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Sometimes, it looks like you've turned a corner, like there's a light at the end of the tunnel.
Sometimes, though, Fate can be very deceptive and cruel and just when you think things can't get any worse, the walls come tumbling down. You realise that even though you've been at the bottom looking up, now you're looking up at the bottom. And there appears to be no way out.
Tassy sent me a farewell e-mail before she left. I wished her all the best and knew that I wouldn't get to see her much anymore.
Caleb... well, who knows. I went by his house another couple of times, but it was deserted just like the other times of late. I was spotted by one of the neighbours and asked her if she'd seen him or knew anything of his whereabouts. All she said was that she'd not seen him since before the holidays.
The first real day of the snowstorm was mad. I always go a bit crazy like a kid when I first see the snow. Of course, by the second day, I'm sick of that and the cold.
Anyway, I decided to do some cleaning on that first day of snow. It was the first time I'd cleaned my room in ages, and didn't have anything to do with some creepy crawlies I spotted on the walls and under the bed. Well, mother keeps telling me that the worms will eat me if I don't clean very often!
So I did all the labourious tasks. I decided to open the window to let some nice, fresh, crisp air in.
Alas for me as I had no idea that my beloved brother, the mechanic next door, would be playing with cars all afternoon long and all the carbon monoxide fumes would end up in my room. It's not the first time this has happened, but this time I just snapped. Something inside me said enough's enough.
I'd had enough of him, all my suffering was directly linked to him and the fact that when I worked for him, he decided that he wouldn't pay me and that I was just doing him a sibling favour. Whereas, all along, his wife would be overcharging the credit card purchasing new furniture and other such luxuries. How dare he insult me like this? What does he think I am?
Unfortunately, though, being such a gutless wonder and he being an ex body builder with a short temper, I knew that it wasn't wise to upset him too much. That's why I always complain to mother about him.
"I can't believe that son of yours - who does he think he is? If I call the pollution people, they'll shut him down, you know. I can't even breathe fresh air in my own house - not to mention that noise!" I shouted at mother.
She didn't seem to be too impressed or compassionate, though.
"Don't you dare call anybody. He's my son too and I forbid you," she told me bluntly.
How dare she take his side! It's not like he lives with her and looks after her.
"He's trying to make a living," she continued. "It's a job. You remember what a job is? If you had a job, you wouldn't be here all day long to put up with it!"
I couldn't believe my ears. It was like mother was possessed with brother's spirit - or father's. It was betrayal on a grand scale. I should have told her about the dozens of e-mailed rejections I've collected on my PC.
"He has a family, a job, a house - he's worthy. What about you?" She stared at me.
What about me? Is it my fault I'm such a pathetic loser? Yeah, I guess is it. Sure, rub it in now, why don't you...
I felt like I'd reached boiling point and the walls were closing in on me. I had to run out. I had to inhale some fresh air.
The roads outside were slippery, the low hanging clouds looked gloomy and upset - just as I felt. The streets were soggy with the half-melted snow, but I knew that it wouldn't be long until it started raining and even snowing again.
I walked up the street, as fast as I could. Not looking behind me. I didn't want to know what was happening. I felt like a woeful teenager running away from home. I wanted to get as far away from the place as I could, and not leave any crumbs behind.
Around the corner, I bumped into Miles, who was coming out of the gym.
"Hey, buddy," he began. I wasn't at all interested in what he had to say, but at least he'd keep my mind off the scenario back home.
"Hey," I mumbled glumly.
"Have you thought about what I said the other time? About the whores? One call from me and I'll organise something you'll never forget," he reminded me.
"Like what? What can they offer me that they didn't offer me the other time?"
"I can't tell you... it will be big. Something very special. How about it? If we go today, I'm sure the place won't be full and you'll get some extra attention," he winked at me.
I wasn't sure what he meant. Did I really want to know?
"I told you that I don't have the money..." I reminded him.
"Don't worry about that. Unless you want to tip them... tipping is encouraged..."
I recalled having read something about that on the internet a while ago when I was getting desperate enough to think about visiting a whore.
