TimeEnough For Anything

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This is only a STORY. It is completely ficticious and I do not do some of the things mentioned within. Nor do I recommend these activities to anyone. (Of course, since this is a fantasy, I seriously doubt that many have the ability to do such things). Enough of this blab...lets go to it, shall we?

It was not just another day in Jason's life. It was a day that would overshadow most people's bad days to say the least. Oh I'm sure many people have had worse things happen to them, but as far as Jason was concerned this topped the chart on his list of "times that suck in my life." A culmination of events in Jason's pitiful existence have all chosen this day to collectively fall on his head. Let me take you back in time briefly so you will understand a little better.

Jason was not an ugly kid growing up, nor was he considered good looking or "cute." He was by all measures a complete wallflower. He had a few friends to hang with, but none of them could be considered part of the "in" crowd. The few girlfriends he managed to hook didn't stay very long and were few and far between. Jason quickly gained the reputation of "horn dog" at school. He did not know much about the fair sex, and it showed.

On his first date he managed to keep his hands to himself for approximately 6 minutes before trying to grope his first feel. And oooohhhhhh what a feel it was. Her ass was undoubtedly the best at Mission High, if not in all of Greenville. She wasn't the cutest girl in school, nor the brightest. But when she would walk down the hall between classes, all the boys and some of the girls couldn't help but rubberneck and check out how those delicious buns swayed from side to side. And Jason's hand was now heading for a handful of what they all wanted. They were standing in line at the local theater so Jason figured that she wouldn't scream or anything.

His hand trembled as it crept closer and closer to the object of his desires. When it reached it's goal, his hand did not subtly brush against it. Nor did it casually caress those beautiful globes of ass flesh. No, Jason did not control his hand with his mind.only with his dick. The electric shock of feeling soared from his hand to the head of his stiffening cock in milliseconds.

Trisha was reading the billboard advertisements for upcoming flicks while trying to figure out why she ever accepted a date with this nobody. She figured that at least she would get to see a free movie and then make an excuse to end the evening early. She was pretty good at feigning a headache or menstrual cramps and such. She never expected this. Not only had her date grabbed her ass in a not so gentle manner, but he was not pulling his hand away. She felt a sudden clamp on her right ass cheek, and could feel Jason's index finger poking in almost to her asshole. And he was NOT moving. He had simply glued his hand to her ass and stuck his protruding index finger in as far as her white cotton panties would allow.

Trisha might have normally yelled at him or slapped him, but the brazenness of his attack along with the crowd of people standing around had caused her to go into shock. She couldn't move or talk while she stood there under his assault. She didn't really know this boy, nor did she care for him at all. She had only taken this date out of boredom and a desire to see this movie. For several minutes Trisha stood like a statue trying to figure out what the hell was happening. It wasn't until Jason began jiggling his hand up and down to bounce her butt cheek and to move his finger in and out like he was finger fucking her ass that she woke up to reality.

Jason was on another plane. He was totally unaware of his surroundings for the moment. His hand was on the best ass in school and his finger was probing almost inside her hot ass along with her panties. He was electrified by the first bit of female flesh he had ever had in his hand.

His stiff cock was dancing in his pants. She hadn't made a move to stop him and his mind was rampant with all of the things he was going to do for the first time in his pathetic life. If she would just stand there and let him feel her up, then he was very sure that he would score the big one tonight!

That is probably why he never saw the movement of her arm and didn't see the palm of her hand until an instant before it struck. It took a second before the pain registered in his mind, and even longer before the jolt brought him back to reality. When his head cleared he was face to face with Trisha and he only then began hearing the harshness of her words. He never quite understood all that she said, but soon realized that he was not getting any tonight.

Jason never really caught on to the fact that girls at least expected to be pampered some and warmed up a little before trying anything rash. In his mind, he figured that girls were people too and they probably want what he wants. Why wouldn't they? Wasn't sex supposed to be the most fun and pleasurable thing two people could do? He knew he wanted to be nasty more than anything he could think of, so he then also knew that girls would want that too. Hell, all the guys he knew talked about nothing else but getting into some girls pants. Jason could hardly wait for his first blowjob, first fuck, or first anything for that matter. So he didn't wait. Ever. When the rare occasion happened that he got a date or even an opportunity to get a girl alone, he was and octopus. His hands rapidly left his side and went immediately to a nice round tit or ass cheek for instant gratification. Of course, each occurance was met with almost the exact same result as the evening with Trisha. "Damn," Jason thought, "I need to either get lucky or start wearing a hockey mask for protection."

I suppose you could say that Jason was a dolt. Not very bright and very slow to catch on to things. School work was no exception. He was slow to catch on to much of anything. He wasn't really stupid and when he finally grasped some subject he did fairly well from then on. But the one thing he wanted the most..females..was the one thing he could never really "get."

Jason was still 5' 9" tall and weighed a chunky 187 pounds. Not a lot of muscle to his framework as he never was interested in sports or anything that required physical endurance. His blue eyes were set a little too close together, his sandy brown hair never laid quite right on his head, and his plump nose looked rather like one made from modeling clay and stuck to his face. He was the same size now as he was as a freshmen in High School and other than the ageing process that occurs with 10 more years of pitiful life, he looked the same in all respects. Which brings us back to today.

