Chapter 4
Saturday rolled around and I still can't decide whether to go to Landry's party or not. I want to go, but I am hesitant. I probably read that whole situation with him all wrong and I am still kind of freaked out about being around all those kids from school. I'd ditched out of most of the graduation ceremony earlier today claiming I had a headache. My parents didn't seem to mind leaving early. I was actually kind of surprised that they attended to begin with until we got there and my mom's church friends made a big fuss over her.
So, the party. I want to go because I really want to get out of the house and party a little. And who knows, maybe Landry and I will hook up and it will be really hot. Not likely, but it is possible. Or maybe I will just get drunk and make a fool of myself. That is more likely. I don't really want to see Drago or the rest of the jock contingency. I doubt any of the drama department kids will be there. This isn't really their scene. Maybe I'll take my guitar and hole up in a bedroom and play. I like having an audience and my parents only complain when I play. Alright, it is settled. I will take my guitar and hideout somewhere and play. And drink. Ha. I wonder how I'll play after having a few beers.
I decided to walk over to Landry's. We all live a few blocks from the high school. I carried my guitar in its case and brought the new picks I bought the other day. I wore skinny black jeans that were practically baggy since the accident. I still haven't gained weight. I am going to have to buy tighter jeans at this rate. I threw on an old Metallica t-shirt and my black Doc Marten's. I tried doing something with my hair. I've worn it long--half way down my back before the accident--but they cut some of it in the front when I had surgery. I don't know exactly what to do with it since some of it had been shaved and I have a couple of scars in my hairline. I suppose I will just let it grow in and catch up to the rest over time. For now, I'm parting it to the side to cover up the shaved and scarred part.
There were kids hanging out on the front porch and cars were parked up and down the street. This is going to be one hell of a party from the looks of it.
"Hey Alvin!" a voice called out. It's Marcus Lambert, another member of the football team. We'd been in the same classes since kindergarten. Like Drago, he ditched me around middle school, but now he greeted me like we were close friends.
"Hey Marcus," I said, less enthusiastically. He pulled me into a bear hug. I was surprised but managed to give him a half hug around my guitar.
"You gonna play for us?" he asked, slurring slightly. It was only a little after 9:00 but he was already well on his way to being drunk.
"Fuck yeah," I answered, breaking away from his hug. "Have you seen Landry?" I asked, eager to get inside and get a drink of my own. I already feel awkward around all of these jocks.
"Ummm, yeah, he's inside somewhere," Marcus said. "Come back out here and play for us, okay?" he told me and I turned to go inside.
"Sure, dude," I called back to him and walked quickly toward the kitchen. I hadn't been in Landry's house since his twelfth birthday party. It hadn't changed much except that there were high schoolers everywhere in various stages of getting drunk and high. I could stand to get high. I didn't know this crowd was into that, but Shel and I had smoked up on many occasions.
"Alvin!" I heard Landry shout out before I saw him. He looked fucking hot. He was in a white wife beater and dark blue basketball shorts with high tops. Not exactly dressed up, but hot all the same.
"Sup, Landry," I said and we did a bro hug.
"Get this man a drink," he told some chick that was hovering on his left side. She nodded and took off toward the keg set up in the backyard. She was back in an instant with a red cup filled with Coors Light. Not exactly my favorite but it's free. I sucked down about half, hoping to loosen up a little. The chick, who I finally recognized as LisaAnne, one of the cheerleaders, cozied up to Landry. She rubbed her tits into his arm and whispered something in his ear.
"Not now," Landry told her, looking a little pissed off. He rolled his eyes in my direction and shrugged her off his shoulder. "Why don't you go hang out with your friends for a while and I'm going to show Alvin around," he said. She pouted and then walked away in a huff.
"What's her deal?" I asked, thinking that I am really glad that I didn't stupidly make a move on him or something. When I'd finally taken the time to beat my meat Thursday night I thought about licking Landry from head to toe and came so fucking much. Guess I jumped the shark a bit there.