"C'mon, one call and it'll be fixed. If it's not the best time of your life, I'll never bother you again!" My, he's a bit keen!
"What's in it for you?" I asked.
"Me? Nothing... I'm just helping out a friend..."
"... and... well... I've earned enough bonus points for an overnight stay. Yeah and if we go together, my mother won't be suspicious and I can tell her that I stayed at your place overnight," he explained. Yeah, that would be about right.
"Points? What points?"
"Oh, I'm a very.. err.. Frequent patron..." was it my imagination or was Miles blushing?
In any case, I knew that I didn't want to go back home. Anything would be better.
"OK, let's go. Today. Now!" I demanded.
"I'll call them now, but it might take a couple of hours to get everything ready. I've got to go home and shower, anyway. What about you?"
"I'm not going home," I told him, shaking my head. "I'll go to the Munch and wait for you there, OK?"
He agreed and walked off home.
I took a detour on the way to The Munch.
Yeah, enough's enough all right... I've had enough of living like they did in the years of the depression. When was the last time I spent money on myself - on something to make me happy?
I withdrew a couple of hundred dollars from my account, leaving only a few crummy dollars unscathed.
Yes, I felt guilty. Yes, I felt naughty. Yes, I felt like there were so many better things I could spend my money on, rather than whores. But I had to. I felt compelled.
I spoiled myself in The Munch. I bought a nice hot chocolate and one of their delicious home made cookies. Still no sign of Caleb. I asked the waitress if she'd heard anything; she hadn't.
Peering out into the busy street, people were rushing about, picking their children up from school, peering into the sky, wondering when the next blast of frozen water would piss down on them and if they'd make it home on time.
I wonder if they know... I wonder what they'd do if they knew where I'm going...
Not wanting to think, I picked up some trashy gossip magazine to pass the time. In the film news, I saw something of interest:
Filming wound up recently on the third instalment of the Zom-Boner series. The controversial film, not for the faint hearted, is rumoured to contain several sequences which will have a tough time going through the film board. The filmmakers have defended the film as being tongue in cheek (a severed tongue and a rotting cheek, that is) and state that the series has a set of loyal followers who'll go to great lengths to watch it. A release date is planned for Halloween.
Great, another fun film. It would be so much fun to watch it on the big screen. If only Caleb were there to watch it with me. Halloween sounds like it's ages away.
For a while, I drifted away into nothingness. I put away the magazine and just stared at one of the abstract paintings on the wall. To tell you the truth, they look like the mess you'd see on the floor of The Munch after a busy weekend.
I stared deeper and deeper, until the lines began moving. They'd sprung to life. The hues were merging and calling my name. One more to go, they kept telling me. One more to go.
"One more what?" I asked, aloud, snapping out of the trance.
The waitress turned and looked at me.
"What was that, dear? You want another one?" She asked.
"No, I'm fine," I told her.
Miles was waving at me from the outside. I gestured for him to come in, he opened the door and took a step inside.
"Sit down, I'll buy you a drink," I offered.
"No, we've got to go - now! They're expecting us before the evening rush, come on!"
The trip to the whorehouse was uneventful - aren't most trips? I really didn't know what to expect. I really wasn't in the mood for anything. However, I did notice some light snow flakes had started to fall by the time we pulled into the house of ill repute.
"Remember," Miles pulled me aside, "I'm going to stay here tonight, so don't wait for me, go home after you finish. If the old dragon comes over and asks about me, tell her I'm in the shower or something. I doubt she will as she'd be fast asleep by the time you return home." I agreed.
The first thing I noticed when we entered, was just how hot it was in there. It had to be, I suppose, but I'd gotten so unaccustomed to heating, that it felt absolutely tropical.
Miles muttered something to the lady at the front desk who looked at me briefly, smiled and pointed for us to go upstairs.
We were the only ones there. Thank goodness for that. Imagine being cornered by some dirty old man and being felt up!
"This way, sir," a tap on the shoulder informed me. I turned and looked at him and he was a very handsome guy. Dirty blonde hair, square jaw. Beneath his suit and tie, I'm sure he packed quite an athletic body.
