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"Yeah I miss you too, baby. Can't wait to see you, but my boss is buggin so I gotta stay late and close up tonight. You know I'm gonna marry you one day right? Alright, see ya later bae. Keep that kitty warm for me."
The MetroPCS sales associate, clapped down the phone receiver and let out a fried sigh. The mall kiosk had been quiet all day, and he needed pussy. Cody wished he had time to shave this morning though, so instead he has had to work his Friday shift with stubble peppered around what is normally a precisely trimmed chinstrap beard. He scratched at the wifebeater under his purple and black polo, making sure to keep only one button fastened so that that the fly girlies that walk by could see his new necklace. His girl, Sammie, got it for him from Jared for five hundo.
"Hollow rope 10 carrot gold".
She was so good to him when those allowance direct deposits came in. What would her old man think if he knew the money to help for college was going to the man giving his sweet little girl the best dick of her life. She was legal and she was all his.
"She loves to scream my name," Cody chuckled to himself and bit his lip. He grabbed at himself over his Wrangler cargo shorts and thought about Sammie. She was everything a guy could want from a girl. Rich. Sexy. All that. She always had her face done up. She always was dressing good and knew how to make that big ass and those big titties pop. Plus, she gave the best head in the county. She even had an OnlyFans, fifteen hundred subscribers. Cody was living the dream. All of the boys were cheering his name when he came around with Sammie on his arm.
The women weren't cheering Cody's name though. Especially not his baby mamas. One of them, Rachel, was always bad talking him. Trying to turn the kids against him. He never understood what her problem was. She never believed in him, not once.
"How can I fly to the stars if she won't even believe in me. It's like she thinks I'm not worth anything. It's so fucked up!"
He was still very angry with Rachel for not giving him the $10,000 he needed for a month of studio time to record his debut rap LP. She knew he was unemployed at the time and couldn't pay it himself, but she still wouldn't even try to help him out. Cody kicked his waste basket into the food court, filled with the remains of his Taco Bell lunch order, which sent brown chunk and plastic wrappers against the empty corner. The mall manager didn't like when he did that, but he seemed like the kind of guy who hadn't ever slung dick in his life. He would probably act like a bitch if he ever even got a half a chance with a girl like Sammie. Cody had seen him before work once, getting dropped off by his office by a woman in a black Mercedes. He assumed that was the manager's wife because they kissed before he got out of the car.
"What kind of bitch-made fag lets his wife drive HIS car? To work!?" he thought to himself.
Cody understood what it meant to be a man because that's how he was raised. That's why Sammie loved him. He could actually teach her things, and she was always willing to listen. In just 6 short months, Cody and Sammie's love for each other would go from 0 to 100. If it wasn't for Cody, Sammie would never have learned about nothing.
He took a quick look around to see if anyone was coming, and he quickly reached down for some personal over-the-pants hand stimulation. He needed to cum. As he thought of Sammie's thick luscious body in her soccer uniform, he came close. Almost. But the sound of a low rumbling hum alarmed him, as it was quickly crescendoing in volume.
Could it be a plane?
With just that thought, Cody looked outside to see a large man wearing a cape very literally flying at him. It was going in a straight line, smashing through windows, busting through walls. All of that just to get to him. Assuming this must be a cop, Cody started running, and running hard. But he couldn't outrun a man who had superhuman abilities.
The flying caped man picked Cody up by one of his cargo shorts and flung him across the main hall away from the food court. All Cody would remember was seeing the man fly toward him and a thumping in his chest which knocked the wind out of him. The super man then held Cody by his hips and kneeled to the ground in order to use his X-ray vision to kill all of the sperm in Cody's testicles. The angry mall kiosk worker felt a brief prickling sting in his ball bag.
"What the fuck are you doing, dawg?! I ain't with that shit, I got a girl, dawg!"
The super man punched, and Cody fought back as well.
"Tell me something, Cody," asked the mystery man, "why are you 25 years older than your girlfriend? And why are having sex with a girl who graduated high less than a month ago?"
Cody was not sure how to answer that question, so instead he started rubbing himself, "Well I dont know, she's my soulmate."
Ejaculate dribbled from his cargo shirts, down his leg, and plopped onto the tile floor.
The super man looked at Cody in disgust. He then picked the 43 year old father of 16 with 15 baby mothers up by the scruff of his neck, gave him a wink, and then uppercut Cody. Everyone watched as his body hurled into the air, and into space. As the temperature dipped rapidly and Cody struggled to breathe the thin air of the upper atmosphere, he took time to treasure everything he had accomplished in his life. He was really proud of not cumming too fast when he fucked Sammie doggystyle raw for the first time. That peach was so round and juicy, there would never be another like it. As he drifted off to sleep, his last words were: "I'm bricked up, she cheeked up, I'm comin to see you again Opa."
RIP Travis Dzirżyterg
June 4, 2002 - November 24, 2045
"I was conceived on September 11th, 2001 at 10:28am Eastern Standard Time"