Toxic

by A. C. Bextor

  I had already been accepted as a prospect into Peril and had just turned eighteen. I was happy to have a room there and a place to call my own. Hem and Doc were already tight. On occasion he and I would hang out with him at his house, but never at the club

  Doc wouldn’t allow an under aged Hem to hang around Peril. He told both Hem and I, when we were finally old enough to make our own decisions, without being persuaded with sex and alcohol, then we could partake in the activities. Until then, we were never to be found inside - under any circumstance.

  He wouldn’t allow us to rely on the fact that being a member was only about the perks. God, Hem use to bitch about how tough he was and how he could handle it. For our own good, Doc never wavered, thus Hem was yet to be allowed in. No one under the age of eighteen entered unless Doc approved it, and he rarely ever did.

  Getting out of the truck, I head into the hotel lobby. I’m flooded with memories of that day. These are good memories, funny as hell, and I’ve never let Hem forget how awkward those twenty minutes were, but how fuckin’ fun it was to be with him that night.

  Before I can find a comfortable chair and a cup of hot coffee to warm my weary body, I remember my phone had been shut off last night so I could fuck Mace without interruption.

  I turn it on, wait for a bit, and see I have a new message from my girl. Shit. I should have checked to be sure it was at least on earlier.

  -Mace-

  Call me.

  This can’t be good. It’s rare I don’t get a little cyber hug or kiss when she sends me her chick messages. Look at me, a grown ass man staring at a cell phone wondering where his virtual hugs and kisses are at. I’ve got to stop living so far in the past, this trip down memory lane today is causing me to lose testosterone at a rapid fire pace.

  I hit the button and wait for her to answer. I get nothing. Voice mail picks up, so I leave a quick message. “Sweetheart, it’s me. My phone was off, hope you’re not worried. I’m around town, just wasting time until I gotta be at the church. I love you, baby. Call me back.”

  Putting my phone back in my pocket, ensuring that it’s on this time, I get a coffee and find a chair. The last time I was here I remember the exact room where it all started. The currently employed desk clerk looks at me funny, but I send her a look that tells her to mind her own business and thankfully she does.

  I had reacquainted with a lady at the club that night. She had made no qualms about letting me know she wanted to spend the evening with me again, well rather under me, but it’s all the same. I had found my way through several women through the years, but once I was prospected into Peril these women flocked to me. Most were direct, hot as fuck, and were up for anything, and I mean anything at all.

