Dustin's World - Chapter 7 - Big Red's Big Night

Dustin's World

Chapter Seven - Big Red's Big Night

by Jeff Wilson

"Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you?" Dustin said to himself as he stared at the back of Luke Cunningham's head in class. The semester would soon be over, and Dustin wondered if he'd be seeing Luke in any of his classes the next semester.

"If only you weren't Nate's boyfriend... I'd screw the shit out of you."

Dr. Thompson rambled on and the class laughed at a joke he made.

"I'll bet you'd like to know who fucked him that night, wouldn't you. I'll bet you're wondering who he's thinking about when you screw him. You're a nice guy, Luke, but you don't realize what you have..."

"Very well. Finals are coming up. Class dismissed." Dr. Thompson's voice snapped Dustin back to reality. He was having a real hard time concentrating that day. He could only focus for a little while before his mind was off in its own little world again. No matter how he tried, he kept going back to the talk he'd had with Nate. It was a weird feeling. Dustin knew that it was just curiosity. Nate was an interesting guy. He'd never really talked to someone whose life was so similar to his.

"Lucas Cunningham, I need a word with you." Dr. Thompson said.

"Okay." Luke said. "Hey Dustin, I'll catch you later, okay?"

"Cool, Luke. Have a good one." Dustin said. He watched as Luke walked to Dr. Thompson's desk. Dr. Thompson gave Dustin a smile as he walked out the door.

The sun shone brightly for a cool November day. Dustin already had made his plans for how he planned to spend his time. He would leave the school and go home to take a nap. Then, around six, he was going to go to Sarah's house. He knew he'd be getting laid there, so that perked him up. Then, after that, he'd already made plans to meet a guy he'd met online at around nine o'clock. He knew he'd be getting laid again, and that made him doubly happy!

One thing that he wasn't going to do that night was go to that stupid sex party that Scott had told him about. That was something that he'd decided on almost as soon as he'd been invited. While the idea sounded interesting, Dustin knew that it would just be a bunch of fat old drunks trying to find their dicks under the rolls of fat.

"I'm better off not going." Dustin said to himself. "I'll be worn out from fucking Sarah and that internet guy by then anyway.

As Dustin walked onto his floor of the apartment building, he heard noises coming from Craig's room that he knew instantly. He also noticed that Mr. Johnston was kneeling near Craig's door, facing away from Dustin.

"You don't do that when I'm getting laid do you?" Dustin asked. Mr. Johnston jumped and turned around.

"Oh! I was just passing through and I dropped a penny." Mr. Johnston said.

"Yeah right, you old perv." Dustin laughed. He walked next to Mr. Johnston and leaned toward the door. "Ol' Craig's whacking off to that old porno again, huh?"

"I don't know, I was just passing through. Here's that penny." Mr. Johnston said.

"Are you gay or something, Mr. Johnston?" Dustin asked.

Mr. Johnston laughed. "Red, I was married for fifty-five years."

"I've fucked married guys. It doesn't mean anything."

Mr. Johnston's expression turned serious. "It meant everything to me, Red. She was my life."

"Oh... I'm sorry." Dustin said.

"She was amazing, Dustin. I wish you could have met her. She'd have liked you."

"Yeah right." Dustin scoffed.

"Oh, she would have. She was an astonishing woman."

"So did you live in this crappy place for fifty-five years?" Dustin asked.

"Oh no, no... We used to live in a house. I couldn't live there without her. I gave it to my grandson."

"Oh? Grandson huh?"

Mr. Johnston laughed. "Don't even think about it, Red."

"Think about what?" Dustin laughed.

"He's married with two kids of his own."

"So why did you move into this crap hole?"

"I don't need a lot. I'm almost ninety. I like living around young people. You're more interesting than living with a bunch of people my age."

"You just like listening to the wall." Dustin joked.

"Well, that's definitely something you wouldn't hear at a retirement home. You're like a rabbit over there."

"Well, I've always been a little hyperactive." Dustin said.

"Your problem is that you have more energy than you know what to do with. You need to settle down and start living your life instead of just bouncing around through it."

