Icecream F*****

Icecream Fucker

Greensleeves - ooh, what a lovely melody! Music to my ears. Lassie on
an adventure. Gets me in the mood it does. Yes, fantasy's of the cold
stuff and sauce. Cor, to feel its shaft between my fingers. Ooh, to
lick it&;#8230;

God it's dull and townie in this town. God I look out the window and
all I see is p-p-pavement through the long oblong made by my ajar
curtains. Floral curtains that neither me or my mother insisted upon.
Landlords choice. Landlords voice speaking to me through them floral
dull curtains. And my bleeding window - window licking not good. Needs
a clean. Make it white, make it bright, get the dull and townie town
even better so seen. Worse seen I'd say to see it clean.
Make a cup of tea. Yeah, that's it - make myself a cup of tea. Stop me
from going totally twistfully round the bends. B-b-boil the water. Put
it in the kettle first cos it's not quite a cup and a man like me must
take care of his filament. It's meant to boil clean water not send it
cloudy with kettle scum. White flakes of&;#8230; ooh, a flake - ooh
what I'd do for a 99 covered in slime-y raspberry sauce and 100's and
1000's of little coloured bits of candy-covered chocolate&;#8230;
sauce, saucy, licking hazel's beautiful golden shards. Tea, alas the
fucking tea.

2.15 - wont be round for 95 minutes yet. That's almost 100's and 1000's
of minutes I've to wait. But wait I will for when the children come
they do come in their wonderful innocent droves and drive me wild cos I
know what they want and I know he's gonna come (the man). I know he's
gonna come down the road from Foxhall Rd end, brighten up those little
lambs faces with his n-n-nursery rhyme tune or assembly song melody or,
hope I do Greensleeves. T-t-tv'll do 'til then, will it? Oh god it's
Flying Doctors flown in from Australia down under there having affairs
and practising. What are they practising - how to be doctors or how to
look fuck ugly? I'm dying if I watch this much longer. But almost die I
must if I'm to wait for the man and the children and the queue and the
impatience but looking forward to time I'm to take mine in. Phew,
should get some from the freezer cos I'm gagging for it. Yeah, the
freezer&;#8230; never frigid, just icy cold. Only needs my hands and
mouth to warm it. Ooh the children. I need the children to fulfil my
s-s-sexual needs. Cos they come and he comes and all the raspberry
sauce gets ejaculated from his bottle into my mouth. Via what's in the
freezer. Mr.Whippy - Yeah, he can whip me. Or Peter's can.

3-3 almost 3, 2.53. Light my fire, get cosy, get myself comfy, wait -
ooh but for the eternal wait - for the children coming. I'll scare them
(he! he!) I'll scare them to death. I'll get it out and stone me in a
Muslim pit if they don't all run off in different petrified directions
a mile - at least a mile - to all their alcoholic or bored mum's. Not
many dad's, dad's aren't home from work yet. Then see if they don't
blubber nuzzling those big hideous breasts of theirs. Nah, can't be a
flasher, but I'll still get one - one for me to have my wicked way with
for half an hour. Ooh if only it really did last that long.

Should put on a video really. Yes, it's time now. Gone 3 I'm gone with
waiting. Video of the real thing wont be half-bad. It ain't half-bad
mum, little Timmy'll pull through. I only scared him half out his wits,
you've got tits, it ain't half-bad mum. Yeah, peruse my video library.
Though not a sniff of Schwarzanegger is there in my collection. Or Tom
Cruise. Or any cum-splattered hand made by the wank of Hollywood come
to think of it. Give me the real thing. And I don't mean Coke. Hmm,
hmm, yes my choice has a great variety. A great variety I have to
choose from. Ooh, I feel like a connoisseur so much so I'm even
stroking my beard. A little triangle of hair it is. And I stroke it cos
I'm a connoisseur. But really there's no hair there at all. I suppose I
just am stroking a little triangle of where hair will be.

Little Vanilla - I chose that one. And watched that one. Though I
forgot it was a very short home video I made last Christmas - just
before the children broke up for the holiday (I want gets, crap film on
Christmas day, not white or fun break). At least that's they way I see
it. I know the children like it really. So for the time of year I was
surprised and upset that it melted so fast. It can melt too fast and I
can't keep up and I can't ejaculate MY sauce if that happens. It was
the bloody freezer not doing its job again. Naturally I've a newer one
now. Well, what do you think I got for Christmas? Little Vanilla -
short Vanilla. Pure and simply unfortunately short. But a titillating
flash despite the hype. Was okay.