  Hem had called me just a few minutes after I had planned to take the woman to bed in my room at Peril. Fucker always had shit timing, but he was stressed, I could tell.

  ~~~~~

  “Calm down, brother. Jesus, you’re spun the fuck up.”

  “Hey asshole, I just fuckin’ told you why. He fuckin’ just took a shot at me. Mom’s wasted, yet again, and Warren’s aiming his fury at me with his fuckin’ fist and it’s upsetting my mom even more. I have to get out of here. No way can Warren and I stay under this house together tonight. It can’t happen, bro. You have to help.”

  Immediately I’m picturing my Mace - alone, scared, and upset. “Where the fuck is your sister?”

  “Calm down, big brother, she’s good. She’s with Sadey’s mom and dad. They took the girls to a movie and dinner. Will Doc let me come over or not? I can’t stay here, and I’m too young to check myself into a hotel. It’s bad here, man.”

  I hear Warren yelling at him from another room. He’s calling Patrick every fuckin’ name he can think of to try to hurt him and Lynda.

  Fuckin’ asshole.

  Pulling this woman’s hands out of my pants, I stand with my dick hanging out and look down at it. I see it scowling at me in anger. It was getting ready to be sucked by this red lipped beauty.

  I look to her with determination and speak the words harshly. “Hold on, stay here. Don’t fuckin’ move, I’ll be right back.” I grab her tit with my hand and give it a hard squeeze as she giggles at me.

  “Are you with another woman, Shame? Son of a fuckin’ bitch, man.”

  “Yeah, asshole, I was getting ready to be ‘til you called. You’re lucky I cared to answer, or you would’ve gone right to voicemail and I would’ve been dick deep in her mouth right now.”

  He ignores my guilt trip. “Can I come over or not?”

  “Not a good idea. Party is tonight, and you know Doc won’t let you set foot in here and definitely not during the festivities.”

  “Fuck. Alright. I’ll take Mom’s car and sleep at the water tower then.”

  The water tower. Fuck yeah, this gives me an idea.

  “Patrick, wait. Meet me at Shasta’s Motel on Benedict Drive. You know where that’s at?”

  “Yeah, I do. Be there in ten.”

  “Out.” Maybe I can help little Patrick after all.

  The woman in my bed agrees to go with me to ‘check on my poor little brother'. She has no idea what’s next. I’m going to make her believe this is all about her. I’m already going to hell, why not make the ride there interesting?

  Once we make it to the hotel, I step out of the car and look at Patrick. His left eye is swollen, and he’s been crying. Although he’s already sixteen and knows how Warren feels about him, words that Warren speaks to Lynda has the bigger impact on his emotions. He can take a good beatin’ but can’t handle his mom’s emotional distress.

  Fuckin’ Warren Cash, you’re a bastard.

  Once he spots us; he comes running towards me and immediately he pulls me in for a man hug then looks beyond my body to the blonde bombshell who is slinking her way to my side.

  Mary, Morgan, Marron? Fuck, I can’t remember the woman’s name.

  “Patrick, this is my friend.”

  Patrick smiles, attempting to hide his own laughter. “This friend have a name, Shame, or you forget already?”

  Fuckin’ Douchebag! No wonder he’s never been laid, he’s got the charm of a damn rattle snake and he’s leaking venom without provocation.

  “I’m Melody.”

  Melody. Fuck, I knew I was close.

  She’s a little shyer now that we have company. She sure as fuck wasn’t shy on the way here, her lipstick currently stains my favorite boxers.

  “Whatever. Can you just get me a room, please? I’m sure you two have plans tonight.”

  Oh Patrick, brother, I’ve got plans, but they’re for you. I smile fondly at him before he senses my mood.

  I nudge Patrick to get him moving. “Let’s go. Come on, Melody. You can help me get him settled before we go.”

  Dense blonde bombshell that she is. “We’re leaving? Where’s the fun in that?”

  Playin’ dumb, I answer. “Yeah, we’re leaving. Not staying here all night. Things to do, let’s go.”

  As I pay for a suite, I see Melody has already taken a liking to Patrick. She’s running both her hands up and down his chest as he’s leaning his back away from her in hopes she doesn’t kiss him. He and I have had talks about sex, but other than knowing he’s a virgin, I don’t really know if he’s ever even touched or kissed a girl.

  Still watching from the bell desk, I’m amused by the scene in front of me. She’s a cougar, and she’s set her eyes on Patrick as prey. He’s wanting nothing to do with any of it. His mind is on Warren and his mom back at the house. I’m about to help him let off some steam. I’m going to give him my date. This is big for me, I wouldn’t usually turn down free pussy, but from the looks of him tonight, he needs this more than I do.

  “Melody, can you remove your claws from my friend here? He’s upset, and I want to show him to his room. Stay here, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Dangling the bait.

  “No, I’ll tag along. He looks like he could use some company.” And we’re on the
hook.

  Patrick’s eyes go wide. He’s catching on to what I’m setting up here. Don’t pussy out.

  Once in Patricks’ room, I take Melody’s mouth and cover it with my own, pushing her towards the king sized bed that centers the suite. Immediately, before Patrick can say anything, I lift her shirt up and over her head and toss it to the ground. If I’m going to lose my own release tonight, before walking out that door, I’m going to get a glimpse of what I’m missin’.

  If she denies Patrick this, I’ll accept that and not push. I wouldn’t ever push a woman into something she doesn’t want. She does though - she can’t take her eyes off my friend. If he were anyone else I’d be jealous and pissed off, but I love him like a brother … what is mine is his and vice versa.

  After laying her down on the bed, I start to walk away and towards the door. She doesn’t stop me – she just lays in waiting. Since the realization has settled, Patrick starts to panic. “Whoa, Shame. What the fuck? Where the hell are you going?”

  I continue my exit, ignoring Patrick’s questioning words. He’s never had sex, and I won’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to either, but I’m willing to lay down a menu and let him choose if and what he wants to eat.

  ”This is for you, she wants you – look at her.”

  He moves his head from me to her, and I swear I see his body jolt with anticipation. “I don’t think this is a good idea, man.”

  “Sure, it is. What are you waiting for?”

  Once I turn around and grab the handle to the hotel room door, I hear her call me. “Shame, he’s got a point. Where are you going?”

