The Story In Which Linebeck Is Not Arrested
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Category:
Zelda › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,594
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Story In Which Linebeck Is Not Arrested
THE STORY IN WHICH LINEBECK IS NOT ARRESTED FOR CHILD MOLESTATION: a SHAM love story.
(I apologize to all fans of "Bitches Brew". Seriously.)
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When night falls on the lonely port, caressed only by loving laps of an ocean that kisses everything in sight like a collegiate drunk chick, Linebeck makes his move.
First his boots come off, then socks, pants, and underwear, all haphazardly thrown somewhere on a dry space underneath the pier for quick access in case something goes viciously wrong. He wades into the freezing water with his waist submerged. His penis is not as big as it would normally be, he assures himself rather worriedly (shivering a bit while he's at it), but his love, his sweet, sweet, love will not mind. Or so he hopes as he approaches the S.S. Linebeck in an excited state of anticipation.
There is a hole in the side of the boat for the air, exhausted of all the pressure from the slave-driver steam engine, to escape, and that's his entrance point for the night.
Linebeck positions himself and gently eases himself into the hole, not wanting to disturb his lover excessively (though what a thing it would be to see her in such a frenzied state of passion as he himself was on their many, treasured encounters with one another!). He leans back and comes a bit out of the hole before thrusting his hard-despite-the-freezing-water penis back in. In, out, in, out, and a steady rhythm erupts into an exercise in jazz-fusion much like the motions of that glorious steam engine in a chaotic state of decay (normally he would fret over the engine, but as this was a decidedly different circumstance, he deemed it a favorable motion).
Just as he was about to reach the peak of his own bitches brew, he heard the rather un-siren call of a little boy.
"Linebeck," Link drawled sleepily as he leaned over the ship's railing. "Is something wrong with the boat?"
"Er yes uh I'm just repairing this hole, see? Nothing to worry about, so get back to sleep!"
Link nodded in the usual hypnotic fashion of someone clearly still asleep and started to move when he stopped. "Where are your pants? ...Oh wait, you're plugging the hole with your penis, aren't you?"
"You're just having a weird dream, monkey boy. Better wake up before it turns into a porno between us."
"Okay," Link yawned, and scuttled off to sleep.
Linebeck sighed in relief and continued his work patching up the hole.
(I apologize to all fans of "Bitches Brew". Seriously.)
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When night falls on the lonely port, caressed only by loving laps of an ocean that kisses everything in sight like a collegiate drunk chick, Linebeck makes his move.
First his boots come off, then socks, pants, and underwear, all haphazardly thrown somewhere on a dry space underneath the pier for quick access in case something goes viciously wrong. He wades into the freezing water with his waist submerged. His penis is not as big as it would normally be, he assures himself rather worriedly (shivering a bit while he's at it), but his love, his sweet, sweet, love will not mind. Or so he hopes as he approaches the S.S. Linebeck in an excited state of anticipation.
There is a hole in the side of the boat for the air, exhausted of all the pressure from the slave-driver steam engine, to escape, and that's his entrance point for the night.
Linebeck positions himself and gently eases himself into the hole, not wanting to disturb his lover excessively (though what a thing it would be to see her in such a frenzied state of passion as he himself was on their many, treasured encounters with one another!). He leans back and comes a bit out of the hole before thrusting his hard-despite-the-freezing-water penis back in. In, out, in, out, and a steady rhythm erupts into an exercise in jazz-fusion much like the motions of that glorious steam engine in a chaotic state of decay (normally he would fret over the engine, but as this was a decidedly different circumstance, he deemed it a favorable motion).
Just as he was about to reach the peak of his own bitches brew, he heard the rather un-siren call of a little boy.
"Linebeck," Link drawled sleepily as he leaned over the ship's railing. "Is something wrong with the boat?"
"Er yes uh I'm just repairing this hole, see? Nothing to worry about, so get back to sleep!"
Link nodded in the usual hypnotic fashion of someone clearly still asleep and started to move when he stopped. "Where are your pants? ...Oh wait, you're plugging the hole with your penis, aren't you?"
"You're just having a weird dream, monkey boy. Better wake up before it turns into a porno between us."
"Okay," Link yawned, and scuttled off to sleep.
Linebeck sighed in relief and continued his work patching up the hole.