"Go with him, and don't forget what I told you before," Miles whispered to me.
I nodded and followed the hunk.
He turned into a corridor, leading into a room in a part of the complex I'd never been to before.
Beyond the heavy red drapes was a large, old wooden door. He opened the door and there was darkness inside. He guided me in and led me to sit down. Curious as I was, my heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to follow. A few whispers here and there led me to believe there was more than one person in the room. Now I was very eager.
A strange hand touched me. I jumped unexpectedly.
The hand began rubbing my crotch with the usual results - I was hard almost instantly. A hot breath brushed across my cheek, a forceful tongue made its way into my mouth. I was out of control and had no idea of what to expect next. Opening my mouth, the foreign tongue explored every corner of my mouth, before hastily exiting
Next, something else slapped me across the face. Something else wanted to enter my mouth. It felt nothing like the tongue just before. I poked my tongue out to give a tentative lick and my suspicions were confirmed; it was a hard cock.
I licked it like my life was depending on it. It had been such a long time since I last had a real throbbing erection in my mouth. Does every cock have a slightly different taste, or is it my imagination?
Licking down towards the shaft, I cupped the balls gently. This resulted in gentle moans. At least I was doing something right!
Two hands grabbed hold of the back of my head and forced the stiff man meat I'd been licking deep down my throat. I almost choked at its enormous size. It was too good to be true, surely!
Faster and faster the hot stranger thrust his tool in and out of my mouth. His balls drew up close to his body - a sure sign that he was close to orgasm.
I wanted to take his cock deep, so he could spill his love juice down my throat. He had other ideas and pulled out completely.
Suddenly, the lights came on and the hot stranger who was jerking off to climax in my face was none other than Bo Sharpe - my favourite porn star!
In such a state of shock and disbelief as I was, I found myself literally doused in his spray of hot cum, which landed all over my face and hair.
Bo lifted me up and proceeded to lick as much of the cum off my face as he could.
Our tongues finally met again and I savoured every tangy remnant of his protein liquid.
The lights went out again. Somebody handed me a damp hot towel with which I cleaned myself as best I could.
A couple of minutes later, the lights came back on.
In the middle of the room was a giant bed. The room was laden with mirrors - even on the ceiling. In one corner, a table with some bottles and glasses.
On the bed were two guys, feeling each other up.
Bo Sharpe entered again and walked up to me.
"I hope you enjoyed the introduction to a very special evening?" He asked me.
I didn't know what to say, still reeling in disbelief.
"But.. you... you're Bo Sharpe, aren't you? Am I dreaming?" It certainly felt like a dream.
"Does this feel like a dream?" Bo grabbed my crotch and rubbed some.
"No, I guess not," I moaned.
Bo walked over to the table, poured a couple of drinks and brought them back.
"Here, have one of these. It's a special drink that will make you forget all that pains you, and make you give in to the ultimate pleasure, allowing you to fulfil every passionate fantasy you've ever had - and then some," he handed me the cup.
I don't usually drink, but I thought I might as well give in. It's not like I have anything to lose.
After the first sip, I realised I'd never had anything like this before.
After the second sip, I began to feel very hot.
After the third sip, I felt like I was floating in a dream.
All my inhibitions had disappeared, I was loose, carefree. I felt hot and horny.
The guys on the bed had removed most of their clothes. All they wore were their bow ties, which made them look sexy.
They walked up to me.
"Hi, I'm Marcus," said the guy who ushered me into the room moments earlier. I was correct about his built.
"And my name is Josh," the other guy had very dark brown hair and a swimmer's physique.
Both guys had a slight dusting of hair on their chest, though Josh's was more evident as it was darker.
A slight snail trail led down to two bushes, and nestled within each bush was a semi erect cock.
Marcus had a fat tool, but Josh's was a bit longer. Both cut gems, with a couple of drops of pre cum oozing, which I rubbed and was rewarded with swiftly hardening erection.
"Have some more to drink," they offered.
