Thursday, April 25, 2013

Sweetest Perfection


Matthew tossed his jacket onto the couch as he searched blindly for the light switch. The room was revived in bright light as Matthew, his boyfriend Brandon, and Brandon’s brother Paul staggered into the small living room. They were just getting home from a drunken night out in town at the expense of Paul having had a fight with his girlfriend. Matthew went into the kitchen and grabbed some cold beers from the fridge and returned to the living room where Brandon and Paul had already sat down on one of the lumpy couches.  Matthew handed out the beers as he observed just how wired the brothers really looked, pupils enlarged, teeth grinding and cotton mouth at its worst. Matthew wondered if he looked just as bad.
“You guys want another line?” Matthew asked as he pulled out a small baggy from his front pocket.

“You even need to ask bro?” Paul laughed back.
Matthew poured out a generous amount of cocaine onto a mirror he kept on the center table just for this type of occasion. He pulled out a credit card and a dollar bill from his wallet and was quick to make three thick lines of coke and rolled up the dollar bill.

“Ladies first” he giggled as he leaned over the center table and sniffed in the larger of the three lines.
His nose burned as the powder form of happiness made its way into his system. This was some good shit to say the least, the world seemed a better place in an instant as he felt the drug  jump start his entire body. Matthew watched as the brothers took turns taking their lines as he sat back and popped open his beer. The cold liquid felt like heaven against his dry mouth.

It had been like this for some time now, ever since Matthew had moved in his with his boyfriend. It was with him after all that he had picked up the expensive habit that is cocaine. Many nights were lost in that living room. Drowning in alcohol and lines of coke just like this evening.
The silence was broken as Paul’s cell phone started to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out and ignored the call.

“It’s that bitch” he stated, referring to his girlfriend. “I’m in no mood to talk with her right now.”

“You should turn off your phone, that’ll give her something to worry about” Matthew suggested.
“I think I will, make her think I’m out fucking some whore”

“Cheers to that” Matthew stated as he took another long swig of his beer.
“I think we need another line” Brandon interjected.

And so more coke was spilled onto the mirror, and more lines were snorted.
“What are you and your girl fighting about anyways” Matthew asked Paul, wiping away the white residue from his nostrils.

“What aren’t we fighting about. That bitch starts a fight over any little thing. I had to get out of the house.”
“You know we’re here whenever you need us” Brandon added as he got up to turn on the radio.

More beers were brought from the kitchen and again another set of lines were cut. Matthew wasn’t sure if it was the coke taking effect or if the room really was getting warmer. He could feel sweat trickling down his temple. “God damn, it’s hot in here!”
“Tell me about it” Paul agreed. “I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to get a bit more comfortable since I’m going to crash here anyways.” Paul proceeded to pull off his shirt revealing a tight and chiseled body. The gym was obviously doing him good. Matthew felt a tug at his groin as he looked over Paul’s god like body with its perfect pink nipples hiding amongst a bed of dark chest hair.

“I hope you don’t think it’s weird, but whenever I’m this wired, I can’t go to sleep until I jack off. You guys got any porn I can watch?” Paul continued as he started pulling off his pants remaining in just his navy blue boxers.
Matthew was glad at that moment that he had decided not to throw out his straight porn. He went into the bedroom and pulled the shoe box where he kept them out from the closet.

“This is all the straight porn your brother and I have. We have plenty of gay porn however, but I’m assuming this should be fine?”
“Yeah, this will do the trick” Paul answered as he looked over  a DVD box with women swallowing mammoth sized cocks. “Fuck, you know how long it’s been since my girl has sucked my dick?”

“Too long?” I responded.
“Exactly” he laughed. “This coke has got me horny as fuck, I'm going to put this on now, ok?”