Ooh is it? Could it be? Y-y-yahoo it's is! Yahoo, here comes the first
one! Podgy Paul with his blazer in the heat. Sweaty fringe and red
little trumpet players frog cheeks. There he goes Huff! Puff!
Bully-a-huff! Bully-a-puff! Sticks and stones may break little Paul's
bones, but names'll fucking kill him! Leave him alone today I think.
Though he's a sure bet to get one. In half an hour once the van's
reached Regina Close and podgy Paul's playing fantasy beat up the
bully's in Tekken 3 on his PS2. Regina Close @ 4.05, @ exactly no.13
just two doors down.
"Mummy, mummy the ice-cream man's here!"

Ooh wow, little Pauly's first one down the road. See if he don't get
followed, I warn. See if there ain't some big bully after him throwing
eggs. Maybe a pair of girls laughing and sending his red cheeks mad,
otherwise. Hope it is girls as they go for it always they do - go for
big ones. I like to watch them getting it from the man while I wait my
turn getting it. Phew! I like to see the pleasure in their faces when
they get given it and asked to hold it. Their eyes light up like me
Sister's Christmas lights and then they take a big lick cos they're
proud - that's when I have to get one myself. Yeah, I'm gonna get one
meself. Soon as they all come out the school gates, I'll grab one and
run off.

Ooh yes a pair of girls! Maybe I'm psychic or just knew that. Far
behind fatty Pauly mind, far behind him untaunting (thank heaven, hey
Paul?), they are here only to hang out I suspect usually at the bus
stop. For here they wait stopped for twenty minutes prior to the packed
green bus coming and taking them away to the country, prior to the van,
Greensleeves and ice cream. Prior to chewing gum 'n' Embassy Number
1's, swear words and giggles, spitting 'n' hugs off pretentiously
hip-hop pubicless boyz, oh, and pencil-case squiggles. Pah! Disgusting
it is that children intertwine.

Ooh gosh, now they're coming in droves! Droves I tell you! Like Locus
smoke. What time is it, tell myself, what time? Gotta be gone 3.49.
Ooh, ooh, 3.51 - Come on, come on! Come on, come on! Come on, come on,
come on! F-f-four eeny minutes and he'll be here. A start in trickles
ends in queues. Get my coat on and get a good view. Ooh, ooh, my long
dark coat. I'm excited!

Ruddy heck it's cold enough to unfry and egg on that car bonnet -
though come in all weather's he does. Rub all me hands together and get
me warm methinks. Yeah&;#8230; Rub em and what happens? Out pops the
genie that's what. Yes, yes, three today Sir - what fancy you first?
Well, hmm, let me think&;#8230; Ooh the very thought of three at
once is enough my dear genie, but if you're promising I'll
have&;#8230; Oh god, hurry up - it's freeeeezing out here. Freezing
cold - ooh but not like this. The children are excited now like me.
They've seen me alright - they point (despite it is well rude too) and
giggle and squirm and they've seen me alright. I smile and sparkle my
eyes at them but keep my hands in my coat pockets safe where the money
I pay to them is. Can't keep my eyes off one cos I can't keep my ears
off her. She's talking about the holy stuff blasicecreamously, and I
can't ignore comment on the holy stuff that is how she talks not
proper. Children of course don't understand. They're all after money
nowadays that's how it makes it easy for me, I say. And she's seen me
craning my neck and my look over her. She's scared I reckon, or maybe
she plays. My long coat keeps it hidden. I may start ooh playing myself
soon - my c-c-cock's getting hard&;#8230; Ooh ice-cream, ooh
wafer-flute, it is you I see when I close my eyes, when they are night
and fantasies run wild beyond the midnight hour like panting
undomesticated dogs. Ooh Lassie, ooh ice cream. Was Lassie
domesticated? Yeah, close my eyes and Greensleeves is my melody, my
very own porn soundtrack. Our song - the 99's and mine. Ooh, it is the
van (my sub-conscious shows me), coming (my sub-conscious shows me),
singing me my wound-up anti-lullaby (for I am waking up), showing me my
sub-conscious is real. A vignette of smoke comes out of it a graceful 4
wheeler, A Peter's Bedford done-up in vanilla wash plus adorned with
the fancy orange (arguably my favourite colour) lettering. I take time
to breathe in before continuing to touch myself. My excitement is
mildly bilious stage - burp shortly should do. The children stop and
stare, some stop their silly conversations, boys feel in their pockets.
Whether the nippy weather matters to the girls in not school uniform
miniskirts with hard nipples the sound makes them forget. Their
miniskirts ride up their thighs, which I like cos their thighs are both
the colour and temperature of Vanilla ice cream. So I salivate at their
legs where fathers would bash me. But they don't notice me doing it and
touching myself cos they're staring a little way up the road at the van
and its coming. The van and myself will slow down and have to stop. The
van will come but I wont. See, I need the real stuff to get off
properly in my hand not my mind just. I burp sexually as it draws up
five metres from my face, and the beautiful melody is over. Though it
should play again just as I'm coming if I time it right later. Ooh,
time it right.

