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And so, Ken began to set his things in order.

He made out his will as discreetly as he could and drove out to his hometown, where he spent several hours nodding dumbly as his mother pontificated at length about the goings-on of the neighbors and her embarrassingly incorrect opinions on politics. When the time came for him to leave, he hugged her and told her he loved her, a sentiment he hadn't vocalized in years.

She'd taken up more time than he'd budgeted in, and by the time he'd managed to escape, the bucket list he'd made for himself seemed insurmountable. As he headed back to his car, he thought what the fuck, he'd do it that very night. There was a jug of antifreeze in the trunk, a bottle of whiskey in the glove compartment, and an In-N-Out right down the street. All the components he'd need for a perfect last meal.

Ken drove to the park he used to play in as a child. Up on top of the monkey bars, he ate his fries one by one and contemplated the cruel and terrible nature of the universe. He drank down his Dr. Pepper and began making a glycerol cocktail.

Something in his pants stirred.

That was impossible, of course. There hadn't been anything down there for years now. Ken ignored it and chewed on his cheeseburger, deeply pondering the meaninglessness and futility of all things.

It stirred again. He knew as surely as he knew anything that he had no penis, but it certainly felt as though he did, and a hardening one at that. In fact, it felt as though someone were stroking it. Still, he ignored it. He hadn't felt his dick, really felt it, since that night when the dreaded demon Nestir took it away. Strangely enough, it wasn't the physical act of removal that severed the connection between Ken and Ken Junior; in fact, when the demon took him with his own manhood, Ken had felt everything, both giving and receiving.

He used to have phantom twinges like this all the time, but after awhile they went away entirely.

Still, at that moment he felt for all the world as though the extremely hard cock that he extremely did not have was entering someone's warm mouth, being licked with the greatest of enthusiasm. Well, he thought, he might as well enjoy himself, getting imaginary head out there in the park. Stealth exhibitionism. He wondered if he could work that into a movie…

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