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It was Sunday night and we were getting drunk. I was sitting on the floor, cradling my head. Ed was stretched out over the couch. I don’t know how long we’d been like that. I guess neither of us cared. Time flies when you're drinking, you know. I started babbling after a while, just to hear myself talk. It was too quiet. It made me uncomfortable. Then I thought he must've been passed out or something, so I started singing some tune I had in my head for the past couple of days. When I glanced over at him, though, I noticed he was looking at me. But he wasn't laughing at me, or getting ready to tease me like he usually did. He was just sort of smiling. His eyes were half closed and his hands were loosely wrapped around an open beer bottle. "Don't stop," he said to me when I frowned and looked away. "I like hearing you sing, Jonny." "I can't carry a tune to save my life," I said. "But thanks anyway." Ed grinned and sat up. He leaned over to me and brushed some hair out of my eyes. "You're too fucking beautiful," he whispered. "You should've been a girl." I laughed nervously. "And if I was?" I asked. He smiled. He looked sort of sad, I thought. "I don't know. Sorry for mentioning it," he said. I bit down on my lips and scowled. I was always ruining the fun like that. I could tell he was joking but I had to go and make it something it wasn't. It must've been the alcohol. I didn't feel like myself. I took a swig of my beer and saw Ed looking at me again. He must've been drunk, too, because he dropped down on the floor next to me and sort of stared at my neck. I could smell the beer on his breath. "It's not fair, is it?" he asked softly. "What isn't fair?" I asked, feeling heady. He sighed and let his hand fall onto my chest. It felt like he was searching for breasts that didn't exist there. "Everything. Every goddamn thing." I widened my eyes and gave him a ‘you’re pissing drunk’ look. He didn't seem to catch it. "Ed stop being so weird," I said, and tried to move away from him. "No more beers for you." He put an arm out in front of me so I couldn't get away. "Jonny," he said, breathing heavily, and kissed me. I was so shocked I didn't do anything. He kept repeating my name and kissing me and putting his hands on my body. At some point his tongue snaked into my mouth and I let out a moan. At that he grabbed one of my hands and pressed it against his crotch. "You're drunk," I said to him. "So are you," he replied. "So don't think about it." I was drunk. And he was making me horny. I decided to take his advice and blamed it on the beer. He grunted in my ear when I slipped my hand inside his pants. "You're so big," I breathed. It was glorious being drunk. And he was quite big. I wondered briefly how painful it would be later. But another deep-throated kiss interrupted my thoughts. I took my hand away from his erection and took off my clothes while he peeled off his. Then I clumsily sat on his lap, forcing his rigid cock to press against my inner thigh. He groaned into my chest. I held him and rubbed my cock against his, feeling his hands come up and caress my hair. “I’m so hard up,” I whispered frantically. He looked at me and licked my lower lip. “Then I’ll have to suck it,” he said, lowering his gaze. I exhaled apprehensively and leaned back against the front of the sofa. He spread my legs apart and kissed my abdomen very softly. I squeezed my eyes shut when he first seized me. Having a man’s tongue on my dick was a little hard to get used to. Excessively luxurious, but strange. Scary, even. “Beautiful, beautiful Jonny,” Ed mumbled, “my angel in disguise.” I pushed his head down against me further so that he almost choked on me. “Deeper, Ed. Deeper.” He finally stopped licking me and began to suck me dry. I opened my eyes for a second to watch his cheeks inflate and deflate, become prominent then disappear under rosy cheeks as he blew me. I had to close them again when I felt his teeth gently gnaw on the folds. “Harder,” I begged. “Please. Please.” He took me in deeper and began to suck me violently. His hands drew around my hips. I shuddered and moaned and begged for him to suck me harder. He clutched my butt and slid his fingers up and down the slit. I cried out and grabbed his hair. “I’m going to explode,” I screamed. Ed quickly rubbed his palm against my butt hole and I came, blasting semen into his mouth. Some of it dripped down his chin and he licked it off. I looked at myself, panting. My cum was everywhere, mingled with our sweat. Ed fell onto me and I stroked his back in a daze. I was so spent I thought I’d fall asleep right then, naked and pressed close to him, our cocks touching again. But as my eyes started to droop, I felt his hardness and realized he wasn’t done. I blew into his ear and asked him if he wanted to do more. He nodded and put my hand on his throbbing erection. I squeezed it and asked him what he wanted me to do. “Get down on all fours,” he said. I did as he wanted. Then suddenly, he wanted me to stick my butt in the air. He wanted to see my hole, he whispered. Nervously, I did so, resting my head and hands on the floor so that my butt was sticking out. He spread my cheeks apart and stuck his fingers in me, but stopped and kissed my neck when he heard me crying. “I won’t hurt you,” he said, “I promise.” He put my butt back down and let me rest comfortably on the floor. I shut my eyes again and didn’t make a sound when he put the tip of his cock in me. “Are you okay?” he kept asking, and when I said yes, he put himself in a little deeper. After a while, when it became a little pleasurable, I gyrated my hips to match his thrusting. Soon he was riding me and cursing in my ear. I grunted and called out his name and put his hands around my cock, which was hard again. After one final shove he came inside me, and I on his hands. He kissed me again and again and told me things I couldn’t hear. The blood was pounding in my ears and I couldn’t see anything but him, his eyes, his lips, and his hands on my chest and in my hair. We climbed onto the couch and held onto each other like we were drowning. We went to sleep wanting each other again. I don’t know why we hadn’t done this before. I felt freer than I had ever felt before. His touch was something I would never get enough of. I imagined myself falling in love with him, and realized it’d already begun. But a few days later we found ourselves drifting apart. He went on the road and I decided to stay in the studio with my brother. I know I’ll see him again, talk to him again, maybe even love him again. He’s supposed to be back in a few weeks, actually. It’s just a matter of waiting. But sometimes I’m afraid. It doesn’t even help to hear his voice on the phone. I worry that he forgot everything that happened between us. We were drinking, after all. Drinking some beers on a Sunday evening. I wish it was more beautiful, what happened that night. But I guess some things are better left coarse and unfinished. Leaves more to dream about. the end. |