"You think so, huh?" Dustin asked. "Well, I need to get going."

"Going out again, huh?" Mr. Johnston asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to this girl's house I've been banging."

Mr. Johnston laughed. "Too much energy... I wish you could bottle it and sell it."

Dustin laughed and went to his room. Sitting at his computer, he could still hear the muffled sound of Craig's porn video. But the smell told him that Craig was done watching it and had moved on to something else. Dustin lit a cigarette and checked his email and did a few things around the apartment. Soon, it was time to go see Sarah.

Dustin rode through the Sarah's neighborhood and laughed to himself that people already had their Christmas lights on their houses. Hadn't it just been Halloween a few weeks before? The funny thing was that he could see that the neighbors were all trying to out-do each other. If it wasn't giant blow-up Santas and snowmen, it was a billion reindeer or enough lights to land an airplane.

Sarah's house was no exception. Along with the lights, there was a giant Santa, two reindeer, and a big snowman scattered through the yard. Dustin shook his head and laughed. He walked to the front door and knocked. Sarah answered the door.

"You know, Thanksgiving isn't for two weeks." Dustin laughed.

"We need to talk." Sarah said seriously, her eyes blood-shot.

Dustin's smile quickly faded. "What about?"

"I'm pregnant." Sarah said bluntly.

"Oh shit..." Dustin said, not sure exactly what to feel.

"It's yours. There's not even a question. I haven't been with anyone else but you."

"Are you sure?" Dustin asked. "I mean, are you sure you're pregnant?"

Sarah, pulled out a home pregnancy test and showed Dustin the positive result.

"How did this happen?" Dustin asked, still stunned.

"I think we both know how it happened." Sarah replied.

"No, I mean... You know what I mean!" Dustin said.

"No, what do you mean, Dustin?" Sarah asked angrily.

"I... I can't be a father. I... I just can't..."

"Oh please. I can't believe we were so fucking stupid."

"You told me you were on the goddamn pill! What the fuck happened to that?"

"Well obviously it didn't work." Sarah snapped.

"Didn't work? Didn't work!! It's the goddamn pill!! What do you mean it didn't work? Fuck!"

"Well if you'd have used a condom..."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Dustin shouted. "Shit! I can't fucking believe this."

"Well sorry for ruining your miserable stupid life. What do you think this is going to do to my life? I was about to go back to school in the spring. I don't want your fucking kid."

"Don't blame this shit on me! I thought you were on the pill! I wouldn't have fucked you if you hadn't told me that! I'm not ready to be a father."

"If Daddy finds out..."

"What? What if he finds out? What the fuck does he have to do with anything?"

"He'd kick me out. He was so disappointed with me when I came home. This would kill him. Especially if he knew it was yours."

"Oh great! I fucking knew it! We can't have the white-trash poor kid hanging around with the Dartmouth family! You fucking rich assholes are all the same. You get your goddamn kicks and use me like a fucking pool boy but if anybody finds out..."

"That is so untrue." Sarah defended.

"Tell him it's mine." Dustin challenged.

"Well I..."

"Tell him that you've been seeing me behind his back and that you enjoyed it!"

"I can't..."

"So I'm the mother fucking pool boy, then. That's what I thought." Dustin said. "I fucking hate hypocrites. You'll ride my goddamn dick and enjoy the fuck out of it, but then you'll pretend that you're so much better than me when you're just as fucked up as I am. You're no better than me. You're as big of a slut as I am!"

"Get out of my house!" Sarah screamed.

"With pleasure." Dustin said angrily. He stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind him. He got on his bike and blasted his way through what had been a quiet, peaceful neighborhood. He furiously flew through town, feeling the bike slip a few times on the wet road and not caring. He flew right through a stop sign and almost got hit by a car, but he didn't care. He felt like being dangerous.

At least until the cop pulled him over.

"What?" Dustin snapped at the officer.

"We've had a few complaints about a man on a motorcycle driving recklessly through the neighborhood."

"Fuck them." Dustin growled. "I'm not hurting anybody."

"I need to see your license and registration."

"Why? Are you going to give me a fucking ticket because some stupid asshole doesn't like motorcycles?"

