Chapter 1: Busting a Mcnutt
It was a cool August night, the kind of night where you are trying to sleep but the mockingbirds on top of the roof of your house are continually chirping and you cannot sleep and now it has become even worse because they built a nest and laid eggs and those eggs hatched and they had babies and the babies are also chirping very loudly for food but they can't even fly away so it is constant and you have become evermore tired each night as your creaking eyes slowly close finally to the sound of crying baby mockingbirds. Ronnie Mcnutt, a 33 year old and a veteran of the noble Iraq war, had just arrived home after a long day of work at the Toyota plant. He took a seat at his desk and stroked his beard, deep in thought. Ronnie had just broken up with his girlfriend Veronica, and it left him feeling lonely outside of his meetings at the Celebration Church. Ontop of that, he was becoming very sexually frustrated being unable to find a good release. Veronica's tight whore pussy was the only thing keeping Ronnie's PTSD at bay. The memories of running from smelly Iraq niggers came flooding back to him in a mere instant, and he began to sweat bullets. In an effort to distract to himself, Mcnutt quickly turned his computer on and began to mindlessly scroll through his youtube feed. He still felt trapped in his dark past until something caught his eye, a youtube thumbnail. It depicted a whale in a red shirt who reminded Ronnie of his ex from before the war. She was looking down on a bed where opposite to her lied an aryan king minus the black hair leisurely resting, his rugged features daring Ronnie to take a closer look. The bearded man felt obliged to read the title aloud.
"Trying To Cope With A Severely Autistic Child." The Vet was more than intrigued. He clicked on the video and watched as the hulking figure stood and relentlessly hit themselves on the head, responding in perfect cadence,
"OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!" Ronnie felt blood sprint through his veins to his cock like the fentanyl shot that killed George Floyd as Derek Chauvin tried to save him. It burst through his pants and sent his zipper flying akin to the shrapnel that killed a child in Iraq during Mcnutt's second tour. He ignored the repressed memory completely, for he was too hot and bothered by the aryan chad's lustrous antics.
"He's six foot two and he weighs 252 pounds. He can go through this house and just wipe everything out probably in ten minutes," Michelle Sheffield, mother of the greek god we now know as 20 yearr old Harley explained. The thought of Harley ravaging through Mcnutts house and kicking holes in the wall while screaming like a native 'American' aroused Ronnie to such a great extent that he began to furiously rub his seven inch penis without even nipple-play. Ronnie was a cutfag and this was usually needed for him to successfully ejaculate, but the power of Harley's sheer beauty was evident by the stream of precum gracefully flowing down Ronnie's member.
As Harley watched 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town,' Ronnie stood up and shook his ass like the nigger from Cuties so his pants fell down. He banged against his desk in unison with Harley banging his dresser, and his peen of steel bore a hole in the now crumbling desk. Ronnie rapidly began to fuck his desk and smacked against the wood as his computer screen shook. He rubbed his Mcnutts with his right hand and Harley started to hit himself again, exclaiming,
"OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW."
"FUCK FUCK. OH FUCK YES. IM CUMMING." Ronnie yelped. It was too much for him to handle and he groaned like he was taking the best shit of his life. Then the cum. It shot out like a drone strike except in a thick continuous blast, propelling Ronnie to the other side of the room like a cartoon character riding a fire hydrant. He bumped into the wall and fell to his back on the ground along with several family photos. He wouldn't stop cumming and the force of his milk hose had him sliding around the floor.
"FUCK FUCK YES YES YES. OH MY FUCKING GOD HARLY YOU LITTLE TARD FUCK. I LOVE YOU!!!" One last boom of cum shot out of Ronnie's raging penis and he was left panting and gasping for air like Floyd in his final moments. The walls and ceiling were completely covered in his love, and the moniter was paused on Harley smiling at the camera. Mcnutt lifted his head and stared at the screen, muttering to himself,
"I need to find you."
End of chapter 1
Authors Note: Thanks to pingu for the native 'American' joke you fucking fag.