Matthew laughed internally, so much like his brother Brandon. He also would watch hours and hours of porn whenever he was high on coke. “Yeah, that’s cool.”
It was funny how it seemed like the most normal of things, the three of them sitting in the living room, doing lines and drinking beer as a blond girl got fucked in the ass on the television set. It was evident this wasn’t the first time the brothers had watched porn together, both of them had their eyes glued to the television set as if in a daze. Paul leaned back and pushed his hand down his shorts, rubbing himself, never taking his eyes of the movie. Matthew was excited knowing there was only a thin layer of clothes between him and Paul’s cock. His mouth watered at the thought of it and his mind ran wild with thoughts of what he’d do with him if given the opportunity. He realized he was hard as his cock throbbed in his jeans, begging to be let out. But remembering his boyfriend was there made him change his mind.

Matthew got up and made his way to the bathroom, trying to push all thoughts of Paul out from his mind. What would Brandon think if he knew what was crossing his mind? It was his brother after all. Just then there was a knock on the bathroom door and Brandon let himself into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
“What are you doing in here babe? He inquired.

“Came to take a leak babe. What’s up?”
“I normally wouldn’t even give this a second thought, but Paul was just asking me if I would consider letting you suck him off.”

“What?” Matthew stammered.
“Yeah, he was telling me when you got up to come to the restroom. Says his girl doesn’t give him head and that you look like the type that would give a hell of a blow job.”

“What are you trying to say Brandon?”
“Well, I think it’d be pretty hot watching you and my brother. Besides, don’t think I haven’t seen you drooling over him all night.”

“That’s not true, I haven’t even…”
“It’s alright, I want you to. If you really love me like you say you do, you’ll do this for me this one time.”

Matthew stood there, shocked at what Brandon was asking of him. True, he had been thinking about it himself. But never in a million years did he think it would actually happen. Paul was straight, and his brother, Matthew’s boyfriend, was here!
The two exited the restroom and made their way back into the living room where Paul already had his cock out, viciously tugging on it. Brandon led Matthew over besides Paul and before Matthew had  had a chance to process the entirety of what was happening he found himself on his knees, swallowing Paul’s massive meat. He could taste his salty pre cum as he took in Paul’s musky aroma. Paul grabbed Matthew’s head with both his hands and forced him down shoving every inch of his manhood down Matthew’s throat.

“You like that cock don’t you bitch?” Paul groaned.
Matthew coughed and sputtered and choked as he swallowed him. He was greedy in his desire to contain him and managed to maintain composure enough to catch and drain every drop from him.

Brandon had taken a seat in the opposite coach where he had a perfect view of Matthew and his brother. The bulge in his jeans gave away his excitement. He undid his jeans and let out his throbbing meat, and gently started pulling on it. The head was wet with pre cum and shone in the dark with the light emitted from the television.
“Fuck his tight little ass Paul” he stated as he switched hands now tugging harder than before.

“You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you like my brother fucks you bitch?” Paul groaned at Matthew.
Paul pulled himself out of Matthew’s mouth and threw him onto the couch. He was quick to pull Matthew’s pants down exposing his hungry little ass. He pushed his shoulders down and with his other hand lifted Matthew by the waist. He spit into Matthew’s puckered hole and started to shove his index finger roughly into him. Matthew let out a moan, he was beyond pleasure, excited that his boyfriend was watching him do these things with his brother. Matthew felt pressure as Paul started to push the head of his cock against his hungry hole. He started grinding back into Paul, eager to have him inside him.

“No wonder why my brother’s with you, you’re a horny little bitch! You want me to fuck you? Tell me you want this cock in you!”
Matthew started to reply, “Yes Paul,  I want you to…”

He was cut off as Paul shoved his entirety into him, in one swift thrust. Matthew moaned in pain as he felt his insides stretched by Paul’s massive member. Paul put his hand over Matthew’s mouth muffling his cries of ecstasy and with his free hand grabbed him by the shoulder pulling him into himself, each time his cock digging deeper into Matthew. Matthew was now screaming in pleasure, Paul was a beast when it came to sex. He loved the feeling of being used for the sole purpose of getting off. He loved being fucked opposed to being made love to. And that was exactly what this was, he was being fucked like a common whore and loving every second of it.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room as Paul continued in his frenzied thrusts giving the actors in the adult film a run for their money. Matthew had never felt so filled not even with Brandon. His own member was oozing pre cum as he started to pleasure himself, matching the rhythm of the man pounding away behind him. He could feel it wouldn’t be long before he shot his load with the way that Paul was hitting all the right spots at all the right times.

