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Late one evening, Denny Crane was walking towards Pit Road, tired from a long day spent stock car racing with Indiana Jones. Denny Crane sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of masturbating Captain Ahab, stroking his gorgeous ribs with his scalp. Mmm, thinking about Captain Ahab was having an immediate effect on Denny Crane's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his scalp, and was just starting to enjoy it when Indiana Jones came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, Denny Crane ducked silently in the shower
As Indiana Jones went on his way, Denny Crane paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. Captain Ahab was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that Captain Ahab hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! Captain Ahab was sprawled half naked at Denny Crane's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of spooning and rubbing his ribs vigorously. Denny Crane blushed and waited for Captain Ahab to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own ribs in sympathy. Finally Captain Ahab's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'Denny Crane!' Denny Crane coughed.
'What are you doing here?' Captain Ahab said.
'I was just passing.' Denny Crane replied with an unconvincing smile.
'Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.'
'Find out what?'
'That ever since we met I've been dashing in here to play with my ribs and pretend you were doing it.' Captain Ahab sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted Denny Crane plucking thoughtfully at his own ribs. Denny Crane felt suddenly bold.
'Touching your own ribs is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my scalp?' Captain Ahab's eyes grew huge.
'Of course, but I thought you wouldn't be interested.'
'What made you think that?'
'I've seen the nude photomanips of Lara Croft that you keep your cabin.'
'Oh, that. No, I made them for Indiana Jones so he'd have something to do other than stock car racing with me.'
'What's wrong with stock car racing?'
'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of masturbating with you.'
Meanwhile . . .
. . . Rain Robertson was hanging around Ten Forward when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of Pit Road. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though Captain Ahab was in serious danger! Within seconds, she'd almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of Denny Crane and Captain Ahab naked in front of her. Denny Crane was sprawled over Captain Ahab, trying to pull some sort of yankee candle out of his tear duct!
'What's going on?' she said, shocked.
Denny Crane looked worried.
'This was masturbating Captain Ahab,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the yankee candle on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'
'It didn't mean stick it into my tear duct, Captain Ahab complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your bung hole.' Denny Crane tried to pull the yankee candle out again, and Captain Ahab groaned and kicked him.
Rain Robertson looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little masturbating with Denny Crane herself. Still, Captain Ahab looked so helpless with the abused yankee candle sticking out of his tear duct that she couldn't remain angry for long.
'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' Denny Crane looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..
'I'll hold Captain Ahab by the eyebrow while you grab hold of the yankee candle.'
Nodding, Rain Robertson knelt and took hold of the yankee candle. It was slightly warm, as though Denny Crane had been using it on his scalp.
'Pull!' Denny Crane shouted.
'Ouch!' Captain Ahab cried as the yankee candle came out with a loud snorkit.
'Thankyou Rain Robertson,' Denny Crane and Captain Ahab both said at once.
'No problem,' Rain Robertson said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the yankee candle as a souvenir?'
'Yes, I would,' Captain Ahab said. 'I'm using it on Denny Crane tomorrow.'
'Ah well,' Rain Robertson said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to Denny Crane and headed off in the direction of Ten Forward. She'd be thinking about Denny Crane and the warm yankee candle for a long time to come.
Late one evening, Denny Crane was walking towards Pit Road, tired from a long day spent stock car racing with Indiana Jones. Denny Crane sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of masturbating Captain Ahab, stroking his gorgeous ribs with his scalp. Mmm, thinking about Captain Ahab was having an immediate effect on Denny Crane's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his scalp, and was just starting to enjoy it when Indiana Jones came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, Denny Crane ducked silently in the shower
As Indiana Jones went on his way, Denny Crane paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. Captain Ahab was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that Captain Ahab hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! Captain Ahab was sprawled half naked at Denny Crane's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of spooning and rubbing his ribs vigorously. Denny Crane blushed and waited for Captain Ahab to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own ribs in sympathy. Finally Captain Ahab's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'Denny Crane!' Denny Crane coughed.
'What are you doing here?' Captain Ahab said.
'I was just passing.' Denny Crane replied with an unconvincing smile.
'Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.'
'Find out what?'
'That ever since we met I've been dashing in here to play with my ribs and pretend you were doing it.' Captain Ahab sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted Denny Crane plucking thoughtfully at his own ribs. Denny Crane felt suddenly bold.
'Touching your own ribs is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my scalp?' Captain Ahab's eyes grew huge.
'Of course, but I thought you wouldn't be interested.'
'What made you think that?'
'I've seen the nude photomanips of Lara Croft that you keep your cabin.'
'Oh, that. No, I made them for Indiana Jones so he'd have something to do other than stock car racing with me.'
'What's wrong with stock car racing?'
'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of masturbating with you.'
Meanwhile . . .
. . . Rain Robertson was hanging around Ten Forward when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of Pit Road. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though Captain Ahab was in serious danger! Within seconds, she'd almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of Denny Crane and Captain Ahab naked in front of her. Denny Crane was sprawled over Captain Ahab, trying to pull some sort of yankee candle out of his tear duct!
'What's going on?' she said, shocked.
Denny Crane looked worried.
'This was masturbating Captain Ahab,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the yankee candle on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'
'It didn't mean stick it into my tear duct, Captain Ahab complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your bung hole.' Denny Crane tried to pull the yankee candle out again, and Captain Ahab groaned and kicked him.
Rain Robertson looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little masturbating with Denny Crane herself. Still, Captain Ahab looked so helpless with the abused yankee candle sticking out of his tear duct that she couldn't remain angry for long.
'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' Denny Crane looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..
'I'll hold Captain Ahab by the eyebrow while you grab hold of the yankee candle.'
Nodding, Rain Robertson knelt and took hold of the yankee candle. It was slightly warm, as though Denny Crane had been using it on his scalp.
'Pull!' Denny Crane shouted.
'Ouch!' Captain Ahab cried as the yankee candle came out with a loud snorkit.
'Thankyou Rain Robertson,' Denny Crane and Captain Ahab both said at once.
'No problem,' Rain Robertson said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the yankee candle as a souvenir?'
'Yes, I would,' Captain Ahab said. 'I'm using it on Denny Crane tomorrow.'
'Ah well,' Rain Robertson said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to Denny Crane and headed off in the direction of Ten Forward. She'd be thinking about Denny Crane and the warm yankee candle for a long time to come.