by Alexa Anna
But despite all our efforts, the guy at the front desk recognizes us as we check in.
“Just wanted to say, fellows,” he says. “It’s a real honor serving you gentlemen.”
“That so?” says Colton.
“Easy does it, Colton,” I say, realizing that Colton and I are understandably in some testy moods right now. The last thing I want is for an argument or a fight to break out with this front desk guy. “The guy’s just being nice.”
The front desk guy nods vigorously. “I’ve seen some of the pictures of the women you two have porked and I’m really, really impressed.”
“I bet you are,” says Colton.
“Wait,” I say. “What pictures?”
“Here,” says the front desk guy, turning his laptop around so we can see it. “Take a look at this. I can’t believe you guys haven’t seen it yet.”
It’s an online photo album of 90% of the women that Colton and I have banged together.
“Did you say porked?” I say, suddenly realizing how strange the word sounds. “What a weird word.”
“How can you think about a word at a time like this?” says Colton. “Look at this! It’s almost every woman we’ve…”
“Porked?” I say, trying to make a joke out of this.
“They’re really hot,” says the front desk guy, almost salivating as he looks at the pictures.
“Thanks,” I say. “Come on, Colton. Let’s head up to your room.”
“Can you believe it?” says Colton. “That guy is probably just going to go jerk off to all those women… I can’t believe they published that.”
“What are we going to do?” I say. “We’ve got to stop caring what people think about us, right? We’ve got to remember what we’re dealing with here—we need to help Aly and your dad, although why you still want to help your dad I can’t begin to understand… but, hey, that’s the situation and I’m here for you, man.”
Colton nods and we head into the bedroom. There are two twin beds on either side of the room, with a nightstand with a lamp in the middle. It’s pretty basic compared to what I’m used to as a traveling pro football player, but hey, that’s what this small town has to offer. And we’ll be safe here, hopefully out of reach of the gang. Although… why wouldn’t they bother coming over to this town too?
But I shrug it off. It’s not worth bothering with worries right now.
I pull off my t-shirt and wince as I do it, trying to get it over my big shoulders.
“I don’t know about you,” I say. “But I could use a fucking shower.”
I’m filthy from being knocked out by those asshole gang guys and honestly so is Colton. Our clothes are dirt stained and it looks like our skin is too.
“You take one first,” says Colton, nodding to the bathroom door. “Just save some hot water for me.”
“I’m going to need a long one,” I say.
“Good,” says Colton. “That gives me some time in here to myself.”
I laugh. “You going to pound the meat?” I say.
Colton nods, a grin finally breaking across his serious and worried face.
“That’s good, buddy,” I say. “It’s a good way to destress. Take your time, because I’ll be in the shower for a while. It’s going to take a lot of hot water and steam to get this body limber again. They really did a number on me.”
Colton nods at me as I strip off the last of my clothes, tossing my boxers onto the floor. I head into the shower and throw the nozzles, closing the door behind me. It takes about five minutes for the shower to warm up, and I spend the time looking at my naked body in the mirror until the steam from the gradually warming water slowly fogs it completely up.
Finally, the water is hot, and I step underneath it. It feels good on my sore muscles. I know from having been bashed plenty of times during football practices and games that this is all I’m really going to need to feel 100% again. Well, maybe this and a nap.
Well, maybe the hot water, a nap, and a nice slow jerk off session. This is something of a ritual for me, after a really tough, physically demanding practice.
My cock’s already hard, growing in the hot water. There’s steam all around me. I can barely see in front of me. I take in a deep breath and suddenly I can breathe through my nose for the first time in a long while. My muscles are already feeling more limber.
I close my eyes and think of Aly. I picture what she looked like with her legs high above her as she lay flat on her back. The backside of her thighs is just muscled enough, but also smooth and insanely feminine. I picture the space between her legs and imagine what it felt like to bury my cock deep inside there. My own fist is grasping my thick shaft and fisting it, hard but slow.
It takes me a full ten minutes of fisting slowly until the orgasm finally explodes out of me. I grunt as I shoot my load onto the wall, where it is washed away by the hot shower water.
The steam is as thick as a real steam room now. This may be a crappy hotel, but they do have a good water heater. Or maybe it’s just that no one’s here and we’ve got the hot water all to ourselves in this room.
After coming and standing in the steam for so long, with the hot water running down along my muscles, I’m feeling limber and almost 100% better. If I lie down for about ten minutes, I’ll be as good as new.
I head into the bedroom again and Colton’s lying there with a pleased expression on his face, a bulge still visible in his underwear as he lies spread out, his muscular legs splaying out along the bed.
“You feel better?” I say.
Colton nods. “You?” he says.
“That Aly,” I say. “She makes me come so hard, even when she’s not even here.”
“Same,” says Colton, grinning at me. He gets up, takes off his boxers, and heads into the bathroom.
“Shit, it’s steamy in here,” he exclaims.
