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this is fodder for thought something a guy i know wrote.......So there is this masturbator named Jack who comes to where I work at the Porn-Store all of the time. Hes probably 50-ish, has real big ears and a round, deformed looking face with these big buggy eyes. I guess he is the principal at one of the local grade schools. Hes one of our special masturbators that everyone is supposed to feel sorry for and be especially nice to. Jack has some sort of severe cerebral palsy disorder. He can hardly walk and his hands and entire body shake so bad that he is constantly dropping movie boxes all over the floor. I always have to follow behind him to pick them up. Jack dont care, hes handicapped; the LEAST pleasure he should be able to get out of life is to come to his local porn-store and drop movie boxes and cum on the floor and have me pick up after his mess, right?

Every time Jack comes in everyone is like, Hi there, Jack! and Jacks face lights up; his tongue sticks half-way out of his mouth as he proceeds to pick out a movie to watch about YOUNG GIRLS, crap like Big-Titted Teen Try-Outs #47, or Young, Dumb and Full of Cum, etc. I find it especially disturbing that this guy is a grade school principal and he likes to whack it to young girl porn all of the time. But were all supposed to be, like, Awwww . . . look at the cute little handicapped masturbator. He can barely walk but he still manages to come in to a public place and stroke his cock like a champ to pubescents with pig-tails! And when Jack finally picks out his movie to watch in the Preview Booths, he sets the box on the counter, along with his wallet. His hands shake so bad that he cant get his money and the clerk always has to take it out of his wallet FOR him. Once Jack is finallly settled in to his booth in the back, you can actually hear the door rattling and see it shaking as he goes into seizures, choking his cerebral palsied chicken and dreaming about lickin some of that young snatch back at the grade school.

Anyway, today was actually sort of sad. Jack gets done watching his movie, waves at me as he walks out of the store, saying Thanks! or whatever. I just stare at him in contempt. The boss wasnt around so I didnt need to be friendly. Then about five minutes later, another masturbator walks in the store and says to me, Hey, man, theres some dude out in the parking lot with no legs, just lying on the ground and freaking out!

Huh? I go outside to see what is going on and there is JACK, flopping around the parking lot with no legs! I look a few feet from him and there sits a prosthetic leg. Near it is another fake leg, and, Im like, WHAT THE FUCK? Hee! I had no idea that Jack had fake legs! I guess he tripped on some ice and they fell from beneath him! This guy was even more fucked up than I thought. I felt extremely awkward and uncomfortable because this guy was in a VERY embarrassing situation. I honestly cannot imagine the helplessness he felt. All the masturbators were walking into the store and just staring at him, offering no assistance whatsoever. Some of them were even smiling. Jack was waving his arms around and flopping about like a fish, and Im like, why did this shit have to happen on MY shift? Jacks sees me, starts sticking his tongue out, muttering something to me. His eyes are watery and glazed over with fear. I dont blame him for crying. Geez, it had to be awful.

I walk over to him and ask what I can do. He says he has to have his pants off in order to put the fake legs back on, so it couldnt be done out in the open. Even without the legs Jack was way too big for me to carry; the way his body shook with the palsy would make it impossible for me to do it by myself. And I wasnt ABOUT to ask one of the other masturbators to interrupt their day of jerking off to help me. So all we could do was have him CRAWL back into the store and into the bathroom in the back. Maaaaaan. I picked up Jacks legs for him, and, as he began to crawl back into the store, he looked at me, crying, and said, You have no idea how humiliating this is for me. I felt terrible for him, I really did, because, to tell you the truth he was probably a really nice, intelligent guy outside the porn-store. I mean, honestly, the guy is so physically disabled that he really should at least be able to get a little pleasure from coming to a Porn-Store and jerking off once in awhile. I probably shouldnt have felt the contempt for him that I did.

I followed Jack back into the store as he slowly began crawling across the dirty porn-store floor. He was crying and groaning and grunting in pain, having a horrible time, looking like a wounded crab, or something, like some sort of maimed toad. He was just this deformed little LUMP slithering its way to the bathroom! Hee! It looked totally sad and bizarre! He actually reminded me of the creature in that movie, BasketCase. I just carried his legs and said shit like, Keep going, Jack. Well get there, buddy. All the customers in the store were freaking out, watching this grown man of a masturbator, this respectable citizen, this school principal CRAWLING on his fucking knees in a porn-store and crying, without any legs as he ever so slowly crawled past the butt-plugs; the dildos; past all the on-looking masturbators and gay cock-sucking cruisers; and even a small group of college girls. One of those snot bag bitches was actually GIGGLING. Hee! I cant say much, because in my own mind I was smirking and saying to myself, "CRAWL, masturbator, CRAWL! Hee! Hee! And I felt like taking one of our Cat-O Nine tails off the wall and whipping his ass as he crawled and squirmed and scooted his legless jerk-off ass to the bathroom. FINALLY he made it behind the restroom door. I could hear him sniveling and choking on his own tears of humiliation as he sat on the dirty shitter and put on his prosthetics. Poor, sad legless chicken choking of a man.

CRAWL, masturbator! CRAWL! HAHAHA!!!!!

I got back behind the counter and the place was dead silent; all these customers were giving me weird looks of sympathy for having to deal with that crap. About twenty minutes later Jack walked out, still teary-eyed and trembling. He thanked me for my help and I just said, Anytime, Jack," definitely hoping that shit would never happen again. At least not on MY shift. Geez. And whaddya know? I went back into the booth Jack had been jerking off in and there was my tip- a bunch of little splatters of Jacks dead Holy Cum Ghosts lying on the floor for my cum-mop to clean up. Yeah, any time, Jack. Fucker. Fuck you and your dignity and your stupid fake legs. My legs are REAL, asshole! HAHAHA!!! I realize now how funny that shit really was. Fuck a bunch of sentiment for handicapped masturbators