I drank the remainder of the bizarre elixir. I couldn't think. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel. Like it was the only thing I could do and my life depended on it.
Somehow, on the way to the bed, my clothes dropped off. I didn't care about how or why. I had two hot studs on either side of me? I wanted them and - most importantly - they wanted me.
"You're hot... will you fuck me?" Asked one.
"Or would you like me to fuck you?" Asked the other.
"Yes, I want it. I want it all... everything... let's do it all tonight..." The potion was taking effect. I needed the taste of flesh. I was hot, full of desire and longing, in the mood for anything and everything.
I felt dizzy, light on my feet and light headed. We made it to the bed, where I lay down and shut my eyes.
A cock wanted some attention, I licked and sucked like a young suckling puppy. Trying to suck out any remaining drops of salty pre cum.
A pair of lips made their way down to my hardness, which I hadn't even noticed up to this point. The mouth was hot and soft and the sucking action was mind blowing. I yelped out loudly, groaning with pleasure.
It was so intense that I thought I was going to die! Hey, I might have died and gone to heaven - imagine spending eternity in this way!
"I've a special present for you." Opening my eyes, I saw Bo standing above me, touching his soft cock. "Open wide!"
I did as he requested and in turn I felt a splash down my throat - he was pissing in my mouth, and smiling contented. I didn't know what to make of it, never having really thought about piss, but I confess to having enjoyed it; it was like a prolonged ejaculation. Of course, the taste was somewhat different - a dissimilar tang - and of course the consistency.
I swallowed as much as I could, but it wasn't enough as most ran out the sides of my mouth.
When Bo finished, he knelt down and our tongues wrestled a while as he giggled, probably with the smell of his piss on my breath!
A finger gently explored my crack, finding the hole which was it's aim. It was Josh. He was getting his cock lubricated with one hand, and digitally fucking me with the other. First one, then two and finally three fingers made themselves deep inside me. I screamed when he first massaged my prostate.
At last, he substituted his digits for his love missile.
Slow strokes to begin with as Marcus resumed sucking my cock head and Bo sat on my face.
Ever so gently, I pulled apart his two butt cheeks, softly inhaling his essence of manliness. My tongue carefully began to lick up and down his crack, kindly tugging on the few stands of hair I discovered down there.
"Lick my hole, man!" Bo laughed. I obliged.
Josh's strokes became longer as he settled to a slow rhythm. Marcus decided to lick Josh's cock as it was penetrating me.
Though Bo enjoyed me performing anilingus on him, he wound up putting his nut sack in my face a while - so I could soak in more of that manly scent - and then shoved his fattening cock back in my mouth. I sucked with all my might, and took it all the way down my throat with my face buried in his bush as Bo grunted ecstatically.
Gentle sucks, moans, long strokes, my butt hole was starting to feel sore.
"Room for one more?" Marcus asked me as he stood adjacent to Bo. Wow, can I take both cocks at once?
Not too sure that I did it! It was a bit of a blur as I laid back in ecstasy, letting my natural - and unnatural - urges take me into auto pilot. I'm nothing but a fuck machine without a care in the world. Laying back and enjoying the ride.
"I'm close..." somebody groaned. I looked up and it was Josh.
He withdrew his firm cock, massaging himself to a climax over my hard cock. His cum was like icing on the cake, and my cock was the candle on the cake. Surprisingly, Josh began to lick up his own spewed juice, licking my cock and balls gently.
"You want it down the hatch?" Bo asked me.
I nodded, not much else I could do with a cock in my mouth.
Bo threw back his head as I felt his meat pulse as it began shooting his hot seed down my throat. It was thick and salty and all mine! Bo Sharpe's baby making juice was all mine!
Marcus was rubbing his erection oh the top of my head, probably wanting to use my hair as some type of fuck rag. That's original!
With a couple more rubs, he groaned and I felt his jizz land on my forehead.
"Have another drink, this'll make you feel better," somebody handed me the cup and I felt compelled to drink it all.
Somebody lifted me up and put me over their shoulder.
"Hey... what's up..." I slurred out.
