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Goggle Man

by Mat Twassel

Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel

Flash Sex Story: Sammy has an opportunity to interview the famous Goggle Man. But what should he ask?

Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Oral Sex   .

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Sammy has an interview with the famous Goggle Man by Dame Elisabeth Frink. But he is warned that he will be able to ask only one question.

“What if I ask him why I’m permitted but one question?” Sammy considers. He is afraid that the Goggle Man might not know the answer. Or might say something glib. Something like: “Cuz that’s all the time there is.” And then what? Like does your tongue freeze up like some petrified clam?

Who would have guessed that Goggle Man has a penchant for clam chowder? Sammy pours himself another glass of port and slices another couple of cubes of low fat cheddar cheese. He wishes there were crackers.

Come the day of the interview, Sammy dons his own set of golden shades. “You look so sleek,” Donna says before kissing him goodbye. “Good luck.”

“I wish I had a Vespa to ride up on. That would be so Italian.”

“Don’t worry, honey, you’ll do fine. Oh, and could you pick up some Kleenex on the way home? I think I’m coming down with a cold. Would you like a good luck blowjob before you go?”

“No, I’m— Maybe. Yes.”

Donna kneels before him, opens the buttons to his suit pants, and extracts his cock. Looking up at him with adoring eyes, she says, “Oh, honey, so nice,” and then she takes his into her mouth. Using her hand and mouth, she quickly brings him to climax. “Oh honey, that was nice.” She puts him away. “You taste good,” she says. “There’s only a small spot of cum on your pants. Hardly noticeable. Don’t forget the Kleenex.”

On the ride to the museum, Sammy forgets his question. The only thing he can think of is clam chowder. And Kleenex, he says to himself. I must remember Kleenex. But then, standing before Goggle Man, he remembers. It is as if the aura of Goggle Man has embraced him. He feels whole. And Goggle Man responds. He answers the question fully and with genuine feeling.

“Thank you,” Sammy says.

“Don’t mention it,” Goggle Man answers. “Oh, and two more things. Don’t forget the Kleenex, and make sure you spell my name right. You’d be surprised how many times I show up these days as Google Man.”

 
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