One Hot Turkey Coming Right Up!

Dedicated to a hilarious neighbor, and friend, I give you a short story.

Trigger Warning- this short story contains sexual content with different meats- Hey, it is a thing! There is also Strong Language, and Mature Themes. Hang on to your seats! Here is-

One Hot Turkey Coming Right Up!

Mack was curious. Mack was fun. Usually he would dream of fucking someone, but on this night- a very special night, he went running down a flight of great big stairs that had killed people in their mansion, and he plowed right into that turkey. That special turkey his wealthy mother had prepared herself. He plunged into it all hot and bothered as if driven to do it at gunpoint by some masked stranger.

So, on Thanksgiving Day, Mack did not eat. He did not eat anything, and he cried, and cried as his mother, and the help ate his beautiful turkey. She was his first, but she would not be his last. He already missed the feeling the turkey gave him. She didn’t reject him as had happened with every crush he had ever had. Sometimes, just to check, he would spit in his hand, and he would reach into his shorts just to see, but no, his own touch did not please him. 

Location- One Hot Mansion.

Their mansion was ginormous, and had over three-hundred stairs throughout. Red carpets lined the halls, and almost everything was gold plated. Mack’s mother had won the lottery. It was the first time she had ever played, and she hit the jackpot. Four-hundred million dollars! Can you imagine?

An Actual Hand Written Note!

You light up our faces. You make us all laugh, so hard that I spilled my coffee carafe. Now, onward good kid. This is the end. I shall never see you- not once more- not again. 

Mack’s mother wrote this in her journal as she cried quite a lot. So many tears! Dehydrated, she decided to take a warm shower. As she prepared for her nice, steamy shower, she thought of Mack. A sturdy individual- intelligent, imaginative, and kind. Bashful, quick to action, and tender with glee was he. She was to take her whole bottle of illegal quinine tablets at bedtime so as to not wake up. 

As she leaned on her shower’s grab bars with her left hand, she strived to rinse soap out of her eyes with her right, but when Mack knocked on the bathroom door, it gave her such a fright. She fell out of her shower chair, and hit her forehead on the side. She had planned to end her life, but now it was over. As blood trickled down the drain, her eyes rolled back into her head. Dead on the spot was what the coroner would later say. Mack knocked, and he knocked, but he was too weak to break the door down. Frustrated as hell, he went downstairs, and fucked the Italian seasoned pork tenderloin. It was the release that he needed. He had cut his way in with sharp scissors. He made a six inch incision, and he had a wonderful time. He rubbed his nipples, and it was sublime. Almost an out of body experience. He did love that turkey, but he loved the tenderloin even better. It gave his dick a nice, and soft hug.

Savanna Samuels was one hot mamma. Oh yeah, baby. When she danced- you watched. When she grabbed her ankles and bent over and shook that thing- you watched. All eyes were on Samuels the night of the Christmas gala. All eyes except for Mack’s. 

As they brought out the Christmas turkey, Mack began to sweat. Could he possibly take it home with him for a nice romantic evening? He could not, so he became depressed. Then he heard a waiter call out- 

“Fresh fish? Fresh fish, anyone want to try out our fresh fish?”

This gave Mack an idea. A terrible, awful, but fun idea. 

“Yes, please!” He exclaimed, “ but can I get it to-go? Um, make that two?”

He grabbed them, and took them all the way home from the gala. Yes, he had just lost his mother, but, no, he did not care. Fresh fish!

Mack was so sweet looking, and so cute that his brother filled his stocking with spermicidal lubricants, and the good, thin condoms that came in the blue box. All that Mack needed was a good, and tight cockring to make things all nice and tight down there, so Danny took him to Persephone’s to get exactly what he needed. Exactly $99. Mack got just what he needed.

He said he had a girlfriend who was waiting to have fun, but, indeed, Mack had no one. He took his fresh fish to his room in the west wing, and then he started to fuck that thing. Over and over, so his balls would not go blue. He went to town on it right there in his room. Then a voice rang out, so loud that he shouted.

“I see you! I see you! Now get back to that gala, you dirty boy, you!” His mother said from the great beyond. “Ask Savanna out. Make me proud for crying the fuck out loud.”

Oh, this was the end, thought poor Mack. She caught him, and, yes, she did. Mack went to that gala, and had a good night. He asked Savanna out, but then something else caught his sight. 

A boar! It was a boar all done up and roasted. Could he? Would he be able to sneak it home to fuck it? 

As the cart came out for a huge presentation, Mack got his mace, and threatened the waitress. 

“ Give me the cart, now, or I fire!”

Then he pushed the cart all the way home, and took the boar, and he fucked it. Savanna did not see a thing. She just went about her evening. 

Boars were fun. Boars were tight. Mack slept really good that night. His mother let him be, cause she did not know what to do. She cried from above. She wanted to hit him with her shoe. 

Mack had given Savannah Samuels his number. 

“For a good night- call 479-0fright!”

You know what, I quit! He quit doing ducks. He quit doing meats. He started to eat lots and lots of sweets. Mother would want it this way. He thought. 

Savanna, Mack thought. Sweet Savanna. He had to check. He had too! The way she moved her body. Mack wanted to take it on home to fuck it. After their date at the movies- he tried, but he did not know she had cooked dinner with meat.

Savanna Samuels never had a chance. Mack removed her beautiful clothes. Slowly. One piece at a time. There were condoms, and vibrators, and lots and lots of other pleasureable items. So much so that Mack forgot his past. This had been such a blast. Perfect kissing and love making. But a roast caught his eye. Would he? Could he? Could he take it home to, well, you know…