Queer Duck: January 2006

Monday, January 23, 2006

Cock Fight

I am glad to be back home after visiting Montreal. I got the chance to meet up with an old flame and do some bar hopping at night, and girly stuff during the day, which I won't get into detail because it's just too embarrasing. But it's funny what us Ducks will do just so we can hit the hay with a chick.

Wednesday night was probably note worthy to write about here. Me and my flame did some barhopping, and decided to stay in some seedy dive, because it was too cold to go anywhere else, and cab fare is just too expensive.

After a couple of drinks my hands were warming up, the Old Flame was getting more boistrous and things were all around pretty good. Up at the front of the bar was two obnoxious cocks who were completly drunk and hitting on every chick there. It was only a matter of time before they landed in on my Old Flame. There was no way I wasn't about t go down without a fight. I had another 2 days to spend here, and she was my free room and board for the week.

I saw them look over in our direction, and stumbled over, slopping beers this way and that. They pushed me aside and chatted with my Old Flame, she smiled and chatted with them, and I stood in the aisle shocked that they had the nerve to push me out of my seat.
I told them to fuck off, and they said the same to me. I pushed both of them and one of the cocks dropped their beers. This of course, set them off. There was a cloud of feathers as we all rolled around on the ground like it was some kind of lesbian mud wrestling contest. Since both cocks were blindingly drunk it was easy to beat the shit out of the pair of them.

My Old Flame and I left the bar, leaving the two cocks lying on the floor with their beers foaming all over them. I ended up with a gash on my forhead, and some kinky egg laying sex to make my booboo go away.

Monday, January 02, 2006

Suzy

Winter is barely liveable. I keep warm by going to clubs and picking up the chicks. Last Thursday I was feeling a bit peckish. Normally I satisfy my urges by taking a quick jaunt to the grocery store and visiting the frozen food isle. The chickens there generally come pre-stuffed, and I personally prefer the chicks who have a little junk in the trunk. I had decided that brisk evening that the grocery store would not satisfy my lust for stuffing.
I went to a little hole in the ground I visit often. The chicks are fun and easy, and know me by name.

Suzy was there that night, and she wore Poultry Seasoning. It was one of my favourite scents that sent me into a masterbating frenzy. She saw me and waved and smiled her big toothy grin. She was drinking a martini, or maybe a third, judging by the way she was standing. I stepped over to her, with the combination of her smell, our past, and my jeans rubbing on my crotch, I just about jizzed in them.

"Hey Scott, how are you doing?" her speech was well controlled considering she was wobbling a bit, I knew she would still be shaggable.
"Just fine, I decided to poke my head in and say hello"
"Oh really, just to say hello?"
I smiled, had I said anything, I wasn't about to get fucked this fine eve. Suzy was a little bit slow on judgement but she ate up the shy quiet types.
"Well, Scott, since you appear to have nothing planned this evening, call us a cab and we'll have a drink at my place."
"Sounds like a great plan" I said. I turned my head away so she couldn't see my shit eating grin. This was great, no frozen entree's for me today.