"Fuck man, she just won't let up. I've tried breaking up with her like eleven times, but she just keeps coming back around. I'm just not interested in that anymore," he said, giving her back a dirty look as she walked away. "I mean, interested in her anymore," he said suddenly realizing that what he said sounded like he wasn't interested in girls anymore. I nodded and smiled at him. Maybe I hadn't jumped the shark, after all.
"Cool," I said and downed the rest of my beer. I looked at the bottom of the cup as if it would refill itself magically.
"Hey, let's go do some shots," Landry grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the stairs. He looked around to make sure no one was following us and we ran up the stairs and went into his bedroom. He shut the door and then pulled out a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue. He went into the bathroom and came back with a couple of Dixie cups.
"Ahhh, hiding the good stuff, huh," I said eyeing the bottle of scotch. I've never had it before--scotch of any kind, but especially Johnny Walker Blue. It must cost $125 a bottle.
"Yeah, my uncle gave it to me for graduation and I don't want to share it with just anyone," he said, pouring healthy shots into the paper cups. "Sorry I don't have any nice glasses up here," he handed me one of the cups.
"Hey, I'm not fancy," I said. He held up his cup and we touched them together in a toast.
"To new adventures," he said and he winked at me and slammed down the entire shot. How the hell was I supposed to read that? I mean, yes, we just graduated and he could be talking about that, but the wink! Fuck. I downed my shot in like half a second. It burned like crazy all the way down and then again when it hit my stomach. He grabbed my cup and filled it up again. Just then the door busted open. The music from downstairs filled our ears and Drago came inside. He slammed the door shut.
"Whassup bitches," he said slapping Landry on the shoulder.
"Fuck dude, be careful. I almost spilled," Landry berated him, managing to catch all of the expensive scotch in the paper cup. "Go get a Dixie cup out of the bathroom and do a shot with us," he told Drago. Drago was back in an instant holding out the cup. I wasn't even sure I wanted to do another shot. I've already downed a cup of beer and a shot in the five minutes I've been here. And Drago makes me nervous. I don't want to slip up around him and make him think I'm gay. Any more than he already does. But before I could refuse gracefully, we were all toasting again.
"To getting drunk and getting laid," Drago shouted out and we all drank our shots. I didn't really disagree with his toast, but it was so crude. Landry caught my eye and shrugged a little like he was embarrassed of Drago. I smiled into my Dixie cup.
"C'mon faggots, let's get out of here and find some sluts to fuck," Drago said, putting his arm around each of our shoulders.
"Hang on," Landry pulled back and hid the bottle of scotch and threw away our cups. Drago took away his arm and then punched me in the shoulder just hard enough to knock me off balance. I started laughing. I am definitely buzzed.
We went back downstairs and before long were surrounded by a ton of people. Drago draws in a crowd. LisaAnne was back with a couple of her friends. She was all over Landry and her bestie Calista was all over Drago. Their other friend, Sophia, sat in my lap and started playing with my hair. I've never had a girl sit in my lap. She is super cute, for a girl. She has long black hair pulled into a high ponytail. She's wearing a cropped top with shorts and sandals. She smells pretty good, too. I looked over at Drago and saw that he was rubbing Calista's thigh so I copied the movement. Landry and LisaAnne were kissing and one of his hands was up her shirt. I don't get Landry. Sometimes I think he is coming on to me and then he is feeling up his girlfriend a few minutes later. I guess I'm just reading him all wrong. Wishful thinking, probably.
"Kiss me," Sophia whispered in my ear. I hesitated. I've never kissed anyone before. I didn't really want to kiss her although I didn't want to look like a big homo in front of everyone, either. Suddenly we were both covered in beer.
