Staring over the twin-peaks of the mount(s), Captain Melvin viewed the sands. As part of his duties he was expected to stay here for three hours out of every twenty-hour shift, but there were ways around that. Jerking off with his eyes closed was probably his favourite method for killing time. Throwing caution to the wind he began exciting himself by thinking of a pool of water filled to the brim with gold coin chocolate lovers, gold coin slot wet holes.

Filled with vigour he came into the palm of his right hand. Left-handed masturbation was something he had developed to the point where his ambidexterity rendered either hand indistinguishable. Back at base this topic was sure to raise some eyebrows with the boys. At least, eyebrows before shirts, anyway. What was he doing out here? Why couldn’t he jerk off all day in a spa bath? Why this horrible desert?

To Be Continued…

Written by: Zach.
Tags: waste of time, writing.