by Jason Bryan
“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 sa
w 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 ra
king 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.