"Calm down, sir." The officer warned.

"What? You don't like my attitude? You think I should just be a good little poor kid and just shut up?"

"Sir, calm down." The officer said firmly.

"You think you're so big because you're a cop? You're not even a state boy. You work for me! My goddamn tax dollars pay your salary."

"Sir..."

"Fuck you!" Dustin shouted, and poked his finger in the officer's chest.

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"You can't do this to me! I'm an American!!! I pay your fucking salary!!!" Dustin shouted as the officer pushed him into the back of his patrol car. "I'll fucking sue you! I'll sue this whole goddamn town!!"

"Sir, you have the right to remain silent."

"Oh, so now you want me to shut up, huh? Well I won't shut up! My best friend's a fucking lawyer!"

"Well sir, you have the right to an attorney. If you give up that right one will be provided for you."

"Help!!! Help!!! Help!!!!!!!" Dustin shouted as the officer closed the door to the car. Dustin then started slamming his head against the bars that separate the back seat from the driver. He repeatedly bashed his head until he was bleeding from his hairline. Then he sat back and started to cry. Blood trickled down his face, but with his hands cuffed behind him there was no way to clean it up, and it ended up ruining his favorite shirt.

The officer opened his door and peeked in. "Mr. Smith, I see you have a medical condition that requires medication."

"I'm not crazy, goddamn it!!" Dustin shouted.

"When was the last time you had your medication sir?"

Dustin laid back and kicked at the bars. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

After about twenty minutes of laying on the seat, Dustin finally started to come to his senses. By then, the officer had driven him to the police station. A doctor was waiting there for them. He cleaned Dustin's face up and stitched up the gash he'd given himself bashing his head. He had a blood test taken and then the doctor gave him a shot of something or other. The officers uncuffed him so that they could take his fingerprints, took his mug shot, and then put him in a holding cell.

"Mr. Smith, come with me." An officer opened the cell door and re-cuffed Dustin before leading him back to the main room of the police station. He led Dustin to a seat and then sat behind a desk.

The rest of what happened was a blur of activity. Something about being released and having to show up at the district magistrate. Disorderly conduct... Reckless endangerment, blah blah blah... No resisting arrest charges... Having to go to the doctor to be re-evaluated... Dustin just couldn't focus or concentrate on anything. All he knew was that he wasn't going to have to stay at the police station and that he'd probably end up paying a fine. At about midnight, he was released. He had to pay to get his bike back, which pissed him off.

"Fuck, what the hell did I just do?" Dustin asked himself as he stood in front of the police station. Dustin checked his watch and realized that he'd missed out on the guy he was going to meet. He also realized that he'd be just in time for the party that Scott had invited him to if he wanted to go.

"Oh... Alright... What the hell." Dustin said, arguing with himself as to whether he was going to go or not. At least the night wouldn't be a total loss.

He rode home and changed his clothes and found the directions to the party that he'd tossed in his trash can. He thought for a brief moment about not going.

"I'm going to be a father now. Should I really be going out like this?"

The thought of going to have sex with a bunch of old potbellied old men just didn't seem as exciting as it first seemed. But he convinced himself that maybe there'd be somebody closer to his age that he could fight through the old trolls to have some fun with.

Dustin kept asking himself why he was doing this as he rode along the cold streets of Washington County to a house on the outskirts of Canonsburg. Was he really this desperate for sex? He was going to be a father. Was this how he should be spending his spare time?

The directions led him directly to a rather large house with a lot of cars parked around it. Most of them were very nice looking cars, but there were plenty of less expensive models around as well. Dustin wondered just how well he'd fit in with the people who were already busy inside.

He knocked on the door, and for a while, nothing happened. Then the door opened up and a middle-aged man wearing nothing but thong underwear opened the door.

"Wow. Who invited you?" The man asked, checking Dustin out from top to bottom.

"Scott invited me." Dustin replied shyly.

"Well, well... Lucky Scott, eh?" The man laughed. "Come inside. Or, come outside. Or get cum inside. What ever you like as long as you get off tonight."

