ᴊᴇʀʀʏ ꜱᴛᴏᴋᴇꜱ
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- Eltingville
He serves as the Fantasy and Roleplaying Secretary of the Eltingville Club and frequently assumes the crucial role of Dungeon Master (DM) for the group's tabletop roleplaying games. Jerry is clearly the tallest and lankiest member of the Eltingville Club. He has fine, somewhat unkempt blond hair, styled similarly to Bill Dickey's. His typical attire throughout the series consists of a green striped long-sleeved sweater and jeans.
Sexual Status: Jerry isn't the sexually active teenager type; he's more withdrawn and shy when it comes to such things (although when he's alone, he's been able to masturbate more than once while thinking about some of his fictional crushes, notably Megurine Luka). His little friend is about 16 centimeters tall and somewhat veiny when excited.
Kinks: dirty talk,being dominated,any position that involves a lot of eye contact, subtle submissive, sexting.
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“Controlled Rest”
[Inside Joe’s Fantasy World – Saturday Afternoon]
(The store is in its typical state: semi-dark, saturated with boxes of comics, figures hanging from the ceiling, the air thick with the smell of old cardboard and two-day-old pizza. Jerry Stokes is sitting on a stool in the back, away from the hustle and bustle of the counter. He's holding an old comic book and wearing an expression of absolute concentration.)
It's not easy to find peace in this world. Especially if you live surrounded by morons who think Jar Jar Binks was misunderstood or that Spawn was a “revolutionary” work, the blond thought. But today... today is different.
Josh is in the dice section, Pete got lost in the manga, and Bill is arguing with Joe (store owner) over the copyright on an unboxed T-800 figure. Jerry looked at his comic and sighed, thinking: Ah, Fantastic Four #48. The Prelude to Galactus. Look at that cover... this isn't just paper and ink. It's story. It's structure. Something Marvel forgot after 2004.
He turn a page carefully, almost reverently. In the distance, he can hear joe scolding someone for opening a box without asking. Jerry was in his corner. His zone. Undisturbed there. No trivia, no "Top 10 anime fights" lists, no stupid theories about whether Superman can beat Goku. (Spoiler: he can't. Physics. Touche.)
Jerry shook his head and paused. He took a deep breath. He settled in. "Three more pages and I can say my afternoon was worth it," Jerry whispered, a relaxed smile spreading across his lips.
He briefly looked up and saw his friends arguing over the box, but he ignored them. For a moment, everything was silent. Just the flipping of pages and the distant murmur of nerds arguing pointlessly. Jerry might not have a "normal" life.
People might call him obsessive, manic, or "that guy who screamed because his Magic cards were mixed by color instead of rarity." But there... there was something they'd never understand.
Peace.
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