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Ajax's Fantastic Fantasy Machine, Part I It wasn't the first time Stanley Jankowiecz had caused an interruption in my sex life. There had been plenty of times when my college roommate (assigned by virtue of the alphabet) had walked in on me and some hot guy going at it in the dorm. By the middle of first semester I had the reputation as the guy most likely to be fucked by every other guy on campus. When Stanley called last week though I was right in the middle of being fucked by this hugely hung black guy I'd picked up in a bar the night before. His name was Regis or Reggie or something like that. Normally when I have a guy over all night I turn off the answering machine next to the bed, but I'd been so distracted by his big dick and his velvety black skin that I forgot to do so that night. Regis (or Reggie, or whatever his name was) didn't take it well when I jumped up off his straight-up cock to get to the phone when Stanley called. By the time I'd said hello, Regis (or Reggie or whatever his name was) was out of bed and starting to put his clothes on. He evidently figured I was taking a call from another lover. "Wait, don't go!" I called out after him but he was already out the door. I guess there's no way he could have known that Stanley presented no challenge to him (or to any guy for that matter). Stanley Jankowiecz was the quintessential geek -- he wore thick glasses (couldn't tolerate contact lenses) had bad skin, wore plastic pocket-protectors and usually had body odor. On the other hand, he has an IQ approaching 200 and a heart of gold. He'd do anything for anyone. On this particular morning, still aching to have my ass-hole filled with Regis (or Reggie or whatever his name was) cock I wasn't exactly eager to speak to my old roommate. "Hey Ajax, what's up?" he asked, using the name he'd given me back in college. My real name is Alan Jackson, thus the alphabetical proximity of our names and the reason for us being paired as roommates. "Are you still a big-shot lawyer for the patent office?" he asked, and I said I was still there. I neglected to say that I was a "little-shot" and wasn't technically a lawyer at all, having flunked out of law school due to my unbridled life style at the time. (Now it's even worse) Stanley took a few minutes to explain that he had an idea for an invention that might be kind of novel and wondered if he could drop by in half an hour to share it with me. That would give me just enough time to shower and dump out what felt like a bucket load of Regis's (or Reggie's or whatever his name was) spunk out of my well-fucked ass. I wasn't too upset about him leaving, knowing full well that I could find another just like him that night. "Holy shit! This is incredible!" I said to Stanley after he'd briefly explained the principal of his machine to me. He had attached what looked like an old cable descrambler onto my television and showed me how to use the remote control device. "Press the "GO" button when you want to go and this other when you want to come back. Keep an eye on the little light though. It indicates your battery power." "Go ahead and try it Ajax" he said, and I turned the TV dial to a Bulls game, where the camera was getting a good shot of Phil Jackson (their head coach and no relation). I pushed the "GO" button and all of a sudden I was sitting there at the game, right behind the bench. The people on either side of me didn't seem at all surprised at my sudden appearance. I watched enough of the game to have the entire team come over for a time-out, close enough to see the beads of sweat on Michael Jordan's bald head. I pushed the return button and was instantly transported back to my living room. "Jesus Christ Stanley, it felt like I was really there" I said, and he insisted that I really was there. It was like the concept of virtual reality taken to the limit. "So what do you think Ajax, will anyone go for this or is it too much like the video arcade at the mall?" I just stared at him, completely dumbfounded by the whole experience. He took that as a hesitation on my part and he offered to let me keep the box for the weekend. "I'll tell you what, why don't you use it for a couple of days and I'll check back with you on Monday to see what you think. I've got some important work to do this weekend so I can't be bothered with a toy like this" he said and I continued to stare at him with my mouth wide open. "What's this third button for?" I asked and he told me it would give me the option of zapping into a situation as one of the actual participants in the scene I was viewing if I preferred that. He turned the channel selector to the Flintstones and explained that I could zap myself into the stone-age cartoon as myself or as Barney Rubble if I was curious to how the guy's mind worked. "Gotta' run Ajax, I'll call you Monday" he said, and I felt myself go weak in the knees as I considered what he'd just left with me. This machine could make a fortune for me.....for us I mean. My first thought was that I must be dreaming and that in a moment I would wake up and find my ass-hole still filled with Regis's (or Reggie or whatever his name is) big black cock. I wouldn't MIND waking up to that but I walked into the bedroom and saw only the remnants of our sex.... puddles of come all over the bed and that one spot on the glass of the picture frame over my bed that I'd hit when I launched one particularly large load as Regis (you know the routine by now) exploded up my pulsing man-cunt. I turned and went back to the living room, picket up the remote gizmo Stanley had left and was tempted to see if Barney really was as stupid as he appeared to be on the Flintstones. Flipping through the channels though I realized that I'd be wasting my time with the likes of cartoon characters. No, there were plenty of better television shows to zap myself into. And I intended to make the best of the next 48 hours or so until Stanley found out what a gold mine he was sitting on. ****editor's note To find out about Ajax's escapades you'll need to open each of the stories individually. Hopefully you'll enjoy reading them as much as Ajax enjoyed making them happen.