The Horseless Headman

Yes, you read that right. (Unless you read it as "The Headless Horseman," in which case you might need to go back to kindergarten.)

One night I was really horny and wanted a blowjob, so I went walking on the country road shirtless with my boner out, as one does. The moonlight reflected off of my dick's helmet head, creating the effect of a blue, bobbing, bulbous beacon in the night.

Then a figure came up to me, almost out of nowhere.

"Hey." he said. "You want head?"

"Sure."

So he proceeded to give me head. When he was finished, he said, "I hope you don't mind that I don't have a horse."

"Why would that bother me?" I said.

"I don't know, it's just that it seems that it's a big deal, given that it's part of my title."

"Your title?"

"The Horseless Headman. I mean, you were signaling for me, right? You had your cock out in the moonlight to signal for the Horseless Headman, right?

I couldn't think of anything to say for a second.

"What, you mean you never even heard of the Horseless Headman? And I sucked a dick you didn't even want me to suck? That's it, I'm unsucking it!"

"Unsucking it?" I wondered what that could mean.

I soon found out. He put his lips back on my cock, and a few seconds later, I felt my cum load zipping back down my dick and into my balls. He then proceded to go through the motions of a blowjob in reverse, as my cock began to feel less and less satisfied, until it felt about as horny and hard as it did before he had started sucking it. Then he disappeared back into the night with a final call of "Fuck you."

"Huh." I said. What a weird cryptid.

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Credited to glassofwater9 

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