InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hedonism ❯ Earth: Hojo, We Meet Your Wetspot Again For The Last Time For The First Time ( Chapter 21 )
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By: abraxas_ren 
(Hojo) [] S: A reporter who's doing a story about crimes within the Tokyo commuter trains, features the exploits of Hojo, the crazed sexual predator.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 545 | Visits: 739 | Status: Completed
(Hojo) [] S: A reporter who's doing a story about crimes within the Tokyo commuter trains, features the exploits of Hojo, the crazed sexual predator.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.14.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 545 | Visits: 739 | Status: Completed
"Earth: Hojo, We Meet Your Wetspot Again For The Last Time For The First Time" by Abraxas (2008-10-11)
"I'd like to be normal," says Hojo - a train enthusiast - "yeah, well, the girl I wanted chose a dog instead of me so…."
And with those words start a journey into ǀMetroLine only a few know about. A marvel of modernity turned into a universe of sick and twisted desire? You bet!
"dude, you're kidding! Look at me, I mean, you'd think I was normal?"
Indeed, this youth typifies the well-to-do of a generation. Above-average family. Above-average GPA. He's got the style of the would-be executive. Nothing warns of predator. Yet, all of what we take as fine and upstanding, provides anonymity to perpetrate 'one-stop-stands.'
"Look, it's about sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Male, female - everyone - we're consumed by sex. Sex and the thought of juices splattering. Men who want to bukake. Women who want to face-piss."
Shocked by the frankness of Hojo's imagination I realize the unthinkable is common within that world of shadow and darkness between commuters.
I ask (as I ask the rest) where the idea of rubbing against people originated.
"I remember when and where like it was yesterday!" He sits, arms crossed, legs spread. "I'd like to think it was a girl. Yeah, it was the first downtown stop. I was standing while people were coming and going. Minding my own business, you know, then a hand grabs my cock. Grabs and yanks and everything." He reenacts the incident grabbing and yanking and I cannot help noticing his growing obviously and unmistakably aroused. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just like it knew what it was doing. Then, the crowd was gone and I was alone."
There were a lot of girls when the train stopped that day but Hojo was too shocked by the contact to notice who could have been the perpetrator. Nevertheless he - like the rest - does not care if it was male or female. He goes out of the way to say he is open to rubbing against 'the right kind of guy'.
"Since I read this book of gay-ass poems I got a thing for Cowboys and Indians. Loincloths! Jeans! Yeah!"
But rubbing against women is what drives Hojo day to day.
"I love rubbing against the girls. I stand there and get so god damned hard. Sometimes I want them to see how it is now, see? But I'm not into exhibitionism yet. But, yeah, I get all big and hard and that's the best way to rub. 'Cause if it's soft it's innocent. There's no mistaking hard. So, yeah, I rub it against their thighs when we walk out of the train and that's that. The thigh's the best 'cause they feel everything, you know."
Stay tuned for tomorrow's follow-up expose - part two of a five-part-series! Follow Hojo along a trip where he rubs against three women and gets arrested after he ejaculates and gets identified by a wetspot. Later we find three young girls who gang-molest the men of the Seven-Downtown Line.
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"I'd like to be normal," says Hojo - a train enthusiast - "yeah, well, the girl I wanted chose a dog instead of me so…."
And with those words start a journey into ǀMetroLine only a few know about. A marvel of modernity turned into a universe of sick and twisted desire? You bet!
"dude, you're kidding! Look at me, I mean, you'd think I was normal?"
Indeed, this youth typifies the well-to-do of a generation. Above-average family. Above-average GPA. He's got the style of the would-be executive. Nothing warns of predator. Yet, all of what we take as fine and upstanding, provides anonymity to perpetrate 'one-stop-stands.'
"Look, it's about sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Male, female - everyone - we're consumed by sex. Sex and the thought of juices splattering. Men who want to bukake. Women who want to face-piss."
Shocked by the frankness of Hojo's imagination I realize the unthinkable is common within that world of shadow and darkness between commuters.
I ask (as I ask the rest) where the idea of rubbing against people originated.
"I remember when and where like it was yesterday!" He sits, arms crossed, legs spread. "I'd like to think it was a girl. Yeah, it was the first downtown stop. I was standing while people were coming and going. Minding my own business, you know, then a hand grabs my cock. Grabs and yanks and everything." He reenacts the incident grabbing and yanking and I cannot help noticing his growing obviously and unmistakably aroused. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just like it knew what it was doing. Then, the crowd was gone and I was alone."
There were a lot of girls when the train stopped that day but Hojo was too shocked by the contact to notice who could have been the perpetrator. Nevertheless he - like the rest - does not care if it was male or female. He goes out of the way to say he is open to rubbing against 'the right kind of guy'.
"Since I read this book of gay-ass poems I got a thing for Cowboys and Indians. Loincloths! Jeans! Yeah!"
But rubbing against women is what drives Hojo day to day.
"I love rubbing against the girls. I stand there and get so god damned hard. Sometimes I want them to see how it is now, see? But I'm not into exhibitionism yet. But, yeah, I get all big and hard and that's the best way to rub. 'Cause if it's soft it's innocent. There's no mistaking hard. So, yeah, I rub it against their thighs when we walk out of the train and that's that. The thigh's the best 'cause they feel everything, you know."
Stay tuned for tomorrow's follow-up expose - part two of a five-part-series! Follow Hojo along a trip where he rubs against three women and gets arrested after he ejaculates and gets identified by a wetspot. Later we find three young girls who gang-molest the men of the Seven-Downtown Line.
(500)