in a daze
"Oh..."
She exclaimed the small moan with a warm, raspy breath against my neck, tickling the fine hairs there and making them rise. Still, I detected that the task at hand wouldn't be as easy as I had painted it out to be in my mind.
I'd thought it'd be a piece of cake for some reason, so sure of myself that half of it could have been enough. Maybe because I'd been extremely drunk at the time.
"Mmmm. C'mere..."
She followed my lead, allowing me to guide her body, still entangled with mine, to the bed. After some difficulty, we both finally ended up on it, and kept the moans going. My head was elsewhere.
I should have had more to drink. I wasn't going to be able to do this. I could sense it in every fiber of my being. I couldn't do it.
"Girl..."
Fuck. I didn't even remember her name. M... something. She was just someone I'd picked up down in the bar. She'd been an easy prey, no challenge at all.
She looked up at me with half closed eyes, intoxicated by her own feelings. Her face was slightly flushed and she breathed in shortly. I could feel her hands all over my back, pulling me down.
"I... I can't"
"Can't?" The reply came slowly. Her eyes lit up in question. "What do you mean can't?"
I didn't take the time to explain. I knew that she was well aware of what I meant. It was very evident against her thigh as we lay there on the matrass. For the first time in my life, I was lying in bed with some girl after a heavy make out session, completely limp.
With a low curse, I crawled up and away from her, making my way over to the door and out of the hotel room. The shame burning christmas red in my cheeks, I wandered unsteadily down the carpeted hallway to the ice machine. Holding out my hand I pulled the handle, and let the cubes fall into my palm. Catching just one, that I immediatley held up to my forhead, I mumbled something in satisfaction at the coolness.
Somehow I managed to find back to my room again, discovering to my relief that 'M' had taken her discarded shirt and left.
"You lost"
I didn't even look up at Tyson's face when he stated what we both knew with a sarcastic laugh. My eyes were locked in place at the bed. In her frustration she'd ruffled the bed-sheets and tossed one of the pillows to the floor. In the center of the queen sized bed, a half fresh spot of semen could still clearly be seen. My semen.
"Damn, you knew. You knew it, dickhead! You knew I wasn't gonna be able to do that. You... You dickhead!"
"You're repeating yourself, Scottster"
I hated it when he called me that. It made me feel like I was a dummy that he played for his own enjoyment. A stupid harlequin, dancing at his every command. However I was beyond caring about details like that right now, my head instead filled with his gloating voice as he went on, merciless: "You still have one to go, and unless you wanna go down there to find another slut and try again, you've lost"
How could I ever have been so stupid that I'd accepted his bet in the first place? It's just not humanly possible for a teenaged guy to have five girls in one night.
It happened Tuesday after the whole embarrassing episode. Tyson dragged me downtown to some guy he knew. No ID needed. I had swallowed my objections until then, but when I stood there, facing the cause of my stupid choice, I attempted a weak protest. He didn't even give me a look, just completely ignored me, and instead put the money, cash, on the desk.
The man was largely built, and he had several tattoos down his muscular arm in addition to four silver hoops through his left ear. He smelled bad, but not of alcohol, like me. I'd been drinking all morning, from the moment Tyson had picked me up, and 'til now. Even in the car on the way over here, I'd had a half full bottle of vodka at my side. I couldn't remember if I'd emptied it completely or not.
Fear and nervousness kept building up inside, and when I just minutes later found myself sitting down in that uncomfortable chair, I was on the verge of throwing up. Tyson was somewhere behind me, but I didn't have the strength to turn my head anymore. If I had, I would have darted out of this place as fast as I could. The tattooed man was at my side, his hand resting against my naked thigh.
Somewhere along the line of awake and passed out state, I'd lost my pants and boxers. I barely registered it, because of the warmth in the undecorated room. I'd closed my eyes, my body heavy and relaxed. I was so wasted I was falling asleep right there, in the chair. I'd forgotten everything. It was first when I felt his strong hand around my most intimate body-part that I fluttered them back open.
I can still see it vividly. The picture is still freshly painted in the back of my head. I'll probably never forget it. I remembered in a flash that someone at some point had said that I had to be semi stiff for it to be possible. Not too hard, but not limp either. To this day I don't know what he did to get me that way, but on the image in my head, that's what I am.
His hand wrapped around me at the end of the shaft, just before the darker colored head begins. It so clear to me that I can still see the line of dirt underneath his fingernails. The other hand, that was resting against my skin before, was now holding a gun. The black and grey metal shone in the dimmed light.
"Clint? It's Tyson" There was a short pause. "Yeah. Listen, he's here with me, but he's... Well, too drunk to be social right now. He keeps throwing up all over the place, and he's not exactly any sight for sore eyes. Especially not any parental eyes, if you get what I mean" Another pause followed. "Yeah, he'll stay the night here, just cover for him, ok? Great, thanks"
It was a lie. I hadn't thrown up at all. I knew, even though I wasn't fully awake, that I hadn't. The distinct alcohol taste in my mouth told me so. I was pretty sure that I would though. My head hurt like all hell.
Strangely, I couldn't feel anything from my waist and down.
"Alright, I did it, now it's my turn to ask"
"Go Dave! I can't believe you dared to do that"
Months later, we were gathered in one of our hotel-rooms at a city somewhere. It was one of those moments were we could have been a completely normal family, just fooling around, playing silly games. Truth Or Dare, to be exact.
"Guts, dear brother, guts. That's all it takes"
"And a great big portion of the eminent ability to be able to laugh of oneself..."
"Shut up, Bob" The youngest made a dramatical pause. "Scott"
"Huh?" I lifted my head.
"Truth or dare?"
"Truth, please, I don't want to have to wander around half naked in the corridors here" I smiled slightly. Dave's face took on a slight crimson tone, and the others laughed.
"Fine. Okay, let's see..." He shifted. "Mmm. Alright, got one. Remember Tyson?"
I cringed slightly at the mention. "Yeah? The sorry ass who lived to nail my leftovers and spread lies about us all behind my back? My so called best friend for over a year? That Tyson?"
He nodded. "He always used to make you bet with him, right?"
"Mmhm"
"What's the bet you regret the most?" He quirked his lips in a smile, and looked at me curiously. "That you lost, I mean"
"Probably all of them" Clint chuckled.
"Uhm..."
Bob snorted as I turned my head away. "C'mon. Tell us your deep dark secret Scott. What's the worst he had you do?"
"I..." My voice cracked as I began, and I cleared my throat before continuing. "I lost a bet once... To Tyson. And in the end that was the drop that made the glass flood over, and which made me break off with him finally"
"Woohoo! Scott grew some brain-cells and ditched Tyson. Don't we all remember that with joy!!"
"Yeah? What'd you have to do?"
Dave's lips still quirked that silly smile of his. Clints head was lifted, his eyes focused on me. Bob too, had his full concentration on me.
"...He had me pierce my dick"