Once I hear the water running, I flop down on my own twin bed after drying off. My cock is still hard, and I’m still thinking about Aly. Even though it’s not going to be long before I see her again, I know I won’t have any trouble giving her my all if I come again. In fact, it sort of relaxes me and helps me concentrate just on her during the session, so I grasp my cock again and jerk it quickly this time, as fast as I can, while imagining that I’m about to come all over Aly’s beautiful face, her plump lips opening wide to receive my load… I explode, my load hitting the ceiling of the hotel. Oh well, I think to myself. I’ll just have to leave a big tip.
Aly
“What the hell is this?” says my mom, coming into my old childhood room, which is now crammed with stuff and junk from all over the house.
“What?” I say. “Can’t you let me sleep? I had a long night traveling to get here.”
“Because you failed out of your job,” says my mom, her voice sounding as angry as I’ve ever heard her.
“Why are you so angry, Mom?” I say. This isn’t really in her character to be like this. Maybe my dad’s death affected her more than I thought.
“There’s an article here in the morning paper—a national paper—about how you’ve been seeing two men at the same time!”
I can’t believe it! How in the world did that news get out? My heart starts beating fast. Shit, I don’t know if I can deal with my mom knowing about my recent sexual explorations, and I know for sure I don’t want the entire country knowing about it. How will I ever get a job if the whole world knows this about me?
“And you’re not the only one,” says my mom. “You’re just one in a long line of other foolish women who fell for these horrible men.”
I snatch the paper from my mom and see a list of names with some small pictures next to them. Some of the names I recognize because they’re already very famous models or actresses known for being sexy. They all look beautiful in their pictures and it makes me feel a little insecure. If Colton and Zach have slept with women like this, this huge pile of them, why would they stick around for me?
I realize now that I’ve been
considering this something like a real relationship, not just a crazy fling. I actually have feelings for Colton and Zach together and I thought they had feelings for me too.
But looking at this list… something just feels very wrong about this whole thing.
But I still try to justify it to my mother. “Mom,” I say. “It’s not like that. I know it may sound a little unconventional, but I have real feelings for these men. And they’ve really helped me out of some tight spots in New York City.”
“You think they’re going to stick around for you?” says my mom. “Look at the women they’ve had. And so many of them! What makes you think they’re going to stop at you! Look at you, you think you’re so special? You think you belong in some fancy big city. No, you belong here in town like the rest of us, working at whatever shitty job will take you.”
“Mom!” I say. I can’t believe she would say that to me. My dad’s death has really affected her. She’s sounding more bitter than I could have ever imagined. I can’t believe she’d speak this way to me.
But what she’s said hits me hard—mostly because it’s been what I’ve been wondering myself. Why would Colton and Zach hang around for me? They’re going to get tired of me, right? I’m no model and I’m not some famous movie actress. I’m just what my mom said I am—just a piece of small town trash.
Tears are welling up in my eyes and I’m about to cry.
“You only came back because you couldn’t hack it in New York,” says my mom, sounding impossibly mean. “This is where you belong, but don’t think that those football players are going to stay around here just for you. They’ll be back in New York or Los Angeles or one of those big time cities before you even know it.”
“Get out,” I say quietly to my mom. “Get out of my room now.”
My mom glares at me and leaves the room.
I start crying, holding my head in my hands. Why is my mom treating me like this?
Just then, my phone rings.
“Hey Colton,” I say, trying to suppress my crying.
“What’s wrong?” says Colton, instantly, sounding concerned. He sounds so concerned that I realize what my mom was saying to me was just reinforcing my own insecurities—it doesn’t mean that Colton and Zach are going to drop me for someone else. No—just because I thought it doesn’t mean it’s true. They wouldn’t do that to me.
Would they?
No, they wouldn’t do that to me.
Just talking to them on the phone makes my heart rate decrease, making me feel much more relaxed, much calmer.
Colton puts me on speakerphone and Zach joins in.
“Howdy!” calls out Zach, in a jovial voice. “I was just thinking about you.”
I laugh. “Was your cock involved in this so called thinking?” I say, his own joviality making me feel better and more jovial myself.
“It was!” says Zach. “And I was thinking about you the whole time.”
“While he was in the bathroom doing that,” says Colton. “I was thinking about you too, with my cock out of course.”
I laugh. “Aw,” I say, feeling completely at ease. “It’s so sweet of you guys to say this.”
They chuckle somewhat lasciviously.
It’s amazing how much better I feel so quickly after that horrible incident with my mom. Although I start to feel a little bit worse when I start telling them what happened with my mom.
“You know,” says Colton. “We got almost the same exact reaction here, although it was a little less nasty.”
“Yeah,” says Zach. “You know, I don’t want to alarm you, but I think you should be aware of the possibility that these signs can come from dementia… that’s what happened to my grandmother.”
“Oh shit,” I say. “You know what, that would actually make a lot of sense. It seems like she’s been forgetting a lot recently, and her whole mood is sometimes completely different out of the blue…”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” says Zach. “But they have some treatments available now. Coconut oil really helped my grandmother a lot. It helped her mood and her memory.”
