City of Singles (19 page)

I take a big chug of my drink. “Well, Matt’s more your friend than mine, but he already warned you about smoking in his house. I’m a guest here too and I don’t want him to think I’m disrespecting his place by not reminding you not to smoke.” I swear, cocaine makes me more eloquent.

“Aw,
fuck Matt
, I buy enough sneeze cheese from him to pay for his mortgage,” Liz lights up and flicks her zippo closed. “If Matt wants to kick me out, he knows I can just get a new dealer.” I shrug.

Alicia looks like a deer in headlights. I can’t decide what Liz looks like right now, pencil thin legs and arms, a cute little egg of a body, drugs and sex sunny side down.
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puts my mind into overdrive, countless spiny looking molecules coursing through my brain, synapses clutching dopeamine tightly. I hope my dick works later when it hears its call of duty, most likely the sound of these two getting it on. Alicia and Liz yip and yap back and forth about the most trivial of shit. Matt’s nowhere to be found, Raider hat and his friends mill about the kitchen.

“Hey Liz, where are Dougie and Cara?”

“They were on the balcony making out, and then they left. Cara said she needed to be up early and Dougie was going to walk her home.”

Yeah right, guarantee he’s digging her out right now. I wonder if she’s still wearing her engagement ring.

I finish my drink while Alicia talks about shopping at Forever 21. Apparently Liz gets her eyebrows threaded on Robson and according to Alicia, pays $15 too much. A 10 year younger me might not have recognized the potential big time party foul of telling Alicia that Liz’s eyebrows look better. Then again, if I really, really wanted to fuck Alicia, that’s exactly what I’d tell her.

Liz is giving her tips on clothes shopping even though she’s probably 8 sizes smaller. Makes me think of how ineffective it would be for a bodybuilder to tell a bowler how to work out. Peeling myself off the couch, the kitchen and the last of the vodka lures me away from conversation about Liz’s favorite dress. Raider’s hat nods to me as I pour my drink. “Dude, nice work with that chick in there bro,” he says, hand offered for a grip handshake. I shake his hand and he leans in with a hug. “Oh man I couldn’t believe it when that other chick licked your finger! That shit is freaky man!” I nod. “Thanks man, haha!” I half-heartedly chuckle. Once the kitchen is a total sausage fest, I know a party is turning to shit. Nomad thoughts abandon the dick party in the packed kitchen while curious feet want to check out the hot tub action going on down the hallway.

“Uh-dude?”

I stop. “Yeah?”

“Matt said they’re getting freaky in there.”

“I’ll take my chances!” The door is closed. I knock.

“Who’s that?”

“Hey it’s Dylen!”

“Yo come in!” Matt’s muffled voice yells. I hear splashing.

I open the door and a bunch of water and suds flood into the hallway. Matt’s bedroom is half carpeted floor, half tile near the rectangular shaped, double-sized tub. The tub has almost two feet of bubbles over the deck height, two chicks heads barely poke out of the soapy hurricane. Another two girls are leaning up against a wall passing a bottle of tequila between them. Matt’s holding a bottle of sparkling white wine, looking sweatier than ever. The floor is a dynamic carpet of wet towels and discarded clothes. Matt’s girlfriend is horizontal on the bed looking grumpy, no doubt feeling sore from Matt’s eyes on the two tub nymphs. “Sup buddy!” Matt bounces in place. “We’re having a bubble party in here!”

24 Dragonborn

Bubbles. Bubbles, bubbles, and more bubbles are popping and floating around everywhere, a soft hand gives my cock a small squeeze. Her hand grips the head and slides back the foreskin, I feel it barely stir from its blow induced hiding. I don’t know what overcame me, but the moment I heard bubble party, I kicked my shoes off, stripped butt ass naked, and jumped in the tub between the girls. I thought Matt was going to flip shit with the tsunami of water I spilled all over his floor, instead he had been feeding his girlfriend drugs and not noticed. At some point before the underwater stroke job, Matt had noticed the suds and water all over his floor, soaking everything. Drugs are great, instead of freaking out he just put on ‘Rasputin’ and danced Russian, splashing water around and squishing wet towels. The pill. The pill must be kicking in. A slightly zit faced blonde chick is rubbing my cock, I can barely see her face from out of this prison of bubbles. When I first got in the tub, the girls were laughing. It’s not often that I suffer from micro dick, but the blizzard in my nose will do that to me. Penis size and masculinity are linked for sure, being a grower over a shower, I hadn’t thought about the consequences of dropping my pants. They must have all noticed, it sort of looks like a tiny little nub when cold and so fucking high. The brunette girl to my right was laughing, and then apologized to me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but she said that she was sorry and that she shouldn’t laugh at a small dick. Maybe it’s the drugs I asked her, the blonde saying she’s never seen smaller. The power of pills used to hide the ego. Right away I can tell the blonde is the friendlier of the two.