The man - today bald, crazy Tony - slides forth his kiosk plastic
window as the school children queue he greets gathers length and
interest. "Yes laddy", he goes. I drool when I see the first one - far
too big for him, a waste really - be put in his tiny grip. I can't
watch as he licks, though - for the temptation to start up again and
get off under my coat is too great. Voyeurism's okay, but it ain't a
patch on protagonistism, let me tell you. Ooh, I can't wait any longer
- foreplay is not what I require, I say - must grab a child and get my
fix then I can spit my fat alright. Bald, crazy Tony won't give me what
I need if I stand myself the other side of the kiosk, he wont. He'll
say "Get away from the children, I say - else see if I don't call the
police warning 'em who's about!" See, that's why I get a child to do it
for me.

Must be careful, actually - maybe put my sunglasses on so as not he'll
see my eyes otherwise. Come to think, that'd be too suspicious-looking
of course - I'd be spotted a mile off, me under cloudy skies in a long
winter coat with sunglasses of all things on! Look like a bleedin'
paedophile, I say I would, and I can't have people thinking I'm that
way inclined. Crikey, Tony's served three more already (Pah, it's a
group of girls) - Just like them going to the toilets most likely; only
one needs to go so the other two go with her to hold her hand. Yes, as
I thought, just was the young one of the three who bought. Ooh, she got
sauce with it too she did the little tease. Cor blimey, now she's
putting her tongue to it&;#8230; Ooh no mustn't look, I say - look
away, I must I say, look away&;#8230;

&;#8230;I spy with my little eye something beginning with 'C'. Hmm,
let me see now, which of them C's can I beckon to me with just a
finger? And which of them C's can I get to talk but not blab our secret
that is? They're all so well trained by mum and dad nowadays not to
talk to strangers but there's always one C who wasn't, or is artistic
and curious. Aha! look yonder, there's one I spot. Twiddlethumba
Shyeyes his name is. Shyeyes, but bursting to talk at any ears for the
shyeyes ones always are, and Twiddlethumba because&;#8230; because
Shyeyes twiddles his thumbs, obviously! I must accost him at once as he
is perfectly located invisibly at the back of the bustling bus-stop
gang.

"Hello there, my names Mr.Twindle - I work at the school where you go.
Have you seen me there?" (I have crouched down as it comforts children
to do so and popped a sweetie only in my mouth as it intrigues children
to do so.)
"What's that, cat caught your tongue, dear boy? Not to worry, I only
need you to listen. Just prick up your ears then, we'll say." (I am
being gently assertive which I've learnt is the only way with C's.
Let's see if I'm right, shall we?)
"What I have to say to you must not be told to anyone else. Just nod if
you understand, okay?" (Yes, he nodded.)
"I need you to do me a special favour, and if you do it for me I'll buy
you a big ice cream and you'll have the biggest ice cream out of
everyone. Would you like a big ice cream, dear boy?" (Yes, he nodded
again.)
"But you have to be quick if you want one because the ice cream van
will go in a minute."
"What do I have to do to get it, Mr. Twindle?" (I smile at
Twiddlethumba Shyeyes now - a beautiful big gentle smile that I happily
see returned as now Master Shyeyes feels safe, happy and part of a
wonderful story. Putty in my hands, he is.)
"Well, get yourself the biggest ice cream you can buy with this 5 pound
note first and then I'll show you, okay?"
"Yes, okay Mr.Twindle. I'll go now. Oh, and
Mr.Twindle&;#8230;"
"Yes?"
"&;#8230;Thankyou very much indeed."
"Think nothing of it, I say, nothing of it."