"You trust me, don't you?"
"Well, what we're going to do will make you feel very good. Much pleasure for you..."
I didn't know if I passed out or what, but I remember that my hands were cuffed. I was standing upright - barely - with my cuffed hands up above me, tied to something. I wanted to yell out, to scream, but nothing would come out.
I looked doe eyed and saw a crowd of guys fucking in front of me. They were putting on a show for me, only for me. I could look, but I couldn't participate. My cock was hard, so hard that it was unbearable. I thought I was going to explode! But my hands were in bondage and I couldn't rub my cock! Fuck!
Somewhere, in the distance... no, it couldn't be...
He didn't hear me. Nobody heard me. It was like they on the TV screen or something, but they felt so real, so close.
Did I yell out, or was it just in my imagination?
Sometime later, my cock still hard, my threesome returned as the others disappeared.
A blindfold covered my eyes. I was frightened. For the first time, I was frightened. But above all, I was excited.
Six hands touched me all over. My stiff cock was getting some attention, somebody tugged on my balls.
I want to cum... I have to cum... I must cum!!!
Somebody flicked and pinched my nipples; tugged on the hair on my chest.
I felt hot and was getting hotter. Either I was going to explode or have a heart attack.
The hot juice was boiling over in my balls and I felt that I was oozing pre cum like Bo was pissing earlier!
Finally, all hands seemed to concentrate on the area down below. My balls were getting rubbed and massaged and it felt so good. My cock was being rubbed and I felt somebody rubbing my cock head on the palm of their hand.
This was all too much for me. The thought that Bo Sharp was jerking me off, along with the other hunks, was what got me over the edge.
"I'm cumming!!" I warned them.
A couple of spasms and as felt the first wave of cum shooting out, I felt a soft tongue licking the cock head and a mouth covered my cock, not missing a drop. Wave after wave of my special brew shot out, leaving me weak at the knees and breathing heavily.
Had I not been hanging there, I would have fallen over in a heap after such an intense orgasm.
My heart was still racing as I felt a cum covered tongue requesting entry into my mouth. At long last the blindfold was lifted. Bo was standing before me.
Bo Sharpe slurped up my cum!
"Have one of these," something sweet got shoved in my mouth and I passed
When I awoke, I was in a different room, all alone.
I was naked, my clothes neatly piled beside the bed. I put them on, bleary eyed.
What the fuck happened? Was it real or have I completely lost the plot?
Light on my feet, I walked out the door, down the stairs where I saw the lady at the front desk was now replaced by an older, tattooed leather clad guy.
"Have a good time, sir?" He enquired.
"Hmmm... yeah, I think so... " was the best reply I could mutter feeling so groggy.
A waft of cold air hit me as somebody opened the front door. I looked outside. It was dark. It was cold and it was snowing.
Fuck! How late is it? Mother will be worried sick about me.
"Can you tell me the time?" I asked the desk guy.
"It's about..." he looked down to his watch, "a quarter to two."
"Thanks." My jaw dropped open and eyes opened wide.
I ran out and rushed to get home as fast as I could. Of course, with the snow and slippery roads, this wasn't an easy thing.
What am I going to do? What will I tell mother? That I spent a night of lust in a whore house? Think, by fuck, think!
The traffic was light at that time of night, so I made it home faster than I'd anticipated.
I noticed that the lights were still on inside. Mother was probably still up waiting for me. Fuck, I was surely never going to hear the end of it.
I entered the house as slowly and softly as I could, taking some deep breaths and trying to relax before confronting her.
"I know what you're going to say, but I can explain," I said as I entered the living room.
Mother was slumped over in her chair.
"Mother? Mother?!? What is it? wake up!" I began to panic.
I walked over to her, pulled her up and realised that she wasn't breathing. In fact, it looked like she hadn't been breathing for a while.
I called the paramedics, who arrived promptly - I think. I'm not sure as I was in a state of shock and couldn't stop shaking.
They covered me with a blanket and gave me something to calm me down.
They brought in a stretcher, put mother on it and covered her with a sheet.
She was dead.