Even though others could not see it, Ty wanted to get rid of that pocket-dick's
goo. It was sticky, and smelly and ... well, gooy! Altogether nothing really
appealing. He knew of all those porns where women were made to swallow
that ejaculate and how they showed their pleasure and their joy, but he always
doubted that. How could one believe in that in the first place? There were
usually guys with monster dicks standing, wanking along, whilst the girls
apparently got off just sitting in front of them with their mouth wide open,
waiting to be sprayed upon.
"Just look at how sticky that stuff is!" Ty said aloud. "Goddammit!" He first
used some paper-towel, then used a wet one. There was no possible way
to get rid of it completely. He had to put it in the laundry as soon as he got
home ... "Oh Fuck!" he exclaimed ... he could just snip with his fingers and
his trousers would be clean like that. How could he have forgotten about that?
Ty snipped with his fingers and his trousers were clean and dry again. He
threw the paper-towel into the dustbin and washed his hands. "There was
no way any woman would really enjoy goo anywhere near her face." he
thought to himself. But apparently there was no idea too ridiculous to turn
into porn.
Ty dried his hands and stepped out of the bathroom. When he reentered
the café he could hardly believe what he saw. There were pocket-dicks all
over the place. Pocket-dicks jumping up and down in front of the customers,
playing hide and seek behind cups and sugar dispensers. One that was very
erect sitting on top of the book the student girl was reading and half a dozen
or more running up and down the floor. It was obvious that noone could
see them, but where did they come from? Ty had only brought two to the
café to begin with.
A number of dicks was rubbing themselves onto the floor, others were rubbing
at the customer's feet. One of the elderly women seemed to take notice and was
again and again brushing her feet against each other, irritated by a feel she could
not really fathom where it was coming from. Then two dicks sped up and were
running against each other and as they hit each other hard, they separated and
now there were four pocket-dicks instead of two. They were multiplying!
Then the door was opened and another customer was entering the café. All
pocket-dicks were turning around in an instant, rushing to the door, trying
to get out. Ty immediately snipped his fingers and all pocket-dicks vanished.
The elderly lady stopped rubbing her foot, there was no more pocket-dick
trying to please itself on her leg, but since Ty had instinctively reverted to
snipping instead of silent blinking, some heads had been turning around as
he had entered the room.
"Ahem, check please!" Ty said to the waitress with an apologetic smile.
By the look she threw him, it was clear, that she considered him a rude
customer who was snipping for service. But Ty was glad this episode had
ended so leniently. It was unimaginable if any of those pocket-dicks had