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by Carl Miller Daniels
the ghosts of dead guppies floated over his bed and
dropped their ghostly fish-shit onto him.
he lay there sweaty, big-dicked, young, good-looking, and
geeky. he had raised hundreds of guppies; actually, the
guppies he raised were a whole separate grouping of guppies
known as "fancy guppies" -- some of the fancy guppies that
he had raised 
were so good-looking that he had sold them to a pet shop
for dozens of dollars per fish.
along the way, there was the culling of the
misfit guppies to make room for the good ones.
culling guppies involved dropping the rejects
into scalding water.  they died quickly. but
it wasn't pretty to see. he'd tried dropping
them into glasses of ice water instead of
into scalding water. but they seemed to linger
so long in the ice water that he switched back
to the scalding. they died fast in there,
and they looked as if they suffered 
for a only few seconds while dying in the
scalding water, but they seemed to suffer
for minutes and minutes and minutes in
the ice water.

now, in his bedroom, lying in
his bed in the dark, surrounded by his dozen-or-so
aquariums, the bubbles bubbling constantly
from all the constant filtration, he threw
the covers off of himself and contemplated the
ghosts of dead guppies that floated over
him and the ghostly fish-shit that
dropped onto him.  he lay there
hot and horny, his big smooth cock
bulging against his white underpants,
and he wanted to masturbate so bad it
hurt, but the ghosts troubled him.

so he got out of bed and put on his robe
and went to the bathroom and stood in front
of the sink and masturbated there -- he
spurted his cum onto a glob of toilet paper
he'd laid across the sink, and then
he flushed it in a couple-three segments
down the toilet.  he felt better.

back in his room, lying in his bed,
bubbles bubbling from the fish tanks,
the only word that came to his mind
was "slimy" -- it flopped around
inside his head over and over
and "slimy" and "slimy" and
he went to sleep surrounded
by ghosts and ghostly fish-shit
and the sure sense of sliminess
that cast a pall on even the
sweetest of his dreams.
Jan. 2008
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