Dustin walked inside the threshold and looked around. "Wow, this is a big house."

"Who do we have here?" Came a familiar voice. Dustin turned around to find his professor, Dr. Thompson, total naked and smiling. He walked up to Dustin and felt his crotch. "Boy am I glad somebody invited you."

"Yeah... I don't think I'm going to..."

Before Dustin could finish, Dr. Thompson dropped to his knees and pulled open Dustin's pants and then yanked down his underwear. Dustin's dick flopped around until Dr. Thompson placed it into his mouth.

"Okay." Dustin said, almost laughing at how quickly he'd been convinced to stay. The man who had opened the door for him joined Dr. Thompson and Dustin watched himself receive his first double blow job. Dr. Thompson and the man licked and sucked all around his dick. A third man walked by and joined in the fun, guiding Dustin's hands to his already lubed ass. Before he even made it out of the threshold, Dustin had given both that man and Dr. Thompson a ride. After that, Dustin, now completely naked and not really caring, walked around the house a bit, exploring. He had a Coke in the bar area, and while he was sitting there he ended up getting yet another blow job, right out in front of all the guys getting whatever drinks they were after.

After Dustin was satisfied, he walked upstairs to have a look around. He knew how this kind of party worked. In every room there was some guy either waiting to get fucked or already getting fucked and not minding if anybody stopped in to watch. Dustin peeked into one door and saw a nice looking dick being jerked off, but the grey hair all around it made him quick to close the door. He peeked into another door to see two middle aged men going at it doggie-style in front of about four other guys.

Dustin peeked through another door and saw a large, pale, flabby man sitting on top of another guy's face. "Scott." Dustin said as he opened the door a little wider.

"Well, well... The red head decided to party." Scott laughed.

"Well I didn't have anything better to do." Dustin said.

"You wanna suck on my nuts while this guy's eating me out?" Scott asked.

"Not really." Dustin said, noticing the body of the guy who Scott was smothering. He was one of the nicest specimens of the male anatomy Dustin had ever seen. And he'd seen a lot of them.

Scott laughed and pushed himself off of the guy he'd been on. And Dustin couldn't believe what he saw.

"Holy shit! Luke!!!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Hey, Dustin!" Luke shouted. Dustin could tell immediately that he was wasted out of his mind. "Did Dr. Thompson invite you too?"

"No, I did." Scott said. "Didn't I, Red?"

"Yeah." Dustin said, still stunned. "What are you doing here?"

"I think I'm about to get fucked in the ass, that's what I'm doing here." Luke laughed.

"But what about Nate?"

"Who? Oh... Nate. Natey-Natey... Who gives a fuck about Natey? I'm here to get laid."

"But he's your boyfriend." Dustin said.

"What Natey doesn't know won't hurt him. Now fuck me." Luke replied.

Scott laid on his back while Luke positioned himself facing him. Then, with remarkable ease, Luke took Scott's dick into him. "Mmmm... That feels awesome." Luke looked at Dustin. "There's room for one more."

"Are you out of your mind?" Dustin asked.

"Come on, Dustin. I know you've been checking me out in class. I know you're a fucking stud. So come over here and fuck the shit out of me with what's-his-name here."

"I can't..." Dustin replied. "I can't do that to... I mean... What I'm trying to say is..."

Scott groaned. "Oh, his ass feels so good, Dustin. Come on. How often are you going to get the c hance to double fuck somebody?"

"That's not the point."

"Dustin, listen. If I don't give a fuck, then you shouldn't give a fuck. Natey's not going to find out unless I tell him, right?"

"But I..."

"Look, you're getting hard just thinking about it. Come on. Fuck me."

Dustin slowly walked toward the bed. Luke leaned forward on to Scott. Dustin could see Luke's butt, and the intrusion of Scott's dick inside him. Dustin crawled on the bed, not ever saying yes, but letting the part of his brain that was telling him to stop to shut down. Luke turned to face him.

"I'm already lubed up. Just slide it inside me."

Dustin got on his knees between the legs of Luke and Scott. He pointed his dick toward where Scott's dick was and began to press. He could feel Luke stretch as he slipped inside him. He was surprised by how easily he got in.

