Reckless Abandon (567 hits)
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Submitted by Scott James (View user info) at 2004-11-06 17:19:31 EST
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I came back at four in the morning.
The apartment was just how I left it a few hours earlier - In ruins.
The lounge was okay. We had not spent long in there. The television was still blaring and the sofa still cradled the contents of the previous evening's takeout but there was little evidence to indicate what had happened here a few hours earlier.
I walked into the bedroom and smelt the rich aroma of stale sex and cheap crack.
The bed was in disarray. There was blood and puke all over the duvet and pubes all over the pillows. The trail of blood led from the bed, out into the lounge, across the floor and through to the bathroom.
Upon expecting the bathroom I seriously considered torching the entire building. The shower curtain half-torn from the railing was a nice touch but the stench of dried blood was overwhelming. It looked liked two men had been boiled alive and had their throats slit while their hearts were still pumping. There was blood, cum and pubes everywhere.
After simply standing in the doorway for five minutes, attempting to assimilate the past few hours in my feeble brain, I decided the best thing I could do was to sit down and the sofa and have a cigarette.
I have always known that the world was a seriously sick and depraved place.
When I was twelve I was expelled from school for beating another boy unconscious. I pounded on him for so long that my knuckles swelled and turned purple. I put his friend in the infirmary for three weeks. I would later learn that the doctors were unsuccessful in their attempts to reattach his ear. The headmaster, Professor Hyman, was not particularly impressed with my explanation. In fact, he called me a liar.
In his eyes, I was a worthless and spoilt reprobate who spat out the silver spoon I was born with and had nothing but contempt for the privileges bestowed on me by the great institution of Saint Jude's School for Troubled Boys. I was told, in no uncertain terms, that the two boys I had injured, were upstanding pillars of the school community and that, unlike me, they had successfully slain their demons and were on their way to becoming fine young men. The fact that both lads had been attempting to sodomise me shortly before the assault took place clearly did not wash with the headmaster.
Not that I was opposed to a little man love in those days. My first sexual experience was when I was thirteen. Mike was sixteen and captain of the school football team. I had just signed up to play in goal and Mike was the team's golden boy - a top-notch centre forward who was both handsome and charismatic.
He was also as gay as a snake.
Except, nobody knew that apart from me and the school's sports coach, Mister Hammer. But he was a bit too hairy for my taste. Besides, you should never trust a man who plucks his eyebrows but won't shave his stench trench on religious grounds.
Anyways, my first time was in a shower after training when Michael and I were the last to leave. Don't get tetchy, dear reader. That's all you're getting from me on that one. If you are expecting me to go into the sordid details of our little dalliance then you are going to be sorely disappointed. But trust me, I wasn't.
I didn't even have to drop the soap.
Things went on like that for a while. But after six months, Mike began to cool things off. I was not too bothered. It had been fun and I while I was far from in love with the boy, he would always have a special place in my heart as the one who popped my cherry. Besides, by that time I was regularly swapping bodily fluids with Anna, the janitor's daughter. She was into horses in a big way. Some of the other guys used to think that made her dirty. I am not entirely sure what is erotic about a woman cleaning up horseshit and grooming a stud's hair but then again I never did watch Animal Farm. She took a shine to me when we first met. I've no doubt it was because she had heard rumours of my sexual pursuits up until that point and she loved the idea of a challenge.
After that I decided I was more of a ladies' man than a boys' toy.
I looked around the apartment again. The digital clock above the television told me it was coming up to 5am. It was time to get out the rubber gloves and scrubbing brush.
I've lost track of the amount of men and women I've slept with. That's not a boast. That's just a cold hard fact. It actually bothers me sometimes. When it does I usually hit the town, drink a few beers and end up banging some broad up against a fence.
The more astute among you might see how I am trapped in a vicious circle of my own devices.
But that's not to say that I'm a cold-hearted sex hound. There are an awful lot of men and women in the world who are in dire need of an awful lot of loving.
Some more than most.
Jack was one such guy. Man, he was one of the sweetest lads I had the good fortune to meet. I was working as a chef in the uxorious Le Grande Hotel when Jack was appointed as a kitchen porter. He was seventeen, pimply-faced and as pure as the driven snow. A boy could not be more innocent. So it came as no surprise to me when on a drunken night after work, he confessed he was still a virgin.
"What? Never?" I slurred.
"No, not even once." He nodded sullenly.
"Shit, man," I started, "That isn't a problem. Some guys are a lot older than you when they first pop their cherry. Hell, I was twenty." I beamed.
This seemed to cheer him up. It was a blatant lie, but I did not want to leave the boy feeling humiliated by telling him the truth. Boys are sensitive like that. They tend to compare themselves to other men.
But then he said something I did not expect.
"Christ, I've never even copped a feel. Not even a kiss."
My eyes widened with genuine concern. This lad was missing out.
So, I made it my mission to get this boy laid.
It should have been easy enough. I knew far too many women who would have hopped, skipped and jumped at the chance at deflowering a lad such as Jack, but I had to be careful as to make sure the boy was not eaten alive.
So I called Anna.
She was twenty five now - A far cry from her days as a young adolescent when we had our wicked way with each other. In fact, when I laid eyes on her again - the first time in five years - I began to define the word "maturity" in a whole other way.
