Cycle Erotic Fan Fiction: Episode One

I've collected a hefty assortment of crap over the years, tacky crap that I don't even know why I own. Well, I know why I own it. It's because I foolishly bought it during the excitement of having my own income, only to later find that houses and cars are expensive. A few years ago I attempted to get rid of most of it on eBay, but I still had plenty that I knew wouldn't sell. I didn't want to just throw it out and contribute to our already overflowing landfills, plus it wasn't completely worthless; someone out there would want it, they just wouldn't want to pay for it. Instead, I decided to host a contest, the winner of which would earn my crap. As the old saying goes, one man's trash can be another (wo)man's problem.

The location was the old insertcredit forums, where I was known as Cycle. The contest I came up with was this; write an erotic fan fiction about me. I figured it was win win. After all, how wouldn't want to write hot, wet, runny erotic fiction about me? No one, that's who.

Surprisingly, only five people accepted the challenge. I thought I lost these stories to time, but luckily my good friend Auntie Pixelante kept copies of them. To celebrate this find, I'll be posting one story each day until... I run out of them.

Let's start with one written by Nana Komatsu, a lovely lass who has since dissapeared off the forums. I don't think I'll need to tell you what a wonderful person she was; her fiction will say all there needs to be said.

Inserting Credits or: How I learned to stop playing games, and love the latex condom
By Nana Komatsu

Extralife was lying on his back, being driven into the bed by the thrusting of Dark Age Iron Savior's massive tool. He didn't know how much more he could take, DAIS had been going at his love hole for over an hour. The drunken samurai had already passed out, having been the recpient of a similar fucking before Extralife. DAIS' pace slowed and he took longer strokes moving in and out of Extralife. Like a car leaving the garage in the morning, only to come back because the driver forgot his glasses, and then his briefcase, and then his bag lunch, and then his parking pass, and then his security badge. Extralife could tell that DAIS was almost spent when he felt him tense up. He too was nearing his climax and he hoped he and DAIS would come together. It was close. Very close and then, he couldn't contain himself any longer and broke out with a yell.

"OH TOUPS!"

"What the fuck did you just say, bitch?"

DAIS was pissed now. Cycle got up off the bed where he was lying, having been blown off by extralife for half an hour while DAIS had been giving him the silver strawberry treatment. He'd really wanted to get blown by Nana Komatsu, but she didn't come to the IC meetup as she was still playing through a box of games he'd sent her for winning his forum fanfic contest.

"Come on DAIS, let him alone. We all know he's got a thing for Toups"
DAIS was still pretty dizzy from the mindblowing orgasm he's just had. Suddenly, the door opened and Tim Rogers entered.

"Hey boys, what did I... what the fuck is going on here?"

Tim Rogers had gone out for a six pack of coke and ended up backpacking through China to chase after a clerk who shorted him six cents change and then peed on his face while he complained. They'd slept together twelve times since then. It took him three months to get a plane ticket back to the United States.

"Besides DAIS," Cycle said, "we can always double-team old 108 here."