  She wants it all tonight. I’ve never had a threesome with another brother. In my mind, I’m sure this will end with an awkward twist, but looking back at her on that bed, I can’t help be turned on.

  Before Patrick has an opportunity to say anything else, like refuse, I walk back to her and start unbuttoning my jeans. If I make eye contact, he may come to his senses and let what’s about to happen in front of him sink in, then he could panic and this would all be for nothing.

  In or out, buddy. Decide quick ‘cause I’m going in with or without you.

  I hear him adjusting his clothes. He's in, and this could go really well, or it will end with him and me never being able to look at each other in the face again.

  I know he’s touchin’ himself near the door on the other side of the room. His breathing is ragged and since she’s staring at him, I‘m sure this is bringing him up quickly.

  Walking to her, I get myself comfortable, spreading her thigh wide for my view. I move my mouth to her core, baiting my buddy into wanting more of a taste. I start licking through her already wet slit. Her pussy is bare of hair and her skin inside is bright pink. She takes care of herself. She’s fuckin’ perfect for him.

  “Bring him here.” She’s talking to me, but looking at Patrick.

  With her words, he finally makes his way to us. His dick is hard in his hand, and he’s still fully dressed. He looks like a fifth grader who just discovered that his penis isn’t always limp.

  “Touch her, Patrick. She’s asking.”

  “No, she didn’t. Fuck, Shame, this is all kinds of fucked up.” He’s running his hands through his cropped hair and shaking his head back and forth. His dick is the only thing on his body that seems interested at this point.

  Her eyes are laced with lust, and I’m unsure she’s going to wait for Patrick to make a decision. “Come here, Patrick. I want you to touch me.”

  He’s still unsure, I can hear this as he mutters, ‘Fuck’ and continues pacing, still holding his hands to his hair, pulling slightly to create a momentary diversion in his mind.

  I continue my assault with my tongue; she’s already close. Finally, he walks closer to the bed and stands over us. After realizing he’s finally in this, completely, I move from the bed, and he takes the exact place I held, except he’s draped his body over hers, and he’s kissing her - gently. She accepts his tenderness for a few seconds, but then grows tired and reaches for his head and forces his body to hers. He’s using his hands to explore her. He’s like a kid in a candy store. He doesn’t know which flavor to start with.

  I don’t mind watching, but suddenly I’m the third wheel and I don’t appreciate it. I’m not willing to just sit back and touch myself, no fuckin’ way. I’m in all the way as well, or the party is over. I said I wasn’t jealous, didn’t say I wasn’t greedy.

  Leaning over her face while he works her chest, sucking so hard he’s causing red marks to appear, I position my body in such a way so she can take my cock in her mouth. “Suck it hard and fast. Make me cum.”

  She’s good at this; I got a taste earlier, and I want it again. Opening her mouth and letting me guide my cock in, she begins to suck me eagerly, and I look over to Patrick, who has stopped his movement and is now staring at us as if cameras were rolling and porn was in play.

  “Don’t I need a umm condom or something?” Newbie.

  My voice is strained because this woman’s mouth is taking in every bit of me. Avoiding awkward eye contact, I lift my head and study the ceiling. “My jeans ... behind you on the floor … in my wallet. Grab one, put it on and get after it.”

  “Christ, Shame. She’s not a fuckin’ animal.”

  The same time he says that she growls around my cock, sending vibrations rippling through me. He hears it and darts off the bed quickly to my jeans. She smiles around my dick, looks at me, and winks. Shit, she’s fuckin’ beautiful to not only feel, but to watch.

  She stops sucking me and drops my cock. I hold it in my hand not too far from her face. She looks at Patrick. “I’m yours tonight, whatever you want.”

  I look down at her, rubbing her jaw with my fingers as a form of thanks. She smiles at me and winks again. She’s figured out what’s up, and she’s leading Patrick where she wants him to go. She senses his virginity and she’s as turned on by him as he is her.

  Edging my dick from her cheek and back into her mouth again, I’ve missed Patrick coming back to the bed, finally undressed, and already wearing the condom. I’m about to lose a chance at her pussy. I don’t care if he’s wearing a condom or not, I’m not going in after him.

  Fuck, what I don’t sacrifice for his young and inexperienced ass.

  As he enters her, I hear him moan with a deep dark growl. My little brother just became a man - in every sense of the word.

  She whimpers on my cock again and the picture in front of me has spurred me into climax.

  “Fuck!” I’m pumping into her as fast and hard as I think she can take me, feeling the back of her throat with every thrust. She sucks every bit of cock in her mouth and milks me fuckin’ dry.

  Sadly for Patrick, he watches this and loses himself in her, as well. My friend got thirty seconds of ecstasy, but he won’t ever forget it.

  Once we all get cleaned up and get dressed, Melody walks to an embarrassed Patrick, who is sitting on the edge of the bed. He’s got his elbows on his knees with his head in his hands, looking down at his feet.

  She moves his hands and lifts his face to hers as she stands over him. “Hey, what’s the matter over here? Do you not like me?”

  “Umm, it’s not that. I just feel like I was, well, I feel like maybe you didn’t want…”

  “Honey, if I didn’t want it I would’ve just said and Shame would’ve stopped it. I wanted it. Was I your first?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Glad to be. Now, don’t waste another minute worrying about it.”

  I hate to break up this gentle moment between them, but I’m ready to go. “Buddy, I’m gonna run her back. I can come back here if you want me to.”

  “Nah, enjoy your party man, I’m good.”

  “Alright.”

  Patrick walks us to the door, and before he closes it behind us, Melody moves towards him and hands him her number. He takes it from her and smiles slightly. He’s still embarrassed, but that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to have at her a
gain if given the chance.

  Irritatingly, I’m aware I’ve been out charmed. Damn, she’s never given me her digits. Fuck, I don’t think she’s ever given anyone her number. I’m guessing she’s about twenty four, maybe twenty five, and she knows he’s just sixteen … I’m looking at a cougar in the making.

  Go get her, baby tiger.