"Fuck you Sophia! I can't believe you're with Alvin Jacobs in front of everyone. We only broke up like two days ago," Sonny Johnson stood above us dumping his beer on our heads. Sophia jumped up and shook off some of the beer onto me. I stood up and glared at Sonny. I had no idea Sophia was his girlfriend or ex or whatever. On the one hand I was pissed because I was wet and smelled like a brewery but on the other I was grateful because I didn't have to kiss a girl.
"Sonny, you are such an asshole. This is why I broke up with you!" Sophia yelled at him. LisaAnne and Calista hopped up and the three girls stormed off toward the bathroom. They kept turning back and giving Sonny dirty looks. He turned to me with fists clenched. I backed up a little. I don't want to fight but I also have to look like I would fight him. I don't want to look like a pussy.
"Hey man, I didn't know," I said, holding my hands up and then I reached out to shake his hand. "Buds, right?" I said as if we were friends. This whole situation is surreal. Hanging out with the jocks like we've been buddies all this time. Almost kissing a cheerleader who was trying to make her football player boyfriend jealous. Sonny reached out and cautiously shook my hand. Then he got all emotional on me and pulled me into a hug.
"Bros before hos, amiright," he said smothering me into his shoulder. "Dude, we gotta find some chicks that appreciate us," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. I didn't want anything to do with that but couldn't think of a way to get away from him diplomatically. I looked over and Drago was giving us a shitty look. Asshole. He probably wanted Sonny to punch me. I saw my guitar on the chair beside him and thought of a way out of this.
"Hey, Landry, where can I set up to play guitar?" I said, shrugging out from under Sonny's enormous arm. I picked up the case and looked to Landry. He smiled big.
"C'mon, let's go down to the basement where it isn't so loud," he said and I followed him to the basement. A bunch of other kids followed us, curious to hear me play. We settled on the couch and I took out my guitar.
"Any requests?" I asked and looked around.
"Ohhh, do that Ed Sheeran song," Calista called out.
"Yes, yes, yes, The A Team," LisaAnne clapped her hands together. I didn't even see that the girls had come downstairs. And now they wanted to hear that song. Such drivel. But I played it anyway.
"Yay!" they cheered and everyone started singing along. I guess it's a popular enough song that everyone knows the lyrics. When I finished, people started calling out other songs. Of course someone wanted Wonderwall by Oasis. I played it just to get it out of the way. Even though these songs kind of suck, it was fun for everyone to sing along. Landry had a karaoke machine hooked up so he muted it and projected the lyrics on the wall and I played and we all sang along. I was surprised to find out that I knew every song that people requested. A couple of people started making obscure requests trying to trip me up, but I knew them all.
After an hour or so things broke up and a bunch of us ended up in the backyard smoking weed. It had been a long time since I'd smoked and drank and I was getting pretty wasted. It was fun, though, and I was getting to know a bunch of kids from school that I'd never thought that I would talk to or have anything in common with. I guess booze and weed loosens me up.
It was getting to be around midnight and I went down to the basement to find the bathroom. There was a huge line for the two upstairs and I wasn't going to be able to wait that long. I walked in and saw Drago pissing in the toilet. Fuck. I don't want to see him. I'd managed to avoid him for most of the night. But my bladder wasn't cooperating so I just unzipped and started pissing next to him. He didn't say a word but definitely checked out my junk. If he could do it, why couldn't I? I looked over and saw that he was hung. Like eight inches of thick manhood. Fuck. It is beautiful.
"Nice, isn't it?" he said in a low, gravelly voice. Sexy as fuck. Goddamn, I am going to start getting hard.
"Yeah," I said in a voice just above a whisper.
"Yours is bigger than I thought it would be," he said moving closer to me. "Seven inches?" he asked. Why the hell did he want to know? What was going on here? Why didn't I zip up and walk away?
