Sexually Transmitted

Prelude

          The porn industry, who wouldn't want to be part of that? All the sex you 
imagine, and you're payed for it. If you had the chance to get into this business, 
and turned it down, your and idiot... plain and simple. That was John's way of 
looking at it.

          John was a 28 year old male, skinny and toned. He was a fairly good looking
 man, who had long, girlish hair, and rarely shaved. It was all in fun, he hadn't much 
time to groom. Always on the move, having sex, drinking, partying and just having a
 good time.

          John, John Longcok... his name said it all. What a coincidence, right? No, 
not really. He had his name changed around the age of 24, a year or so after he 
joined the porn business. Four years in the business and going strong. He wasn't 
going anywhere, not for a long time.

          By now you must be asking yourself 'why?', or more importantly 'how?'. How 
did he get into the business? The answer was simple: If you are a man and as 
atomically proportioned as him, it's kinda hard not to be.

          You may hear guys talking about themselves, saying "I'm practically down 
to my knees.", but it's usually an exaggeration. Not in John's case though, 15 
inches, hard or soft. Kinda weird that it doesn't change he would say but 
when your this big, you can't complain.

          No girl could take it all. In fact, until he got into the porn industry, most girls 
freaked out about it, however that's just the past. Since then, girls would quiver at 
his name. All of them were looking for a shot to go for the ride.


On Set

          Thats a wrap the director shouted as John left a facial all over Angela. 
Angela was a 23 year old brunette with small breasts, but a tight, smokin' body. 
The average man would die for a chance to have sex with a girl like this, and John 
did it on the regular.

          Angela cleaned up her face, then her and John got dressed. While they were 
getting dressed, Angela stated how much fun she had. Me too John replied 
We should do it again sometime. Angela was shocked that he agreed, so after 
that she started getting up close and flirty with him and suggested How about 
tonight? John agreed, then took off.

Jackson's Hell Hole

          John sat down with is buddy Jeff Banner. Jeff was an older, sick man. He 
was in his late 40's, with short, black hair that was graying on the sides. He was 
smiling, like always. You could tell he smiles way to much by the wrinkles on his 
face that run up both sides, almost parallel with his nose. Sipping his coffee and 
squinting his eyes, he proceeded to ask John about his latest conquests in the 
porn business.

          After John made fun of him for being an old pervert, he proceeded to tell him 
about Angela. Oh Angela, a true beauty she was, but John tried not to get caught 
up in describing her. If he did, Jeff would think he might actually care about her, 
when he didn't. He couldn't. All the women he had, and kept getting, made him 
think of them like any other possession. In fact, they were as relevant to him as a 
plate. Not even a plate that he owned, but more like the plate on the table with his 
half eaten burger on it. The half cleaned diner plate, that was so old it had chips 
missing along the edges and stains that couldn't be removed, no matter how hard 
you scrubbed.

          Jeff leaned back while John talked. Stretching his arms back with the brown, 
empty coffee mug in one hand. Twisting his arms, to feel the full effect of the 
stretch, caused him to tip the coffe mug. This let some residue drip out and fall on 
the floor.

          As Jeff leaned back, he took a good look around, zoning out what John was 
saying. He already didn't like what he heard. So he took a moment to take in the 
surrounding diner. Noticing the stains on the tile floor and the wall paper peeling off 
where the walls meet the ceiling and the floor. How uncomfortable the stools at the 
counter were. The red covering of them ripped, exposing the stuffing inside. Then he 
smirked, noticing the only thing new in this god damn place was the coffee pot. 
They did make good coffee, and thats the only reason he kept coming back to this 
hell hole. 'Jackson's Hell Hole' is the name it went by to them, because of its real 
name 'Jackson's Diner'. Who was Jackson, they always wondered, but no one 
knew. Not even the workers.

          Just then, Jeff rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and slammed his fist on 
the counter. John, my boy he shouted What the fuck do you think you're 
doing? Bringing work home with you? John seemed confused, so Jeff explained 
how nothing good could come from mixing what happens at work with what you do 
in your free time. 

          Nevertheless, the plans had been made, and John wasn't going back on 
them now. The hell with what Jeff thought, this was John and Angela's business, 
and theirs alone. Jeff got him into this all and he appreciated that, but no, not this 
time. His experience far exceeded Jeff's, so it was pointless to argue it. John 
wouldn't listen, and Jeff knew this. So he told John to have fun, and they parted 
ways.

Waiting

          Seven thirty two the clock in John's car read. He had been waiting outside 
Angela's dump hole apartment for 15 minutes already. Fifteen minutes of his life, 
wasted. Oh well, what else could he do, but sit there, tapping his right pointer finger 
on the shifter of his car. His dark blue, done up ride. 'Gun metal' rims and ground 
effects to make anyone jealous, but he couldn't care less about them. He had the 
money and nothing else to blow it on. To be young and rich.... everyone envied him.

          That's when the sexy, shadow figure walked out of the apartment. I'm so 
sorry Angela shouted, as she then started sprinting for John's car. John just 
smiled and shouted back Forget it, we got a long night ahead. Angela then 
struggled to open the passenger door, but once opened, she hopped right into the 
smooth leather seats. John leaned over, gave her a peck on the lips, then started the car.

Home

          As they pulled up to John's house, Angela was shocked on how average 
looking it was. With all that money she said and that's it? John just went 
on about how he likes to keep a lot of money in the bank, just incase. The car was 
his one little splurge of money. She didn't understand his concept though, his car 
looked more expensive then his house, but she didn't really care. She was only 
there for one reason.

          As soon as they got inside, Angela dropped her purse and was all over John. 
They stumbled to his bedroom while making out and removing articles of clothing. 
He pushed her onto his bed then dropped his pants. Sitting there in only her 
panties, she leaned over and put her mouth around the tip of his manhood. He 
smiled as she went down on him. Slowly and ever so gently, he put both hands on 
the back of her head, guiding her head back and forth from his torso. After a few 
minutes of this, he laughs and said sex kills babe, and grabbed onto her head 
tight and jabbed his giant cock down her throat.

          She pulled it out as soon as she could and started gagging. Then John 
twisted his body sideways and quickly twisted it back, smacking Angela in the face 
with his dick. She fell on her back, still gagging and now holding her face, not 
knowing what was going on.

          As she laid there gagging and yelling at him, he went quickly into a small 
desk on the side of his bed and pulled out a knife. Angela stopped gagging and just 
stared at the knife, in fear. She whispered are you fucking kidding me? John 
just laughs as he then sticks the knife right into her stomach. Nothing can be heard 
but her loud shriek.

The Basement

          John drags the corpse down wooden stairs, to his disgusting, smelly 
basement. Halfway down them is when he stops, just to think for a moment. 
Tonight was a little different then usual. He went for the kill, right away. Normally he 
fools around for an hour or 2, but not tonight. Was his craving to kill getting worse? 
No, it couldn't be. He fucked Angela earlier that day and wasn't impressed, so he 
had no urge to do it again. That was the reason, or so he told himself. So he 
continued dragging the corpse into the dark, dark basement, where he hid all the 
others.

The End