“I am the king of bubbles!” I proclaim.

One of the girls against the wall coughs.

“Shells, pass the teccy!” the brunette squeals as she bats soap suds from her face.

“I decree there shall be tequila in the tub!” I bring my fist down hard enough to splash the water back up into my face and eyes, blinding me.

“You can’t be a king without your crown,” the blonde says. She puts her hands together and cups some suds and places it neatly on my head.

“The king requires this, this teccy. My kingdom for a bottle! And a line!”

Matt grunts and leaves the room in a hurry, all he’s been doing for the last hour is helping get people more fucked up.

The brunette next to me swigs back tequila and passes the bottle.

I take a drink and nearly gag. Tequila and soap add to the coke drip going down the back of my throat. I pass it to the blonde but she declines, the brunette snatches it from my hand and takes another drink.

“I bet uh, I bet you’d build a big bubble castle to compensate.” The blonde is still busting my now warm and comfortable balls about my shrinky dink. I can feel the water has warmed it up, and every so often her smooth legs rub up against mine. I’m pretty girthy when half hard and in need of some face-saving.

“The bubble king has ample weaponry to impress any princess,” I say in what I’d like to pass off as a British accent. A sudsy hand reaches under the bubbles and takes her wrist, slowly guiding it to the premature baby arm floating in the tub. Her eyes catch mine and she glares while smiling. The lights reflect off her braces and her hand explores my Pink October. Matt walks back into the room, stumbling into furniture and carrying both a plate and bottle. “Breakfast guys!” he sounds chipper. Politely declining a line, vodka ends up as my immediate poison of choice. My heart is just pounding again, dancing in my ribcage the way a fish flops around the bottom of a boat. Shit. I take a deep breath and relax. My cock is getting rock hard from the blonde slowly tugging on it, and nobody realizes anything is going on. Brief anxiety passes as euphoria returns, I feel nothing but pleasure.

Cold glass brushes my shoulder. “Here,” the brunette says as she passes it to me. I can’t refuse such a polite invitation. I take a swig.

“What’s your name anyways? How do you know Matt?” the brunette asks.

“Dylen, didn’t we meet earlier?” I have no fucking idea who she is.

“No, we supposed to?” I think we may have danced to Pitbull and talked earlier, but shit is a blur right now.

“Yeah, I’m Navi.” Now I see some slight desi features on her. She’s beautiful.

“-Morgan!” says the blonde with a handful of my dick.

Navi takes the bottle back and has another pull. Robert Miles plays over Matt’s bedroom stereo, one of the girls against the wall comments that she thinks she’s back in grade 9. “Yeah, Matt, what smash hit you going to put on next, something from Big Shiny Tunes?” the others snicker. Matt looks confused. He knows he’s being made fun of, but changing the music means he takes a break from feeding his girlfriend drugs and alcohol. That wild eyed bitch on the bed looks like she’s going to snap if he leaves her side again. “Uhh one minute baby!” Matt exclaims. He walks over to the stereo and doesn’t even put the coke plate down. With Matt not looking, I seize the opportunity.

“From tiny egg, the mighty dragon,” I whisper in my best wise Asian guru accent.

“-SOARS!” I yell, standing up from the hot tub with a stark erection for the girls to witness. My proudest achievement of the night, a full erection while high as fuck, drunk as shit, and rolling on E. Suds drip off my veiny dick and the girls stay stunned for a moment.

“Oh my,” Navi says. “Never would have expected that from what you were packing earlier.”

The girls against the wall laugh. I sit down and cause another splash out of the tub.

“You guys saw it too?” I ask, honestly wondering.

