Star Ocean (All Series) Fan Fiction ❯ Quiet Times ❯ Chapter 1

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Daytime was almost over as the Expelian sun set over the distant horizon. Our heroes decided to stay at the inn in Linga. Precis went over to her lab and Bowman went to his home.

 

Bowman couldn't explain it, but he was feeling awfully horny that day. Celine's tits looked bigger than normal, Precis' nipples seemed to be just as hard and as pointy as thorns, hell, even RENA'S ass was jiggling more than normal.

 

Bowman was pretty hard up--after all, Nineh was at her mother's house because she wasn't speaking to Bowman after she caught him wearing her panties. That thought crossed his mind and he grumbled to himself, “Damn uptight whore…”

 

Another thing is that he's been fighting a raging hard-on all damn day. He grabbed his crotch and muttered, “Damn, I need to masturbate! The cream in my Expelian éclair is just DYING to shoot out!”

 

That's when an idea hit him. He smiled an evil grin and ran down the hill toward Precis' lab. As he was running, all he could think about was how lovely Precis' soft white a-cup booblets would look with a nice helping of his guy gravy slathered over them. However, when he reached her lab to sneak a few peeks at the young girl, he had a sudden change of heart.

 

He thought about his extensive porno collection. He also thought about how he almost broke his neck when he tripped over one of Nineh's dildos the last time he tried to get to his secret stash. Nonetheless, he had an interesting and very horny revelation—he remembered the robotic engineering course that he took up at Linga University. He stroked his chin and walked inside the garage, looking around at all of the tools and gadgets.

 

He carefully snuck inside and looked around for Precis—and there was no sign of her. Bowman was half disappointed and half glad of that. He shrugged and started looking around the lab for gadgets and tools that will allow him to set his plan in motion. All of a sudden, as if someone called his name, his gaze quickly went up to the top shelf, where there laid an old mechanical hand.

 

Bowman reached up and got the hand. He smiled to himself and said, “Ok, phase one…”

 

He continued to look and then he found an iron pipe bent at a 90-degree angle, a c-clamp vice, and an old mini-motor. The motor was broke, but he knew how to fix it. So, he took all of this stuff back to his house and got started piecing everything together according to his plan.

 

He connected the bent pipe to the mechanical hand, he connected the other end of the pipe to the vice clamp, and he fixed the motor so that the pipe went in an up-and-down fashion.

 

He quietly laughed to himself and he started hurriedly disrobing. He ran upstairs and retrieved his favorite porno mag and a bottle of petroleum jelly. He sat down on his couch and then he hooked up the vice clamp part of the mechanical hand-machine to the arm of the couch next to where he was sitting. He excitedly pulled out the porno mag, sat down, opened up the mechanical hand, lubed the inside of it generously with the petroleum jelly, and gently placed the fingers and thumb around his throbbing, leaking meat-roll and turned the machine on.

 

The mechanical hand slowly started moving up and down his penis as he blissfully sat, legs agape and breathing heavily, as he looked at his favorite magazine. This went on for about five more minutes before he just couldn't take it anymore. All the tits and all of the asses that he'd seen that day—Rena's sweet, young jiggly ass, Celine's wobbly tits, that one lady back in Cross Castle with those enormous football-shaped breasts, and now this magazine in front of him. He gingerly reached over and put the machine on a higher setting. The mechanical hand started moving with a more intense speed and after a few seconds, he started humping to the rhythm of the fist.

 

He knew that he was nearing blast-off. He whimpered to himself as he began to climax. His love potion splattered so high that he ended up giving himself a facial, not to mention that there was dick-spit all over his magazine, the couch, and the floor.

 

Finally relieved, he said, “Goddamn, that was good! Boy, did I need that!”

 

He came so hard that his legs felt a little rubbery, but it was alright with him. He said to himself, “Now I can go to sleep. Nothing like a good nut to get good night's rest. At least I know now that I'll be kicking ass when I get up tomorrow—but first, I have to clean up all of my nectar in case Nineh comes back suddenly.”

 

So Bowman cleans up and heads off to bed, where he has a good night's rest.

 

The End.