Collected Stories

Spike Sprints for Sela by J.D. Coltrane

I have no idea how Spike learned Morse Code, but it may have something to do with the U.S. Government teaching me Morse Code over thirty years ago. Who’s to say? But Spike knows Morse Code. Of that I’m now sure.

It took me a while to realize what all his tapping meant. The irregular patterns, the quick taps, the long taps, the pauses, all of it had meaning and purpose.

Spike communicates now even when zipped away and hidden.

I’m sure more men than me have talking cocks. Maybe some guys just don’t want to admit it. Maybe they want to ignore the messages coming from their penises. Maybe the prospective ramifications from a conversation with your penis are just too much for some guys.

Writing this now, I find it extremely ironic how I discovered Spike’s communication techniques. He communicated about communication. Spike told me to change my long distance communications network. He told me to switch to Sprint.

Yes, it was clear when I stopped and took it all in.

Dit, dit, dit - dit - ditty dah dit, dit - ditty dah.

S-E-L-A.

Sela.

Sela Ward.

Spike fell in love with Sela Ward, the Sprint telephone spokeswoman. And to tell me, he kept tapping out Sela’s name in Morse Code on my stomach.

To be honest, I share Spike’s fascination with Sela Ward. And to be even more honest, I had never heard of or seen Sela before she started doing the Sprint commercials. That was enough for me. Sexy voice. Sexy look. Sexy woman. Spike and I were immediately hooked.

Spike has taken to tapping out long messages describing how we ought to tie up Sela on our bed. How we could take a pair of scissors and cut off that red suit she was wearing in her newest commercial. How we could touch her, and please her, and get her to say sweet things to us.

We’ve even discussed spanking Sela.

Sometimes I can hear her voice, hear her growling as my hand slaps against her ass while Spike bobs up and down beside her. Would her ass grown red with handprints? Would she moan if Spike painted his name on her skin in pre-cum?

I can close my eyes sometimes and see Sela playing with Spike. I wouldn’t intrude. I wouldn’t interrupt their play. I’m sure Sela would like Spike. I’m equally sure Spike would treat Sela very well.

I wonder if Sela would like to be naughty and hide Spike somewhere wet and warm. Would she grow playful, perhaps, and let Spike escape for a moment, only to draw him back inside again? Maybe squeeze him inside her?

Would she get Spike all wet and slick?

And would she lick Spike clean after getting him all messy?

I ponder a lot of these things when I’m alone with Spike and we have some time to fondle the Sprint phone bill.

Life is good.

We’re both sure Sela will come visit us soon.