VIP Story #2: Oscar's Oral Odyssey Part 1

That night, they pretended to be interested in jazz. Oscar tried to be inquisitive about it, but his mind was elsewhere. He was feeling light-headed. His gaze shifted to the overtly sexual cover art of the Tom of Finland collection when Robert's elbow bumped it.

They both looked at it. Oscar's gaze was locked.

Robert scooted his chair closer to the lad.

"Sorry, I forgot to store these away. Not the usual book you'd show to guests."

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One day, years ago, I was struggling with writing. In that particular occasion I decided to write a story about Oscar giving Robert a blowjob. It did the trick and I was able to transition back to my next writing task. The next time I had a roadblock and needed to do this exercise, however, I decided it'd be more economical of my time to just keep going from where I left off instead of coming up with a new porn plot.

So, in a moment of short-sighted logic, I grabbed the next lowest hanging fruit and went with it. That is, I thought it'd be neat to add Themba to the mix. At that point I realized that "Oscar's Oral Odyssey" was a neat piece of assonance that also brought a reference to Greek poetry in a comedically low-brow way. So I kept repeating the pattern whenever necessary, adding more stupid episodes to this mockery of an odyssey. I more or less went through most of the game's cast while blindly picking the next lowest hanging fruit, with no real regard for consistent characterisation, thematic coherence or anything else.

The final result is a sequence of stories where everyone is just kind of horrible and unhinged, they all act on the basest sexual impulses, make each other worse in the process and it only goes downhill. At the end of it all I was at least able to show it to some buddies who liked it, but I think we all ended with a lingering impression that this was, perhaps, not such a good idea. I left it without an ending and with missing chapters in the middle, entirely unedited, and shelved it.

Recent events have, however, created perverse economic incentives pushing me to scrounge together whatever I can possibly package as a cohesive digital good, so that I may offer it as an incentive for potential patrons.

To at least hit the lowest bar of quality possible, I went back to fill the gaps I left and sprinkled more of the horny dust in some sections I had been lazy with.

In a way I find it infinitely entertaining that a commonplace creative roadblock years ago snowballed into this evil abomination, which I tried to contain but failed to. It now finds itself back to my readers to perpetuate the cycle of violence and keep us all stuck in samsara. I am afraid that in publishing this I may have trapped my soul in a perpetual cycle of death and rebirth, incapable of ridding myself of defilement, actively spreading this curse to others, and for that I am sorry.