“Yeah, didn’t you hear us laugh?” Shit. I’m totally losing bits and pieces. Maybe I shouldn’t have another drink. “Who showed who what?” Matt asks, still fucking around with the stereo, the music flips through ancient tracks.

“Bubble King showed off what makes him a king, Yeah!” Morgan chirps as she puts a fist in the air. I laugh.

“I saw it too ...” Matt’s girlfriend coos.

“What the ... fuck what?” Matt stops changing the music. Navi laughs. One of the girls against the wall giggles. “Oh shit, you’ve got her started now!” the fatter girl against the wall says. Matt turns around and looks pissed. “You showed my girlfriend your dick? What the fuck dude, what the fuck!”

“Not on purpose man! I thought she wasn’t looking!” I totally forgot she was in the room even. Now I’m naked in this hot tub with a boner and some guy is getting ready to freak out.

“Well ... fuck this, fuck this ...” Matt looks at his girlfriend and grabs his head. He steps out of the doorway and immediately back into the room. “You ... OUT!” Matt is choked, sweaty, and looking deranged. He ducks back out of the room and I slowly climb out of the tub. Attempting to dry myself off with a wet towel proves as futile as sunbathing in shade. My clothes are soaked in a pool of water I spilled earlier. I wring out my underwear and put them on.

“FUUUUUUUCK!” echos down the hallway. “What the FUCK did I tell you about smoking indoors?” Matt is probably ready to snap at this point, the E has me mellow and the situation just went from bad to worse. I throw on my soaking wet clothes and make for the door.

Morgan squeaks a quiet “Bye.”

“I’m Dylen, add me on twitter @sicklove if you want Morgan,” I say while smiling at her.”It was nice to meet you!”

Morgan grins and says “Ok, I’ll tweet ya!” while I throw a wave at Matt’s girlfriend. Navi points me towards my shoes, but my socks are hopelessly lost.

“Cya!” I say to the rest of the girls, ducking out of the bedroom in waterlogged shoes. I leave a trail of wet shoeprints down the hall.

I’m so friendly when high, the once-anonymous hot tub handjob didn’t hurt either. I can’t believe I just gave a girl my twitter to remember me by, seems appropriate for hot tub socializing. The hallway seems to go on forever.

I’m back in the living room and Liz slings her purse over her shoulder. Alicia is standing in the kitchen looking worried. “Fucken bitch you never listen, never listen,” Matt makes a nasally sounding voice, pacing angrily around in a circle.

Stumbling over to Alicia to hug her, “Let’s go,” I whisper in her ear. Liz says nothing and walks towards the front door.

“Yeah get the fuck out, and take that shithead with you, he tried to steal my fucken girlfriend,” Matt mutters.

I wave at Matt and turn around to avoid any conflict. I’m so fucking high and freezing cold. The door shuts and my shoes sog down the hallway with the girls, their jaws grinding in time with my squishing steps. The elevator takes us to the lobby, the air outside shivers me into spasms. Liz hugs me and Alicia shivers.

“C-c-cab, now,” I say through chattering teeth. With luck, a cab rolls by in a few seconds. With luck, only bad this time, the cab driver says I’m too wet to get in, and drives off.

Shivering, Liz hugs me and yells, “Fuck off!”

Three seconds too late for the driver to hear it.

What seems like a week passes as I shiver and shake. Alicia and Liz hug me from both sides and keep me from completely freezing. It’s almost hard to breathe. Behold, the glory, a minivan cab drives up and we’re offered a ride. “Gastown, C-c-cordova C-c-arrall” I say, taking a deep breath in. “Can you turn up the heat please?” The driver turns up the heat one notch. I feel like such an asshole, but it feels so good.

25 Tight

My door cracks open and I feel relief. Home. My chest felt tight the whole ride here, my eyes felt like dancing in their sockets, this E is potent. Alicia is holding hands with Liz and smiling. Staggering to my shower, my hand cranks it on full blast on high heat. The purple leather couch makes fart noises as the girls crawl on it, and each other. A blast of hot water hits my face and the shivering finally stops. The bitter coke taste runs into my mouth and the residue cascades down my body. I blow my stuffed up nose slightly. With one hand I rub my upper lip and then grab the head of my cock. I try and numb it a little so I can last a bit longer with what we’re about to do. The water calms, hitting my back to do battle, heat hammers coming to smash down goose bumps. An ice-blue goose stepping army fowl jabbers on in angry bird song; as eloquent as Daffy Duck on bath salts. Flaming righteous winged mallets burst from a sky where the air itself is a wet fire; liquid heat flattens skin, chases chills, a massage for tripping and tangled nerves. Finally I feel warm and clean again, who knows what the fuck goes on in Matt’s tub most nights, and with who, or where they’ve been.