Brandon was standing beside his brother now, naked, watching everything with a bird’s eye view. Watching his brother’s cock slide in and out of his lover’s hole. Watching as Matthew writhed in pain and pleasure as his brother had his way with him.

“I’m about to come!” Brandon moaned.

Matthew felt Paul pull out of him, leaving a gaping hole wanting more. He heard Brandon and Paul’s moans just before he felt his back splattered in hot liquid. The brothers had orgasmed at the same time, emptying their loads onto Matthews back. It was all Matthew could take, he rose onto his knees tightening his grip on his meat and started to tug like a mad man. Soon waves of hot cum shot out of him soiling the couch he had just been fucked on.

The three of them sank into the couch, exhausted by the acts of passion that had just unfolded moments ago. Matthew sat in between both brothers, catching his breath, still disbelieving what had just happened. But indeed it had, his boyfriend’s brother had been his. He stood up and again made his way to the center table where he cut three more lines.

“Just a little pick-me-up and then it’s time for Round two” he stated while raising the rolled dollar bill to his nostril.

Monday, April 8, 2013

The Smell of Vomit and Mint


I walked back and forth down the narrow hallway, jotting down the location of the patients under my care. It was part of my new job here at the Psychiatric Rehab Center I had recently landed a job at. The hallway was dark due to the fact that maintenance had not been by to fix the light I had submitted a report about since the week before and stank of urine since one of the elderly patients thought it funny to wet herself just to have the nurses come by and change her. The tan walls were lined with the many wooden doors that led into the patients rooms and the tiled floor was till slippery since it had been waxed the night before. It was hard to hear my own thoughts with the sound of laughter emitting from one of the rooms with a woman who laughed at her own jokes in it. It was my second week on the floor on my own and I was still getting the hang of things. But I have to admit this was a nice change from calling people at home in the middle of dinner trying to sell them something they really didn’t need. Quite frankly I had the tendency to surround myself with people who were a little “off” and this wasn’t too much of a difference. As a matter of fact, most of the patients voiced how much they loved me and how nice I was compared to the other workers. That didn’t come as a surprise to me, after all I noticed the way they looked down on them and cracked jokes at the patients expense when they were training me. Not me, I empathized with them. How could I not? I know I’ve been on the brink of insanity when life has become unbearable; the hardest thing in this world is just to live in it after all. I found myself enjoying conversations with these people on many occasions. I’ve always loved listening to stories about people’s personal journeys. These stories were just a bit more heartbreaking, littered with drug abuse, loss, and depression.
I made my way over to the day room once I finished with my notes and sat next to Georgina on the couch. Georgina was a tall woman with cropped blonde hair who was originally from Louisiana. She often told me she would cook me a good old fashion Cajun meal once she was discharged. The thing about Georgina was she was a difficult woman, outspoken and defiant. Many workers had warned me about her and told me to keep my guard up around her. But what would you know, she and I hit it off the moment we met. She often referred to me as Honey and Sugar, especially whenever she wanted me to take her out for another smoke break. She was always the sweetest person whenever it came to me. She would say the thing she loved about me the most was that I always had time to listen to her.  She was being treated for severe depression and suicidal thoughts. You see Georgina had lost her husband and son in a terrible car accident. Their car had been rammed off the road and into a nearby river where her family drowned, she was the one driving and was the cause of the accident. She was ridden with guilt as she so often shared in group and wished only to join her family in death. But today seemed to be a good day for her, evident in the way she turned and smiled at me.

“Morning baby is it almost time for a smoke break” she asked leaning over to hug me.

“Almost Ms. Georgina just got a few more things I need to catch up with first.”