Ooh now I watch alright! Yes I anticipate; tremble; sweat I do; shiver;
touch it again; get hard and shake all over all at the same time as I
wait inconspicuously; cleverly, for Twiddlethumba Shyeyes to get it and
come back. He'll lick it along the way, of course, but that I don't
mind. On the contrary, I like to see it get licked by a small boy's
mouth who loves it as much as Twiddlethumba Shyeyes will of course.
There he goes, at the back of the queue - but it won't be long now I
say, as the queue consists only of two!

"Yes laddy?"
"Hello, I would like a big ice cream please - bigger than anyone
else's!"
"(Why, these children they tickle me they do.) Well my boy, let's see
what we can rustle up for you in that case. What say we start with a
big double-cone then pack the ice cream in later, yes?
&;#8230;Though before we do, are you absolutely sure you've enough
pennies to pay for such a big ice cream, my lad?"
"Yes indeed, Sir - see I have this five pound note to pay for
it!"
"By golly! So you do. Daddy give that to you did he, for your pocket
money this week?"
"No sir, I f-f-found it at school."
"Well I never, aren't you a lucky lad?!"
"Yes, I am a lucky lad."
"Right then, I'll fix you the biggest ice cream right away seeing as
you're paying cash!"

And that's just what bald, crazy Tony did&;#8230;

Ooh, ooh, what's this&;#8230; I think he's&;#8230; yes, yes he
has, he's got it - he's taking a lick and it's huge, I say, very big
and cleverly covered in a fantastic fudge of colour! By jove, didn't
eeny Shyeyes do well. Careful now, don't spill it. Golly, it's almost
the size of the dear boy, it is! That's it, carefully and surely does
it. Not too many licks now you little rascal. Ooh, it's poetry in
motion, say I. Yes and soldier's standing to attention now alright he
is, feel him rising warm-blooded friction on my inner-thigh like love,
pure creamy pleasure-pumping love! And I can almost taste it, the
pleasure I can. The pleasure in little Shyeyes' lips, it's almost
touching my cock. Ooh, how heathen that might sound if it was taken the
wrong way - must watch what I say if I was to say my thoughts ever, I
reckon truly.

"I say, well done, dear boy - that is a spectacular ice cream if ever I
saw one!"
"Yes for five pounds the nice man said I could have all the toppings I
wanted!" (Shyeyes takes a reiterating lick.)
"Hmm&;#8230; Well listen up now as you promised me a little favour
in return for that big ice cream of yours, didn't you?"
"Yes indeed, Mr Twindle, I did." (Shyeyes takes yet another
lick.)
"Right then, follow me and I'll show you what I want you to do for
me."

Brilliant, Shyeyes is like a dog, he'll follow me anywhere. I fancy
them bushes myself. Yes, they're perfect and secluded and no one is
seeing us going into them. But stone me, I say, if that wretched boy
doesn't stop licking so furiously there'll be nothing left of it.
"Mr.Twindle?"
"Hush boy, and stop eating that ice cream so fast - you'll make
yourself sick, I say."
"But Mr. Twindle?"
"Follow me, I say - you can say what it is you need to when we're in
those bushes, you here me?"
"Those bushes? I don't understand Mr.Twindle - why are you taking me to
the bushes. They'll scratch us. I played there once and when I came out
I had red arms and a red face."
"I'll give you a red face myself if you don't stop talking!"
"Mr. Twindle (lick!) why is it you're talking that way (lick!), have I
done something wrong, Sir?"

The boy's really jangling my nerves now loudly I can almost hear them.
I'm being forced to put my hand over his mouth and force him into the
bushes, I say. Gosh, if someone sees me I'll be done for, you hear,
done for.

"Right, come here boy, and don't you spill a drop of that ice
cream!"
"Gerroff!! HEL- &;#8230;MMM, UMPF, MMM&;#8230;"

Golly, I'm sweating like a paedophile in a cr?che, bleeding squirm wont
give in that's why. Though heavenly I'm almost there, moreover no else
has seen us, I'm fairly sure.

My hand is gagging him and shall remain that way clasped over his vocal
freedom. My other hand is hooked round his nape so my arms push his
whole head shut. Fierce like a Dingo I am, wild eyes mesmerising
petrified Shyeyes beyond the point where I gave a damn. Molesting the
boy for the ice cream I paid for.

"Now give it me!!!" I holler. Trembling the boy is rooted to the spot -
clueless, speechless he is crying. I snatch the soggy cone from his
uncaring dead clasp and run off with it like a scamp.

It is wet, it is warm from hands, and I fuck it like the bitch it
is!