Jason got out of bed this morning at the crack of noon. Realizing that he was already 2 hours late for work, he made a mad dash for the shower. He didn't remember moving the foot stool to his only chair in the living room/bedroom/kitchen of his 2 room apartment to be 3 feet from his bed. Remember or not, it was there to trip him up in his haste and landed him flat on his face. The bleeding from his pudgy nose didn't take too long to subside, but did slow his progress a little. After doctoring his injury, he hopped into the shower and began to get ready for work. He only cut his neck and cheek once each and managed to spray hairspray under his arms before deciding he better slow down if he wanted to live.

Finally out of the house, Jason turned the key to unlock his car door and somehow set off the alarm. After 5 minutes of fumbling and trying to hide his embarrassment from the neighbors, he got the alarm off and started his vintage 1983 Pinto and backed out of the parking space. During the 7 mile drive to work, he began pondering his station in life. He wasn't really a bad guy and he never did anything to hurt or upset anyone if he could avoid it. He was actually considered a nice guy to the few who knew him. Jason's problem was sex, or the lack of it. He was well aquainted with all the popular forms of masturbation, and some of the not so popular forms. He could make himself feel good, so he knew if a woman would give him the chance, he could make her feel good too. He knew his fault with the ladies was that of loosing control. He tried his best to slow down and try to get a girl to like him. And some of them did like him in public. He was considerate and pleasant to talk to.until they had the misfortune of being alone with him for more that 6 minutes. That's all it took for him to begin loosing control of his hands. While pondering this and other facts of his life, and of course missing his turn off on the freeway, Jason felt the tears welling up in his eyes. The frustrations of his life, and of this miserable start to a day, were dropping him rapidly into depression. He had upon occasion considered suicide in order to escape but he lacked the courage to go through with it.

"Finally! The parking garage." It was almost a relief to be at work. Now he could concentrate on tasks rather than emotions, which suited him just fine. His custodial duties in the 30 story tower complex would keep his mind occupied for the rest of the day. Jason punched the time clock, deposited his time card, and proceeded to the basement to find his boss and apologize for being late. He learned from a co-worker that the boss had been in a closed door meeting with upper management of the custodial service who owned the contract for cleaning and maintenance of this building. Jason grabbed his tool box and waddled down the hall to begin the repairs on the antiquated boiler generator.

Knee deep in bolts, nuts, fasteners, fittings, armatures, and wiring the generator still showed no signs of burning or scoring and left no clues as to what caused the failure. As most mechanics and technicians will tell you, when you are frustrated and can't figure something out..the best avenue is foul language. It doesn't fix anything but can make you feel a little better for letting off some steam. "Gdamm sonnovvabitchin cocksuckinbastard!" he roared in his gruffest pissed-off voice.

"Are you referring to me?" came the voice from behind him.

The shock of being startled half out of his wits in a dark cool basement chamber caused Jason to jerk spasmodically and whirl around. In the process of his twirl, the toolbox lid contacted his left knee with a thud. "SHHIITTT!" was the appropriate response that flew from his mouth instantaneously. "Oh, hi boss." Jason grunted.

"Jason, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think I will be alright soon as the pain stops."

"Well, gather your stuff together and come to my office NOW!"

With that command, the boss scurried out of the room. "Crap. Wonder how much trouble I am in this time." Jason exclaimed as he loaded his tools back into the box and secured the lid. He headed to the office and entered without knocking. Jason's blood turned cold when he entered the room and saw the four people sitting there waiting for him. "Jason this is Bill Mackey and George Turnsdall, our company attorneys. And, of course you surely know Mrs. Doomblow from the second floor library." Jason certainly did remember Mrs. Doomblow. Grabbing her DD's behind the science fiction section had been the highlight of last week. Oh, he had begged her for forgiveness after she whacked him upside the head with the newest Stars Wars hard bound edition.

"Jason, it has come to our attention that Mrs. Doomblow is intending to file a sexual harassment suit against you and against our company. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"Sir, I wish I could say that I did nothing, but I am not such a good liar. But I promise you I will never let anything like that happen again, sir."

"Well, Jason, we have taken steps to insure that nothing like this will happen again. Mrs. Doomblow has graciously agreed to settle out of court, and for a very reasonable amount. We are paying her $800.00 to forget that this ever happened. She does not want the publicity any more than we do. Now, as I see it, $800.00 is almost exactly what we owe you in wages for this month. So here is the deal. You forfeit this months earnings to Mrs.Doomblow, and she drops the charges. Agreed?"

"Under the circumstances, I don't see any other way out of this mess. Yes, I agree to those terms, Sir."

The lawyer to Jason's right reached into his briefcase and handed Jason the necessary paperwork to be signed. Jason grumbled inside. What was he going to do about the bills? He didn't have a clue, but he knew that it was much better than jail time. Jason signed at all three lines marked by the x and handed the paperwork back to the lawyer.

"Oh, and just one more condition Jason." the boss exclaimed. "YOU'RE FIRED!"