“Alright then honey. You let me know when you’re ready, just don’t make me wait too long you got it?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll be sure to make it quick.”
I got up from the seat and made my way over to Elizabeth’s room. She had been in the shower for the last forty-five minutes or so which wasn’t something out of the ordinary. Lizzy, as I so often called her, was bulimic and given that was a skeleton of a girl, nothing but skin and bones. She was almost always too drugged up to socialize and usually sat in her room half asleep, eyes all but closed and mind wandering off into different realities. Whenever she did get up, it was always in lethargic, sloth like motions, taking an eternity just to walk to the opposite end of the room. Watching her serve herself coffee was a spectacle all on its own. She lacked the strength necessary to lift her cup or to tear open the packets of creamer and Splenda but would always refuse my assistance. It was better off that way, having her do things for herself; it was what we were to encourage them to do anyway.

I knocked on the bathroom door as I had been doing on my rounds since she had jumped into the shower. “Hey Lizzy is everything ok in there?” No answer.  I knocked again and repeated my question, only louder this time, “Everything ok in there Lizzy?” Again no answer.
I noticed a group of the other residents had formed at the door, all peering in trying to figure out why Elizabeth wasn’t answering me. I recalled I had a set of keys to the bathroom door and decided I should open it. Georgina was already standing next to me by this point having heard me call out to Elizabeth.

“Good thing you came Georgina, I’m going to open the door but given that I’m a male staff member I really shouldn’t be going in there. Would you mind going in with me?”
“You don’t need to ask, open the god damn door and make sure Elizabeth is fine!”

I unlocked the door and pushed it open. I can’t say I was prepared for what I saw, I really wasn’t expecting to have an incident so early on in my time here. There in the shower was Elizabeth, laying on the shower floor unconscious with the shower curtain bundled up beside her. She had obviously attempted to grab onto it and failed. Her tiny naked body was curled up in an awkward position causing her ribs to stick out even more than normal as the water continued to cascade down on her. I felt the adrenaline course through my veins as I leapt beside her checking for any wounds that may have been caused with the fall, the sour smell of vomit enveloped me. She had obviously been purging and must have fainted in the middle of the act. I firmly shook Elizabeth calling out to her with no success. I laid her back down and shut off the water, the last thing I wanted was for her to drown on my watch. I grabbed for my walkie-talkie and called out for assistance. Within seconds other members of the staff arrived. I stepped back and rallied up the on looking patients, taking them back into the day room.
I heard a commotion coming from Elizabeth’s room so I rushed over. Another staff member had Georgina in his arms, holding her back as she fought and attempted to claw her way back to Elizabeth’s side.

“Have a nurse get an injection ready, this bitch won’t listen” he yelled at me.
“Georgina! Stop that! If you want us to help her, you need to give us some room” I yelled out. “There’s no sense in making a scene, you’re just going to get medicated and that’s going to be less people helping Lizzy!”

Georgina turned towards me and I noticed her body relax. “You can let her go now, I’ll take care of her.” I took Georgina by the hand and walked her to her room.
“What’s wrong with her” she muttered through tears.

“Everything’s going to be ok Georgina. Just calm down.”
I didn’t believe what I was saying, but I had to try to calm her less they put her down with an injection.

I returned my gaze back to the other room, Lizzy was lying on the floor surrounded by the staff that had begun to perform CPR on her. Not a good sign. Moments later an ambulance had arrived to take Lizzy to the emergency room. It was sad seeing her fragile body be wheeled out of her room, oxygen masked covering her face.
It all ended just as quickly as it had started as the remaining patients and I were left in the unit in silence. Everybody was in a state of shock, me most of all. I wished somebody would come and explain it all to me, I hated not knowing what was happening. Would she be ok? Would she be coming back? Only time would tell.

“Sugar, I need a fucking cigarette” Georgina stated as only Georgina could.
“You and me both baby” I muttered back.

I went to the cabinet where they kept the patients cigarettes locked up and proceeded to hand them out, one cigarette per patient.

“Alright, everybody line up.”
We exited the unit in a single file and went to smoke our anxieties away.