"Seven and a quarter," I answered precisely. He nodded appreciatively and then reached out and started stroking me. I moaned unintentionally but it feels incredible. His hand is huge and strong. He stroked me rock hard in like five strokes. I reached out and started stroking his huge cock. I have long fingers, but I swear my fingers barely connected around his thick piece. It felt so hot and was hard in seconds. We stood there stroking one another for a few minutes and then he let go and started pushing down on my shoulder. At first I was like, what the fuck and I resisted. Then it dawned on me that he wanted me to go down on him. I've never done any of this. I am such a virgin! But I am drunk and high and horny and fuck if he isn't so hot that I can't stop myself. I kneeled down in front of him and looked at his cock. It was the moment of truth. I leaned in and licked the tip and then took it in my mouth. He moaned.
"Fuck, Alvin, that feels soooo gooood," he drawled out. I licked around the tip and let my tongue slip between the foreskin and the head. Little circles around the head and then I pulled the foreskin back and sucked the head into my mouth. My cock was so hard and bobbed up and down between my legs as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I looked up at him. He grinned back at me and then moaned loudly as I sucked as much of his cock into my mouth as I could without gagging.
"Oh my gawd Alvin, you're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he said as I struggled to get his whole cock inside. I managed about five inches. Wait, did he just say that I am beautiful? He probably tells every girl that sucks his cock that they are beautiful with his cock in their mouth. But I'm not a girl. My dick just leaked a long drop of cum. Apparently my cock doesn't mind that he said I'm beautiful. I bobbed my head up and down again and sucked and licked like his cock was the cure for whatever disease that plagues me. He took my head in those huge hands and directed me up and down on his cock. Finally, I felt his cock harden and thicken and I knew he was about to cum. He tried to pull away.
"Fuck, Alvin, I'm cumming," he shouted out. I'm sure everyone in the basement could hear him shout my name and the word cumming and knew exactly what was going on in that bathroom, but I didn't care. I grabbed his ass and held him tightly inside my mouth and he came. A bunch. I swallowed as much as I could but some cum came out of the sides of my mouth and started dripping down my chin. He slapped my head lightly and I let go.
"Sensitive," he hissed as his cock slid out of my mouth. I licked the cum off my chin and tried to catch my breath. I looked down and saw that I'd cum on his legs. I'd cum just from sucking his cock. Fuck. And it was on his legs. Double fuck.
"Goddamn if that wasn't the best fucking blow job I've ever had," he breathed out, trying to catch his breath. I just kneeled there, grabbed my cock and squeezed out the last few drops of cum onto the floor. I was in disbelief. Did this really just happen? Did I really just give Drago a blowjob in Landry's basement? I guess I am a cocksucker now. It was so hot. But it was Drago. I am all sorts of confused.
I reached over and got a big wad of toilet paper and cleaned up his legs and the floor. I threw it in the toilet and flushed. He wiped his cock off with some toilet paper and threw it in the trash. I finally stood up and we both zipped up. I looked in the mirror and tried to fix my hair. It was matted down from where he held my head as he fucked my face. Just thinking about that made my dick twitch. I couldn't meet his eye but he stared at me in the mirror. I can't read his look. Was he going to go tell everyone that I'm a confirmed cocksucker? That I'm totally a faggot that just swung on his dick? Oh God, what have I done? Maybe I can deny it and say that he's drunk and dreaming. Maybe he won't say anything. That is too much to hope for.
"I'll pick you up at eight Monday morning and you'll come workout with me," he said after several moments of silence. "You're too damn skinny," he announced. I was shocked. He wants me to go workout with him?
"Uhhhh," I said eloquently. I had no idea how to respond to that.
"That wasn't a request, that was a command," he said, now fixing his own hair in the mirror. "Be outside your house at eight sharp and we'll go to the gym. I can get you in for free the first week but then you'll have to buy a membership" he said. I pondered what he said for a moment. He was going to be there Monday morning. I don't have a say in the matter. I am okay with that for some reason.
"Okay," I said. I looked up and met his eye in the mirror. I thought he'd be smirking at me. Cocky because he just made me into his cocksucker. But the look was different. It was like, lust? Attraction? No, that is impossible. Who knows? I just sucked his dick, so it's probably just that he is satisfied. He nodded at me and then turned and walked out of the bathroom. I waited for a couple of minutes and then went the opposite way down the hall.