Just before I switch off the hot water, the girls stop talking. The water goes off and I reach to my sink and get a towel. Padding myself dry, my curiously begs me to look at the couch. One peek and I’m rewarded with a beautiful sight, Alicia is laid back with her eyes closed and legs spread, Liz is rubbing a Corona bottle on the middle of her panties. “Like that?”

“Like that,” Alicia repeats in a whisper.

I smirk and feel warmth flooding into my hanging meat, the girth quickly starting to swell again. “Don’t start without me or nothin’,” I say with a hint of sarcasm. Stepping slowly behind Liz to get a better view of Alicia being teased with the bottle, my body is electrified with anticipation. The room is silent except for Alicia’s soft moans. She draws little circles with the rounded edge of the bottle, occasionally pressing the tip a little into her venus mound. The panties have a wet spot in the middle from where Liz has probed some of Alicia’s honey out. I’m half-mast and pulsating with excitement. I feel the blood rushing into it, a strong pulse in the base. I swing it into Liz’s arm and it makes an audible thwack. Liz turns and grabs it with her free hand, looks me in the eyes, and then runs her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip. Alicia sits up a little and watches as Liz’s tongue glides up and down the bottom of it, across the head and down one side, then down the other. She spits onto it with a raspy sound that would make a pornstar blush. A thrust with my hips forward and Liz opens wide only to gag on it. “Not so fast,” Liz chokes, pulling a few of her own hairs from her mouth. Alicia sits forward and puts a hand on my shaft. Liz lets go.

“If I’m doing this, no sense in holding back ...” Alicia says with a smile as she brings her mouth down on my pole. Her pale soft tongue and thick red lips ferociously attacks the top of my penis, sucking and slurping it hard enough that I throw my head back. A few rakes of teeth hint at inexperience. The ceiling stares back at me, perhaps in jealousy as it witnesses me in absolute ecstasy, the intense physical pleasures from cocaine and E fuel my sojourn to carnal paradise inside my head. My knees quiver and my cock pulsates with intensity. I feel precum flow out of me and into her mouth, she smacks her lips and makes it obvious that she’s sucking it and tasting it. I look down to see her open her mouth and lick her lips.

My ears are filled with Alicia’s lips slurping and pulling on me. If I close my eyes, colours and sparkles decorate my darkened eyelids, a shooting star opera composed by the specter of an acid trip. Alicia is sucking my balls, and I hate having my balls sucked. “Here,” I interrupt, sitting in between Alicia and Liz with my back against the couch. Alicia goes right back to work and Liz holds her hair for a few moments before stopping to take her own top off. Liz’s breasts have the nicest puffiest nipples, peach and tender looking. Alicia closes her eyes and does a great job using her hands to stroke my shaft while using her mouth. She slobbers and leaves a thick coating of saliva, it squeezing through her fingers that hold a firm grip on the base of my shaft. She’s pretty good at giving head, probably didn’t fuck a lot in high school, but put her mouth to work for sure. The earlier raking may have been from nerves. My short memory of high school involved a lot of fingerbanging girls and getting head every chance I could.

Liz sits beside me and spreads one leg over the right side armrest, leaning on me a little. She lifts up her skirt a little and rubs herself through her panties, Alicia opens her eyes and sees her doing this, gets embarrassed, and focuses back on the blowjob. Every moment feels like an explosion of senses is going off in my brain. A matrix of nerves being stimulated at the speed of light up my spine, my cock a receiving point of absolute physical bliss. Alicia is sucking what feels like a pint of precum from my throbbing, granite hard shaft. “Aw fuck it,” Liz groans, as she lifts her legs and pulls her panties off. Her hand goes right back to work rubbing herself and I see she has a bare waxed slit with a glowing red button of a clit sticking out. “Alicia, look,” I say to her. Alicia opens her eyes and sees Liz for a moment, then closes her eyes and smiles. She rakes me a little and I tense up for a moment. “Alicia, you said you were ready,” I taunt her. Liz lets out a soft moan. “I can’t ...” Alicia pulls my dick out of her mouth long enough to answer. “I can’t, I’ve ... I’ve never done that before!” I laugh a little. “Haha, come on, you have to start sometime!”

