I wake up in my bunk, scared. I continue to have this dream of when I dated Gennie. In fact, that’s how Joey and her met. It was a great meeting. Full of spit and sweat. I was taken back when I noticed that Joey didn’t seem to care that my girlfriend was covered with bruises, scars and freshly cut wounds. He continued to ground his cock into her while I fucked him in the ass. It wasn’t pretty but at least I was able to get something tight around my dick before I exploded on the floor. Joey didn’t seem to mind, nor did he have a choice.nextThe whole scene started after a night of clubbing about three years ago. I had an itch that couldn’t be scratched in public, so I returned to the hotel with Gennie. My dick was half way down her throat when my door burst open. And there stood Joey, drunk as a salty sailor. Fuck me, I should have locked the doors. He came stumbling in, tripping over clothes and shoes as he made his way towards me. He fell onto the bed, laughing as he inserted his fingers into Gennie’s ass. That pig fucker! Touching my property without my consent! Might as well make the most of it then. I pulled out of Gennie’s mouth and ordered her to lie down, and I was so close to coming!
Joey sat up and got on top of her and forced himself into her. I was amazed how gentle the dumb fuck could be when he had a woman in his arms. I walked around the room, trying to find something to rub my dick against to help me release the tension, but found nothing. I wasn’t going to have sex with myself since I do that too much already. What was the next best thing? A tight little virgin ass hole waiting to be popped. Joey was so drunk, he wouldn’t know. I walked up behind him and forced myself into him. He let out a grunt, I came. After that, Joey continued to sleep with Gennie trying hard not to make me find out. Like I cared if she had an affair. Just as long as she let me beat her senseless with a knife from time to time. I knew she loved it.
But why was I lying awake at four in the morning, scared to step off the bunk? My head started throbbing and I couldn’t stop sweating. My breathes were coming in short and rapid. It hurt to inhale as well as exhale. Am I dying? Is this what those women feel when I gouge their eyes out and rip off their limbs? Couldn’t be, could it? I needed to talk with someone, someone that understands my way of life.
I clutch my stomach as I try to remove myself from the bunk. Once my feet touch the floor, I was surprised to find the bus wasn’t moving. Strange. I took a few steps into the kitchen, grabbing some water from the fridge as I pass and towards the front of the bus. The curtain’s are closed when I reach them. I slip my hand through and walk out. The door is slightly open, the driver missing. Curious, I step off the bus and see our driver hovered over a flat tire.
“Hey JC,” he calls after me. Not really caring what he has to say since I obviously know what happened, he continues anyway. “We blew a tire. We’ll be here for a few hours until we can get a spare.”
He’s still talking as I walk away, towards the bright lights of the gas station’s convenience store. There’s a young girl working behind the counter. She smiles at me when I enter the store. I can’t help my smile back. I wonder what her name might be. I walk up and ask her.
“Miranda.”
I can already feel fingers itching to touch her, my lips burning to kiss her, my tongue aching to taste her. I lean on the counter and smile the slyest smile I can manage, “Miranda, you do know that you are a beautiful woman.” She blushes. And I want to fuck your brains out, literally. Crack your head open and scoop out the insides slowly, tasting the sweet nectar you have to offer.
She laughs lightly, “You’re JC right?”
No, I’m fucking Marlon Brando. I nod my head slowly.
She looks out the window towards the bus, “Where’s Justin?”
My smile fades as I get off the counter, “Sleeping.” I walk away knowing I’m not going to be able to score and search for something to calm my nerves. I’m near the booze when I hear a familiar voice calling my name. Fuck me. It’s Livvie.
“JC, can you get me some chips?” She’s holding her wallet in her hands.
I look at her, “Livvie, I’m wearing my boxers and a wife beater. I have no pockets for money.”
“I’ll give you some money.”
“Why can’t you buy it?” I’m getting annoyed. I lost a perfect victim because of Justin and now I have to deal with this shit.
“I don’t want to.” She walks closer, wrapping her arms around my waist and kisses the bottom of my chin. I sigh heavily as I grab the wallet and head into the chips section. I’ll do anything to get laid.