Snow White
by adam
The world was a wide and wondrous domain. There was someone selling a
powder, a pill and a quick 10 minutes on every corner. It was a fine time to be young and
unconcerned with the goings on of your liver.
The crystal menth roared and the vodka was wet on young lips. The music
pounded like sex and the cigarette smoke was thick enough to hide and lay in wait in.
Amongst them all they walked a pale and vain youth.
There were three things that lent him his name.
The first was the most obvious and what turned the most heads and made
the most crotches ache.
He had perfect skin. White like an albino baby's arse.
The second were his eyes. They were so blue-white people frequently
guessed he was blind.
The third was his insatiable appetite for cocaine.
Snow White was a young and obscenely lovely blacked haired prince of
shite. All that knew him, wanted to party with him. Any one who didn't want to party with
him, wanted him under them naked and flat on his back, anyone who didn't want to fuck him,
wanted to be him. And most of those who wanted to be him, also wanted him dead.
Mostly his dear old step mum.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who has the fairest cock of all!"
The mirror mused for a while and watching the Evil Witch stroke his
considerably large and handsome flesh in his oiled hand. It would be difficult if not
impossible to compare to any in the land, let alone it's superiour.
"I am sorry," the mirror said, "There is one that is
even fairer than your own."
The Witch halted his leisurely stroking at once and sat up. "WHAT?" He tossed the bottle of Wet Glide across the room. "Who is this COCK, I demand to know! What cock could be more finely shaped, and grand as my own!" He clutched it possessively.
"WHy it is your very own step son," the Mirror announced, "Snow White!"
In a rage the Witch made a hasty martini and stormed to the telephone, yanking it from the wall. She made to speak to loathsome gentlemen.
The day was fine for a walk into the car park. There were rumours of trees beyond the sparkle dazzle of shattered glass and the prophetic drawings on the walls left by the maniac artists.
The forest on the fringe took him in.
Snow White was in a major need of a toke and the cool serene vista of nature seemed the best place to cook the rock he had scored from previous late night party.
He seated his black denimed and fine arse on a rock and fetched his pipe and zippo from his silverdark leather jacket.
A uniformed man appeared.
"Hello Officer." Snow White said upon seeing the often seen but more often forgotten bane.
The Police Officer brandished a night stick. "I am to bring the Queen evidence of you and your perfect cock's death!"
Snow White somehow grew even more white and put his hand over his balls.
The Police Officer approached Snow White and in no short order, sat on his chest, pinned him down onto the forest floor, ripped his black denims around his knees (like many fabled piece's of arse, he also wore no underpants) and soon had Snow White's fair cock in his hand.
Snow White whimpered at the feel of cruel cold poke of stick but the Police Man hesitated. For seeing the fairest cock in all the land so close to his face he could not help but take it's glory into his mouth and swallow it.
Many moist moments later the Police stumbled away, the sublime residue of Snow White on his face and in his mouth.
The Officer was awestruck. He pushed Snow White face down writhing into the leaves and pulled his fine white arse up by the hips. It was as glorious if not as perfect as his cock. He worked his night stick in and out of him until Snow White cried out so loudly the shy wood sprites that were watching intently took to the trees.
"I could not slaughter one as fair as you!" He declared as Snow White buttoned his fly and reseated himself on the rock while digging through his inside jacket pocket for a light.
Snow White fired up his pipe and choked on a drag.
The Police Man was passionate. "You must flee! FLEE! RUn into this forest and so the Queen may never see you again!"
Snow White coughed acrid smoke into his leather sleeve but nodded. "Kay?"
It wasn't long that Snow White found the charming broken down airstream
trailer nestled between two condemned buildings and facing a burning tyre yard. It shone
like a bullet, sleek and once upon a time airconditioned while the concrete stank with
heat.
He needed to score in the worst of ways.
Snow White ground out his cigarette into the heel of his combat boot.
Shaking bad, Snow White undid the front of his jacket, (Snow White wore no shirt) hoping what he did not have in funds, he could make up for in favour.
The seven homeless inside willingly took the young man in, gladly
feeding him coke and poorly mixed drinks. They spent time undressing him on the small
table they all shared, and marvelling at his pale hue of his skin, and his fair and
responsive cock. It was so miraculous it was still hard as steel after 2, then 3, then 4,
then 5 and finally 7 of the squatters took turns fucking him while another pushed their
cock past the pale rose petal lips.
The witchy Queen had recieved the grim packet from the Police Man with
glee.
He tossed the revolting parcel away. "Feed it to the poodles." He demanded eager to be nude and erect before his mirror again.
The Police Man gravely complied.
"Oh Mirrrorrrrrrrr." He called, pouring baby oil on his
stomach and getting to work. "How do you like me now!"
The mirror shrugged. "Sorry. I am afraid there is still a cock
fairer than thou."
The Witch Queen was annoyed. "What the fuck are you on about?"
Snow White's pale body appeared within the mirror, his alabaster
thighs spread, his pink lips parted in a groan, and seven men were attending him. And
there, at the centre of the fray, was the fairest cock in all the land. Even in his
jealously, the witch choked from emotion at beholding it's throbbing beauty as it leaked
pre cum in their eager hands.
The witch grabbed his cape and cap, and jimmied the false side off of
his mahogany wood paneled television.
He held up a bag that was almost as pure and white as Snow White himself.
The witch stole into the night.
Snow White answered the door exquisitely naked, a cigarette dangling
from his delicately hued lips, a warm beer in his hand.
Expecting one of his seven benefactors returned from a their usual
evening away of car jacking and slaving in the acid labs, he was surprised to see a
swarthy fellow, cloaked and proffering a small baggy of coke in their hand.
Snow White smiled, his heaven smile. "Why don't you come in."
As dawn came, the seven returned to their home, only to find their
prince still as death on the velour couch. White powder dusted his nose, and lay in long
even lines on the dirty glass coffee table.
Sorrowful they took his cold body to the alleyway and hoped no
Police came to ask about him.
Soon after, the seven discovered how to make X-tasy in their bathtub
and they all genuinely lived happily ever after....
the end