But she was still as filthy as sin. Christ, she hardly needed much coaxing when I outlined my plan to her. In fact, she was positively thrilled that of all the women I could have called, I chose her first.
Jack would not know what hit him.
The three of us went out for drinks a few nights later. That in itself was an evening to remember. We went out to all the major clubs, danced all night and even stopped for a spot of karaoke. Anna did a few lines of coke in the ladies while Jack and I took a few tabs of ecstasy. Hell, there's nothing like seeing a seventeen-year-old, acne-ridden virgin trying to mind-meld with a potted plant.
When the last orders were called Anna suggested that we all go back to my apartment for a party - Just the three of us.
The three of us were in the lounge watching television when Anna suggested putting on some porn. Man, she loved her porn. And not the soft-core stuff either. She actually turned down my first three suggestions because they were too tame.
She was one crazy lady.
After about ten minutes of watching some pretty, but not especially beautiful blonde, pummelled from both ends by two ugly, but sculpted men with enormous cocks, Jack started to have a fiddle of her own. She candidly suggested I should do the same.
"Get your cock out" She purred.
Given the spirit of drug-induced, drunken horniness that had saturated the room, I thought it would be rude not to. So dutifully, I whipped mine out and started beating at it with the frenzied excitement of pubescent schoolboy who had just seen his first porno mag. After about a minute, Anna leaned over the sofa and started what she delightfully referred to as "polishing me off".
When I was done (it took about three minutes) Anna licked her lips and ordered Jack to take off his clothes.
Yes, that's right. He was there the entire time. And he had a boner that would do any teenage boy proud.
At first, he was understandably cautious. Christ, he was petrified. In the end, Anna had to undress him herself. Which simply made everybody involved even hornier.
Even me.
"Right," She said, "Now fuck me"
By now we were in the bedroom, all as naked as the day we were born. Anna was on all fours waiting. The order was issued to Jack, but I could see he was having trouble coming to terms with what was in front of him. I was about to make a suggestion when Anna simple pulled Jack on to the bed and started "polishing him off". His face was right beneath her crotch as they sixty-nined for a little while. In-between mouthfuls, Anna asked Jack to lick her clit. After about ten minutes, she asked me to find it for him.
And so it was.
I was fucking Anna from behind, as she was sucking on Jack's cock, as he was licking out her clit, with my balls banging on his face. Our mother's would be proud.
But a strange thing happened that night. Jack could not cum. Oh, he was as stiff as a rock and had all the energy and enthusiasm a growing boy needs but he could not even shoot blanks. By this time, I was done. I shot my shit and was ready for bed. Anna had other ideas. She was mighty perplexed by the thought of not being able to make a virgin shoot his load. So she went at it even harder, bouncing away on top of him like a berserk nymphomaniac, all the while screaming "FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!" as she experienced orgasm upon orgasm, while Jack simply could not keep up.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the lounge to watch some television, careful to close the bedroom door quietly on the way out.
About thirty minutes later I heard a gut-wrenching scream from the bedroom. I bolted upright to see the door fly open as Jack sprinted across the lounge to the bathroom, hands over his cock, with blood gushing everywhere. I stumbled into the bedroom to find it in ruins. Anna was on her back, speechless with orgasm-induced brain damage and covered in blood. And puke. Judging from the creamy-coloured substance dripping from her chin I could tell it was hers.
I ran to the bathroom to find Jack with his dick in his hands, running it under a cold tap.
"What the fuck happened?" I asked, as calmly as I could.
"She fucking ripped it!!!" He screamed.
"How?" I felt enquired to ask.
"She was fucking me too hard." Six words I never thought I would hear escape a man's lips. "What the fuck am I going to do?" He screamed.
What indeed were we going to do? While the initial damage had caused the bathroom to be rinsed down in blood, his dick only appeared to be dripping now, from a nasty gash on the underside of the tip. I knew he needed surgery to repair it.
Jack refused to go.
"No, man," He pleaded, "My fucking mom will kill me!"
So after an in-depth discussion Jack and I made a healthy and unanimous decision to wrap his cock in a tea towel.
When we were done, Anna had emerged from the bedroom, fully-clothed and covered in blood. She left without as much as an apology. Crazy bitch.
Jack sat on the sofa with his knob in a knot while he waited for me to get dressed to drive him home.
We drove back to his house in silence. When he got out he turned around and stuck out his hand. Confused, I took it.
"Thanks for a great night, man" He beamed.
"Are you serious?" I coughed.
"Sure," He said, "I lost my virginity in a threesome. How many guys can say that?"
"But your dick," I said, "Promise me you will have it checked out."
"Nah, it doesn't hurt so much now. In fact, I can do this with it."
He whipped out his dick and I swear to god, cocked it like a shotgun. He even made the "click-click" noise through his gritted teeth.
"It never did that before." He giggled before turning in for the night.
I finally finished cleaning up my apartment at around 7am. I had to put most of my linen in the trash and I'm pretty sure my security deposit is fucked now that the carpet is stained with blood.
But still, life is worth living. It's not worth quibbling over the little things, like getting your dick ripped in threesome.
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