“Yeah, but ...” Alicia won’t even look at Liz.

“-but what?”

“What if I’m bad at it?”

Liz sits up for a second, pussy still pointed towards Alicia’s face. “Honey, even a bad pussy licking is still good. Come have a taste of this, I know you want to try it,” she coos.

Liz makes an upside down peace symbol with her index and middle fingers to spread herself open, inviting Alicia to taste her inner nectar. I thrust my cock toward Alicia’s face. Alicia gives it a lick and a tug, a small bubble of precum flows from the opening of my penis which Alicia promptly licks off. Alicia looks at Liz and smiles. She blushes for a moment and then just dives into Liz’s crotch. I hold Liz’s left leg open and she throws her head back in a loud moan. Alicia has a little nervous laughter before moaning herself. Alicia is kneeling on the floor with her Brazilian sized ass pointing out towards the green heart neon on the wall, what a Kodak moment.

I slide myself out from under Liz and lean forward to slap Alicia’s wide ass. Her waist is narrower than it looked earlier, but that might be the liquor talking. My hand finds the top of her thighs from behind, rubbing her moist panties until her hips are grinding with the slow motions I’m making. I look at Liz and she’s staring me in the eyes, her right arm draped over the back of the couch, right leg over the side arm. Liz’s left hand is holding Alicia by the hair and grinding her face into her pussy, her left leg twitches with pleasure. Liz closes her eyes and all I can hear from Alicia is hard breathing and the sound of her lips sucking lips.

I’m breathing hard, my finger slipping into Alicia’s soft wet folds and finding her clit. She lets out a muffled sigh. First I rub her clit to make her groan, then switch to a shallow, slow fingering of her hole for a bit before getting on my knees. Alicia’s beautiful backside is staring me in the face, reward circuits in my mind race with activity. Switching to my thumb, I start slow and rub her gently on the inside, pressing down and pulling back on the inside wall. Her hips react and she arches her back and shudders with sensations. “Uhnn!” Alicia moans, pulling her head out of Liz’s pussy. “Oh I love that ...” she barely says as Liz yanks her by the hair back into her crotch. Liz’s face looks serious when she’s getting licked. I thumb fuck Alicia for a few more moments, Liz’s lips and face need some cock.

I stand up off the floor and put one leg on the couch. Leaning over I brace myself up against the wall and put my dick right in Liz’s face. She leans forward and pulls me closer with her free arm. One of my hands holds Liz by the hair, with her hand on my ass cheek to clawing me and pulling my cock deep into her mouth. A three freak circus, choruses of sex sounds play out from a big top, I’m the ringmaster of this coked up fuck fest. Concrete wall dust dries out my hands and distracts me from the fun, I pull back just as Liz moans. Penis spills out of her mouth and leaves a trail of spit on her cheek, both women let out gasps followed by low, horny growls. Liz pushes me to lay down on my back, while Alicia giggles as she pulls me towards her at the same time. “You go ... here!” Liz pushes me with a fist in the gut.

“Turn ... haha, this way?” Alicia’s chin is wet with some of Liz’s honey.

I ignore them both, bend down and flip Liz onto her stomach.

“That tickled!” she giggles, while sitting back up on her knees to expose her spit glazed swollen pussy.

I grab my shaft and it’s a bit less than fully hard. Right index and middle fingers find Liz’s opening and start to penetrate her deeply from behind, while my left had holds the back of Alicia’s head to get my cock started again. Alicia gets back to work and her spin cycle tongue works my dick into a fury, fast. I pull it out and it’s almost glowing red with an intense pressure inside of it. What power I feel. I pull my fingers out and line the head of my penis up with Liz’s pussy. She moans as it plays around inside of her folds and bumps up to her tight opening. She pushes back with her hips slightly and I’m lined up to go deep.

Alicia stands up beside me and holds Liz’s ass cheeks open while looking inside.