"Oh God!" Luke exclaimed. "Oh, fuck me with those dicks!" He began sliding himself back and forth, ramming his butt against Dustin's hips. Dustin steadied himself by putting his hands on Luke's ass. He could feel the Scott's dick pressed tight against the underside of his own. It didn't take long for Scott to groan. Suddenly, Luke's asshole got a lot more slippery.

"Fuck yeah!" Luke screamed with delight. Dustin watched a glob of white shoot over Scott's face, past the bed and onto the floor. The contracting and relaxing of Luke's asshole sent him over the edge. But for the first time in a long time, he pulled out at the last second and shot his load all over Luke's back. Luke collapsed onto Scott, and Dustin fell over backwards onto his butt. He looked down at his semen soaked dick almost with disgust at what it had done. He looked at the mess he'd made all over Luke and how it was already dripping down onto the fat blob of a man beneath him.

"That was the best fuck I've ever had." Luke said breathlessly. "Seriously, you guys fucked the hell out of me."

Dustin wasn't even paying attention. He was watching as his dick had finally had enough and was shrinking with every heartbeat.

"That's why I invited Big Red here in the first place."

"What did you call him?" Luke asked.

"Big Red. That's his name. I mean look at the guy. I've never seen a more appropriate screen name."

"Big Red..." Luke said absent-mindedly.

"I've got to go." Dustin said, standing up and wiping his dick off with the tissues that where sitting on the end table next to the bed. "Sorry I came all over your back." Dustin said as he walked to the door.

"No problem Big Red." Luke said almost sarcastically.

Dustin opened the door, and took one last look at Luke's naked body. He turned around to leave and ran almost right into his father.

"Holy fuck!" Dustin shouted, quickly moving his hands to his genitals.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Frank, fully-clothed, asked angrily.

"Me? What the fuck are you doing here, dad?" Dustin asked in horror.

"You goddamn faggot!" Frank exploded. He pushed Dustin hard against the wall. "What the fuck are you doing here you stupid little shit? Some goddamn faggot fucking your queer ass?"

"Fuck you. I don't have to tell you anything. You're a fucking child molester."

Frank punched Dustin hard in the belly. When Dustin moved his hands to hold where he'd been punched, his father kicked him in the nuts. Dustin dropped to his knees in excruciating pain. But by then a couple of guys had managed to grab Frank and hold him back.

"Leave me alone, goddamn it! It's my fucking faggot son!" Frank shouted at the people holding him back.

"So that makes it okay to hit him?" One of the men asked.

"Mind your own fucking business." Frank shouted, trying to break free.

"Child molester!" Dustin cried, clutching his throbbing balls. "You're a goddamn child molester!"

"Shut up you ungrateful son of a whore!" Frank shouted back.

"I'm going to kill you!" Dustin roared, climbing to his feet. "I'll get a goddamn gun and blow your fucking head off! I hate you! I hate you! I HATE YOU!!!!"

Now it was Dustin that had to be held back. Tears of anger streamed down his face as he kicked and pulled in a vain effort to cause some kind of damage to his rapist. Forcefully, the men who were holding both of them back led them to separate parts of the house. Dustin, tears still flowing but without and sound, slipped his pants and shoes on and walked outside. He left behind his socks and the shirt he'd put somewhere in the house.

Dustin refused the offers to drive him home. He walked out of the house and out to his motorcycle. He then made the long ride home through the blurry, cold, and rainy roads of Washington County. When he made it home an hour later, he wasn't sure if he was shaking so much because of the cold or because of his nerves. He walked up the stairs and down the hall to his apartment. Still shaking uncontrollably, he opened up his medicine cabinet. There, he found the last bottle he'd gotten prescribed by Dr. Reilly almost a year before. He shook about six pills out of the bottle and drowned them down his throat with a glass of water. Then he walked to his bed and lay down, still wearing the soaking wet pants he'd worn on the way home.

The only thought that he could think of that made him want to wake up the next morning was knowing that somewhere in an expensive home across town, his unborn child was going ask what happened to his daddy someday.

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