Your home

While trying to think of places to go, you obviously want someplace with access to plenty of young ladies. You can't think of anything specific, but someplace fun, someplace exciting. The last thing you'd want is to be home on your couch with your parents there.

Suddenly, you hear Charles laugh and say, "Well, you got a place in mind but I don't know why you'd want to go there." Before you can object, you are suddenly blinded by a bright light....

As the light lessens, you blind rapidly as your eyes go back into focus. You look and realize you are sitting. On a couch. Your living room couch. Back at home. You shuffle around a bit but generally just get pissed at yourself and at Charles for the great joke.

Suddenly, you hear the television go on. Two reporters appear on screen (one male, one female) and the male announcer starts.

"Now, in science news, scientists continue to search for any cure to the cravings." You see your picture flash up on the screen as a man in a white lab coat speaks, "it's still a mystery. Of course, the obvious solution remains direct semen injections by John Doe up women's posteriors. Extraction has proven unsuccessful so the government continues to fund John's lifestyle as he attempts to stop the cravings one female ass at a time."

The female announcer starts. "Now for entertainment news. Today's hot story: who's the next ass for John Doe to fuck? Fans everywhere want to know, who is the next IT ass for John Doe for fuck! Ladies, hear our expert say what type of body, personality and ass is needed to get fucked by the one and only John!" You stare as the TV starts flashing pictures of you with girls from your class and a mix of hot celebrities. Some psychology "expert" shows up and starts describing what kinds of asses you allegedly likes to fuck and how your ass fucking criteria has evolved.

Before you can see any more, you hear Charles' laughter. Charles continues, "Yeah, I decided to throw in a fun way to let you have your fun. Your parents keep a giant list of potential candidates that they filter and you evaluate and choose from. Girls all over strive to be picked for you to fuck, making them celebrities. Enjoy!"

Back on the TV, the female broadcaster finishes the segment with a wink, standing up to turn around and say, "And John if you're watching, look for application number F383273DFZ" as she points to her ass. The male broadcaster coughs into his mouth and says, "No chance" to himself. She gives him a stink eye as the screen fades to black.

Your mother comes by and says, "Honey, we have the latest sets of screened candidates for you. I know you don't always look at those but some of these girls have very detailed personal essays on why they should be chosen and --." Your father interrupts to say, "Now, now, if John only wants to review the faces, asshole and full nude body shots, dear, you should let him. You can review the essays first, there's plenty of women for him to choose from. He's old enough to decide what he's looking for. He's not looking for a wife, just the next hot piece of ass to fuck. I mean, he still enjoys breaking anal virgins so those go to the top of the pile. Who are we to judge?"

As you ponder the absolute insanity of this family conversation, you hear the doorbell ring. Your mother goes to the front door to answer it. As she opens the door, she says in a stern voice, "Excuse me, but as you know, there is a detailed application process that we go through. Not just any girl can show up here and have John fuck their ass. Submit your application like everyone else and if it's worth it, John will fuck your ass in no time. If not, well, then it's unfortunate but there are standards --"

Curious, you get up and walk to the door, saying, "Mom, who is it? Maybe I'll make an exception."