  ~~~~~

  After that night, Patrick and I made it a habit of sharing women. Oftentimes, it was under my lead because he was too lazy to find his own pussy. I enjoyed sharing with him. In some unexplained way, it strengthened our bond. We were best friends, brothers, and soon became experienced lovers. We shared everything, now this was included.

  To this day, though, he denies ever learning anything sexual from me. I know the truth and I know he knows the truth and that’s enough for me.

  My phone rings, pulling me out of my entertaining memories of Hem and his first encounter with sexual gratification. It’s Mace - finally returning my message.

  “Baby.”

  “Hi.” She’s sheepish, testing my mood.

  In the background, I can hear Ryder cooing into her. He’s most likely laying on her chest or cuddled under her chin. Normally I’m jealous of this position he has on her, but after my day of shitty thoughts and confusing feelings it grounds me - giving me a sense of relief that I’m in search of right now. I should’ve known it would have only been Mace that gives me this.

  The silence lingers, she’s waiting for me to break it. “You alright, sweetheart?”

  “Yes, but I have been trying to call all day and it kept going to voicemail. I got your message and feel better that you turned your phone on. Am I still going to see you tonight?”

  She reads me well, she knows I’m thinking too much. Not enough that I think I could ever really leave her, but enough to fuck with my head and cause her unneeded stress on her fuckin’ wedding day.

  “Baby, I’m fine. I’m just wasting time until I have to go to the church. I love you and will see you later, alright?”