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Something like the sting of salt on the cut underneath your tongue not yet dulled by saliva -- I couldn't bear touching my cock anymore. Yesterday I had shaved the shaft and balls with an electric hair trimmer and went back in with a razor. Every stroke sent shots of pain through the thin foreskin to my gut, making my balls tighten and my ass hole constrict.
Kelly was straddled on top of Thomas and she laughed seeing me grit my teeth together and said that's what I get for fucking vanity. Thomas looked dead and he stared something blank at Kelly's chest while a slick pool of spit covered his chin. She looked like she was celebrating her kill, holding a bottle in one hand while beer would jump out her mouth with ever motion on top of his dick.
I didn't reply. Maybe I made a sound. I don't recall. I went into the next room making sure to step over the pool of vomit Patricia had left before she passed out on top of Kelly's librarian desk. When I walked in Timothy had Merri bent over and pushed up against a wall with her hands tied back with a some material that looked like was some part of her shirt. He held her hair in his hand while he placed the other on his own buttocks as if he wanted to keep the rhythm of fucking her. Every stroke would slam her face into the wall. Merri said hey Manos and there was a pause after every time her face hit the wall and she regrouped her thought. One side of her face flushed red, her upper lip was caked with mucus and her bottom lip was split in two, Timothy was somewhere primal and snot was bubbling out of his nose and spit was shooting up from his mouth in his hard breath.
I looked through my pants for my wallet and found a condom I had stolen out my father's sock drawer. I went and sat on the couch and moved the coffee table with the hooka on it in front of me. I inhaled apple flavored smoke and let it fill my lungs and exhaled it and watched the smoke until all was left was a thin film that diluted the red light room.
Merri kept talking but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Manos so you how ya been, then a pause, I haven't seen you around lately, then a pause, I still have your bo o k s , then a pause, the Albert Camus one ya kno . ., then a pause. Sure sure I said, sure sure. I filled my lungs again with the smoke until I felt light headed and I began to watch the lights from the cars off the highway next to the building play off the window and onto the back of Timothy and then down to Merri's lip.
I thought for a moment of being in Amsterdam international airport and looking at the faces of a group of coca cola girls who were looking at teen mags at the magazine shop next to my terminal. How I wanted them to look at my direction and there'd be an interaction.
I began to unroll the condom out the package. I never used a Durex before, it had little pricks on the side like a rubber thimble my mother would use to sew. Putting it on it felt no different then any other condom. I rejoiced when I saw only a little bit of material was left when i put the rubber on all the way and I said to Merii how about that? and she began to reply but then I caught Guns N Roses "My Michelle" was playing somewhere in the other room and I zoned her out and I sang alone. Timothy came around and said I had a beautiful voice and I told him to fuck off and he replied by smacking Merri in the face, she spat blood and we all laughed.
I began to stroke my shaft looking at Tim push himself into Merri. This hurt a lot less now with the condom on. Merri Kept talking, she said something about me coming over to pick up the books, and then there was a pause.
Kelly was straddled on top of Thomas and she laughed seeing me grit my teeth together and said that's what I get for fucking vanity. Thomas looked dead and he stared something blank at Kelly's chest while a slick pool of spit covered his chin. She looked like she was celebrating her kill, holding a bottle in one hand while beer would jump out her mouth with ever motion on top of his dick.
I didn't reply. Maybe I made a sound. I don't recall. I went into the next room making sure to step over the pool of vomit Patricia had left before she passed out on top of Kelly's librarian desk. When I walked in Timothy had Merri bent over and pushed up against a wall with her hands tied back with a some material that looked like was some part of her shirt. He held her hair in his hand while he placed the other on his own buttocks as if he wanted to keep the rhythm of fucking her. Every stroke would slam her face into the wall. Merri said hey Manos and there was a pause after every time her face hit the wall and she regrouped her thought. One side of her face flushed red, her upper lip was caked with mucus and her bottom lip was split in two, Timothy was somewhere primal and snot was bubbling out of his nose and spit was shooting up from his mouth in his hard breath.
I looked through my pants for my wallet and found a condom I had stolen out my father's sock drawer. I went and sat on the couch and moved the coffee table with the hooka on it in front of me. I inhaled apple flavored smoke and let it fill my lungs and exhaled it and watched the smoke until all was left was a thin film that diluted the red light room.
Merri kept talking but I couldn't make out what she was saying. Manos so you how ya been, then a pause, I haven't seen you around lately, then a pause, I still have your bo o k s , then a pause, the Albert Camus one ya kno . ., then a pause. Sure sure I said, sure sure. I filled my lungs again with the smoke until I felt light headed and I began to watch the lights from the cars off the highway next to the building play off the window and onto the back of Timothy and then down to Merri's lip.
I thought for a moment of being in Amsterdam international airport and looking at the faces of a group of coca cola girls who were looking at teen mags at the magazine shop next to my terminal. How I wanted them to look at my direction and there'd be an interaction.
I began to unroll the condom out the package. I never used a Durex before, it had little pricks on the side like a rubber thimble my mother would use to sew. Putting it on it felt no different then any other condom. I rejoiced when I saw only a little bit of material was left when i put the rubber on all the way and I said to Merii how about that? and she began to reply but then I caught Guns N Roses "My Michelle" was playing somewhere in the other room and I zoned her out and I sang alone. Timothy came around and said I had a beautiful voice and I told him to fuck off and he replied by smacking Merri in the face, she spat blood and we all laughed.
I began to stroke my shaft looking at Tim push himself into Merri. This hurt a lot less now with the condom on. Merri Kept talking, she said something about me coming over to pick up the books, and then there was a pause.