Zach tells me some more things about Alzheimer’s lore, and in the end, I feel much better.
The three of us agree to meet soon. Colton and Zach are going to pick me up in town and maybe we can find a place to eat dinner together where we won’t be bothered by everyone staring at us. If I’m lucky, we’ll all head back to their hotel room that’s slightly out of town and we can have as much fun as we want.
I head into the kitchen before leaving the house and I find a bottle of coconut oil that I must have bought a couple years ago and completely forgotten about. I take it from the cupboard and put it on the table, leaving a note for my mom that I read it’s really good for your skin if you cook with it.
That’ll get her taking it all the time, I think to myself, chuckling, before I call out “See you later, Mom!” and leave the house.
She doesn’t respond and it’s a somewhat lonely walk into the center of town. Everything looks pretty much exactly the same as when I left to head to New York City. That’s not a reassuring thought. I felt like things were changing for the better when I left, even though my dad had just died and it was a horribly sad time for me. But I was moving forward—I got that job, my first white collar office job where I could really do something that I cared about.
And now it’s all down the drain.
I don’t know what would have happened to me if I hadn’t met Colton and Zach and if they didn’t care about me so much.
I suddenly realize how much I care about them, and I know that they care about me. I just need to start listening to my instincts and stop reading the news about myself. And most of all, I need to stop listening to my mom when it comes to relationships. She’s never given me good advice and if she’s starting to get dementia now, she’s really not going to give me good advice.
The town is as boring as ever. There’s almost no one on the streets. The sun is about to set.
Suddenly, there’s a loud screeching noise down at the main intersection. I look down there, half expecting to see Colton and Zach screeching around the corner in the pickup, their idea of some kind of joke.
But instead, there’s a big black van that’s coming barreling down the road, leaving tire marks where it slid around the intersection.
I look at it in wonder. Who the hell is this? Why are they driving so crazily? There’s really nowhere to get to in this little town, so there’s really no reason to drive so fast.
I get my answer a couple seconds later as the van screeches to a halt about a foot in front of me. I’m so startled that I don’t even jump out of the way. I just stand here.
The door flies open and I’m still hoping this is some kind of practical joke that Colton and Zach are playing on me.
But the guys that jump out of the van and run towards me definitely aren’t Colton and Zach.
“Hey!” I scream. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
They don’t say anything. The two that grab me are wearing black ski masks.
Suddenly, it hits me. This must be the gang that’s invaded the town. I’ve never had close dealings with them now.
Although I am now. Apparently they’re kidnapping me.
My heart rate skyrockets and a cold sweat suddenly drenches me.
I try to fight them off by kicking out at them and flailing around, but it’s no use.
They haul me into the van and the door slams. It’s dark inside the van but a man without a mask peers at me from the front seat. A horrible scar disfigures his face. It ripples and moves as he talks. “Now we’ll see how your famous football friends like this,” he says, with a vicious sneer in his voice.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I cry out. “You can’t do this!”
“Oh,” says the man, slowly and nastily. “But I can. I just did. Didn’t I?”
“You won’t get away with this,” I say, spitting at him.
“Quite
a temper you have,” he says. “This is the punishment your friends get when they refuse to take what I have to say seriously.”
“This is about the hardware store?” I say. “This is about Colton’s dad?”
The man nods slowly, but says, “This is about much more than that. This is about power. This is about taking what I deserve.”
“This is just a one horse town,” I say. “There’s nothing here. You don’t have power of anything but a handful of a people. A few thousand at most. This doesn’t make any sense.”
“Power is power,” says the man with the scar. “And this isn’t the only town that I have in my grasp.”
“You pig!” I shout. “You asshole.”
I struggle violently and valiantly against the zip ties that the punks tied me up with.
“Silence her!” shouts the man with the scar, evidently the leader.
Someone fits a bandana around my mouth and I scream, but no one can hear it. I continue to scream but it’s muffled.
“If your friends come for you,” says the man with the scar. “Then they’ll be falling right into my trap.”
He cackles and he orders the driver to continue. The driver slams on the accelerator and the tires screech as the van pulls away. Who knows where they are taking me. How will Colton and Zach know where to find me, and who else will look for me? Who else would even care enough to be concerned with my disappearance?
The van screeches to a stop somewhere and it’s completely dark. But as soon as the door opens and I see the dark night, someone puts a blindfold on me and I can’t see anything. Now I’m zip-tied and blindfolded and gagged. Shit, this isn’t how I thought the evening would turn out. I mean, hell, I’m not totally opposed to trying some tie ups at some point with Colton and Zach… I crack myself up sometimes. I’ve heard that humor can help people in difficult situations like this, but it doesn’t help me much.
I’m still sweating—cold freezing sweat that feels like ice cubes on my skin.
“Put her in the basement,” orders the man with the scar. Even though I’m blindfolded, I recognize his voice.