’m saying?”
“Right.”
“She wasn’t too bad looking either. Had on this little crop top with a nice view of her tits. Anyway, so I just decided to play possum, see what she’d do. My hard-on wasn’t going anywhere, that’s for damned sure.”
“Hehehe.”
“But then boom, she starts walking over towards me. Now I’m wide ass awake, you feel me? Like, either she’s coming over to yell at me or something else is going on, but I just don’t know. I mean, normally, I think if a chick would see some guy sitting on a bench with his dick out, she’d think he’s some kind of perv, know what I mean?”
“Sure, of course.”
“But later, I figured it out, you feel me? If I’d been stroking my meat, she probably would’ve gone running off. But as it was, I was just sitting there, my arms resting on the back of the bench, not a care in the world. I’m as cool as a cucumber, baby. And, oh yeah, by the way, check out my massive wang.”
“Hehehe.”
“Yeah."
"Hey, hope you don’t mind if I help myself to another beer.”
“Nah, go ahead.”
“Cool."
"Cheers, bro. Yeah, so where was I? Ah, right. This chick is kinda inching her way closer to me, and I’m just watching her out of the corner of my eyes, right? Like it’s some kind of nature documentary or some shit. But the important thing is I am not moving a muscle.”
“Right.”
“So she gets closer and closer until I can see she’s got this puzzled expression on her face. Like, what’s this handsome guy doing out here at the park with his dick hanging out? His rock-hard dick, you feel me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And then boom! She sits down beside me. Yep. So now I’m sweating bullets for real, bro. Because I’m thinking, oh snap, maybe she just never saw that my cock was out, right? Like maybe she forgot her glasses at home, and she’s just sitting down next to a guy on the bench, not realizing I’m sporting some major wood.”
“Right.”
“So, like, what to do now, know what I mean? If I make a move, and she sees that my dick is out, she’ll freak for real, you know? So I just sit there, totally frozen. I can’t risk saying or doing anything that might draw her attention to my giant boner.”
“Hehehe.”
“Meanwhile, I’m praying that she’s gonna stand up and be on her merry, you know what I mean? Because every second is utter agony, bro, like, for real. I’ve got the biggest erection of my life, but I’m sitting next to this blind girl, and I can’t move a muscle.”
“Shit, this is nuts.”
“I know, right? So sweat is just pouring down the back of my neck. And I glance over, you know, just to see what she’s doing. Like, is she scrolling on her phone? Reading a book? What? But she’s just sitting there. And the worst part is she’s kinda looking in my direction.”
“What?”
“Yeah. And I’m thinking to myself, damn, how blind are you? You can see my shape or what, but not my dick? Friggin’ nuts, bro.”
“So what happened?”
“Hang on, I’m getting there. So I’m sitting there, starting to shake from the effort of not moving, know what I mean? And then boom! She reaches over and grabs my dick.”
“What? Get the fuck out of here. For real?”
“Hand to God, bro. So yeah, remember, I haven’t said one word to her. I don’t know this chick. Never seen her before in my life. But she’s got her hand on my cock.”
“Woah.”
“Tell me about it. So she starts stroking it, and I’m like, well, all right now.”
“Hehehe.”
“Yeah. Started off slow, like she didn’t quite know what to do, but then she started really getting into it. So now I’m like, woah, I’m sitting here in [redacted] Park getting a full-on hand jibber from some chick I’ve never met.”
“Nice.”
“Oh, wait. It gets even better.”
“Better?”
“Yeah, but hang on. Gotta drain the main vein.”
“Hey, you mind if I grab another beer?”
“Sure bro, help yourself.”
“Thanks.”
“Ahh, much better. Okay, so where was I? Oh right. This chick has got both hands on my cock, just going to town on my shaft. Felt good as hell, too. Unlike when I was whacking off earlier, her fingers were doing something to me, know what I mean?”
“Uh-huh.”
“So I realize I’m getting close to blasting off, right? And I guess she did too because all of a sudden, she just stops.”
“Oh, shit.”
“Yeah. And I’m like, 'All right, thanks for the assist, I’ve got it from here, ma’am.'”
“Hehehe.”
“But then boom! She stands up and slides off her panties.”
“Woah!”
“Yep. Panties hit the ground and then bam! She lowers herself right down onto my dick. Hand to God, bro.”
“That’s insane!”
“Tell me about it, hehehe. So now she’s riding my meat pony for all it’s worth. So at this point, I’m like hell, this is on like Donkey Kong, so I reach my hands around her waist and start helping her bounce up and down on my cock.”
“Woah.”
“Yeah, it was crazy. Maybe twenty, thirty seconds of that, and she blasts off. Just moaning and squealing and coming her brains out. I can hardly believe it, you know?”
“Fuck...”
“So she gets off a couple more good ones, and I’m starting to think, damn, is this my new girlfriend or what?”
“Hehehe.”
“And the best part was I could feel it, know what I’m saying? None of that numbness like before. My dick is back to normal. And pretty soon, I can sense the train coming down the track, know what I’m saying?”
“Right, right.”
“So I wait until she pounds off another good one, and then I straight up lift her up and set her down on the bench. And just in time, too, because a second later, a firehose of jizz comes flying out of me every which way.”
“Damn.”
“Felt like a gallon of the hot stuff draining out of me. Easily the hardest I’ve ever come in my life, bro. Every drop in my nutsack got emptied out right there on the grass as well as a few drops on the bench and on her, too.”
“Woah, hehehe.”
“Yeah. But she doesn’t mind, right? She just sits there and watches me blow a Mount Vesuvius, a big shit-eating grin on her face like it’s the greatest thing she’s ever seen.”
“Damn, dude, this story is nuts.”
“Tell me about it, bro. So at that point, my legs turn to jelly, so I collapse onto the bench. I mean I am drained, brother, down to the last frickin’ drop. I’m panting like a race horse and can barely move a muscle. You know how it is when you blast off a really good one.”
“Sure.”
“So then she leans over and starts sucking on my cock, slurping up whatever remaining drops she can get like it’s a pumpkin spice latte at Starbucks.”
“Hehehe.”
“Anyway, I’m too tired to do anything, so I let her suck my cock, which thank god, was finally starting to get soft again. Never thought I’d be saying that, but there you go.”
“Hehehe.”
“Yeah, so, she finishes polishing me off and sits up. My hands were shaking pretty good, but I can finally get my damned dick back in my pants, so finally I’m back to... you know, being decent again.”
“Right.”
“But just then I realize, oh shit, what’s gonna happen next? Like, I don’t know this chick. Is she high on drugs or what? Is she gonna flip out and realize she just fucked some random guy in the park?”
“Oh, shit. Good point.”
“Or maybe this was some prank, you know? Like, one of my buddies hired a prostitute or something. I don’t freaking know, right?”
“Sure.”
“But then she turns to me, and she takes out her phone, and she asks me for my number.”
“What? For real?”
“Yeah. So I’m like, okay. And she tells me her name, and I get her number on my phone. And then she says to me, ‘That was nice. Let’s do it again sometime,’ just like that.”
“Damn.”
“Yep. And then she stands up and walks off. Just came over to fuck and suck some random dude, no big deal, and now she’s off to whatever it was she was doing. Freaking crazy.”