“So that’s what it looks like in person,” Alicia says with wonder. I give her a WTF look. “I mean, how it looks, not what, yeah!” she stammers.

Liz rocks her hips back and forth, the head falling out of her lips and then back in again. The head is lined up again, feeling the ring of her inner muscles clench up and release. Hips pushing forward to get the head to slide inside, the ring of her pussy clamps down again much harder this time. I pull back and try and pull out, the inner ring of her pussy muscles holding me in. Incredible sensations shoot down my penis and into my balls, which send back a squirt of precum as I lose control and moan out loud.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

Liz turns her head back sharply “Fucken want that do you?” she barks back at me.

I say nothing and Alicia reaches towards my balls and rolls them in her hands. Her narrow waist and round, bubble ass penetrate into my mind and capture my focus. I push with a little force and the ring around the head releases and I slide in halfway. Liz moans and I feel liquid run down my cock, Alicia’s hand finds my shaft and begins to rub Liz’s leaking cum down to the base and back up. Liz pushes back and I can feel my cock pulsing with pleasure again, my back arches and I slide in deeper, Alicia’s hand trapped between us. Alicia lets go and stands up, looks me in the eyes and kisses me. I reach down and move aside her panties, fingering her hole. My right hand slaps Liz’s ass and she pushes back down on me until I’m buried to the hilt.

I fuck Liz doggystyle for the next fifteen minutes. Her tight pussy relaxes as its fucked open enough for a little air to sneak inside, sloppy wet sounds of crude and real sex fill our ears. Sweat streams down my back as my senses relish in these raw moments. My sexual gluttony aware of its own non-limits, my cock probes Liz’s insides, the sucking and slurping of her vaginal opening pulls a load of cum out of me and nothing could stop my bestial fucking, our animal mating. Fantastic new highs are reached while orgasm grips the body, my mind takes flight and I envision the pleasure centers in my brain.

A mountain tall piano making Everest a small hill. German engineered, with slick Cupertino design queues gleaming with monochromatic appeal. Cut and polished platinum keys nuzzled together with the narrowest of tolerances between them, the ebony grand frame they rest in looking solid enough to support Atlas. Cocaine, the King of Titans, body muscled as a Greek god, carries two hammers of diamond. Black and white marble handles drilled through thick, rectangular bricks of polished clear carbon.

They all come together in a symphony of destruction.

Cocaine swings the hammers together and diamond pulverizes precious metal with each note. Platinum keys thundering as they are smashed, cataclysmic notes of pleasure reverberate in my brain. Cracks begin to warp the black pillars holding the sublime instrument up, the hateful conductor reaching his mighty crescendo. A final, deafeningly loud crash follows a double overhead swing that nearly vaporizes his hammers, the piano perishes into broken powder. I fall back on the couch mission successful; my second load inside Liz’s mangled cum ditch.

Liz falls onto her side breathing heavy. “Oh fuck, I was just about to cum again,” she sighs. I can barely breathe. Sweat from my back soaks into the couch. Alicia has been watching and masturbating, now that we stopped, she pulled her hand out of her panties and walks into the kitchen. Moments later, she is back with a couple glasses of water. She’s still wearing her top. “Here you need this!” she hands me a glass of water, I pass it to Liz. Alicia passes me the other glass, reaches to the side of the couch, and grabs a blanket before sitting down on my left. Liz sighs and giggles, fanning air to her face with her free hand. Alicia cuddles up to me a little and closes her eyes. “That was hot, now I feel so snuggly. Lights flash behind my eyes when I close them.” Maybe we did M and not E. I breathe in and out deeply, still trying to catch my breath from the enormous orgasm I just had.

On coke, it takes a little while to go from spent to ready again. I cuddle Alicia and cover up Liz with another blanket. We rest in the dark for nearly ten minutes before Liz sits up again.

“Hey Dyl, remember she said she wanted to try everything?”

“Yeah?”

“She didn’t get fucked,” Liz states. Alicia’s eyes stay closed.

“I think she’s sleeping anyways,” I wonder if I could go again, my cock is flaccid and I’m not feeling horny just yet.

Liz leans over and looks at Alicia’s face. “You know she’s just shy. Just get on her other side and spoon fuck her. I’ll let you know if she starts smiling,” Liz is such a dirty bird. Alicia was listening the whole time and she smiles with a giggle.