I made my way back up to the kitchen. The crowd thinned out quite a bit while I was...indisposed. I got a glass of water and downed it quickly. I filled my glass again and downed that, too. I could still taste Drago's cum in my mouth, but much less than before. I kind of liked it. Suddenly Landry came up behind me.
"Guess who?" he said, giggling. He is still very drunk. Truth is, so am I, but the experience with Drago was rather sobering.
"Hmmm, is it John Elway?" I answered and started giggling, too. This weed seems to have made us all pretty giggly.
"No, silly, it's me, Landry," he said, spinning me around to face him. Fuck. What if he smelled Drago on me? He is close. Closer than two friends would be. I leaned in. What am I doing? I can smell the weed in his hair and the booze on his breath...and his natural smell. I remember it from before. He has a great natural smell and it is even better without his cologne to cover it up.
"Hey Landry," I said softly. Our foreheads touched. Fuck, why does my mouth taste like Drago's cum right before Landry fucking Jensen is going to kiss me? This is an insane night. If I'd written down the craziest things that could happen at this party I never would have thought of blowing Drago or kissing Landry. But that's what is happening. Just as Landry's lips were about to touch mine, Drago busted into the kitchen.
"Sup losers," he said. We pulled away from one another and tried to look like we weren't doing anything. I sucked down another glass of water and Landry started throwing plastic cups in a trash bag.
"Sup Jenkins," Landry said, putting his fist out. Drago bumped it and then he bumped mine. I started picking up trash and put it in the bag, too.
"The house is trashed, man," Drago said, hopping up on the counter and eating some cold pizza he found in the fridge. I grabbed a piece, too, suddenly very hungry. Munchies, probably. Landry got a piece, too, and we polished off the rest of the pizza in silence.
"Alright, I've gotta get some fresh air," Drago said after we finished. "C'mon, Alvin, I'll walk you home," he said. I looked up at him in confusion. He wants to walk me home? What's up with that?
"Uh, I was going to help Landry clean up..." I trailed off. Drago put his arm around my shoulder and basically pulled me toward the front door.
"Fuck that shit `til tomorrow, dude. We'll come over in the morning and help clean up this sty," Drago told Landry. I want to hang out with Landry alone. I want to see if he will try to kiss me again. But Drago was practically pulling me along. I had to speed up to keep him from dragging me out the door.
"Cool, guys. Lates," Landry said, dropping the bag of trash and following us to the front door. "I put your guitar in the closet, here," he opened the coat closet and pulled out my guitar case. I grabbed it out of his hand. I was really glad it was there because I was on the verge of a panic attack that someone had taken off with it or that it was full of beer in a corner somewhere.
"Thanks, man, that was awesome of you," I said and pulled him into a bro hug. He hugged me back and I swear he smelled my hair. My dick is getting hard again.
"Let's go, dude," Drago said, pulling on my arm. I let go of Landry reluctantly, but followed Drago obediently. The door closed behind us and the motion light came on. Drago stared at me for a moment. I still couldn't read his look. My guess is that he was jealous of Landry but that made about as much sense as Landry kissing me. I have no idea what the fuck is going on.
We walked in silence until we got to my driveway. He hugged me a little bit too tight. I couldn't breathe.
"Don't forget, eight o'clock sharp," he said and then he let me go. I looked up at him still trying to figure out his angle. This just isn't computing.
"Yeah, I'll be out here," I said and started walking up the driveway. "See ya tomorrow," I turned and saw he was watching me. Checking out my ass? Again, that had to be my imagination.
"Yeah, lates, dude," he said. When I'd gotten inside and locked the door I peeked out the side window and saw him finally turn and walk away. I am super confused, but that blow job was really fucking hot. I'd do it again if he wanted. And that's the most confusing thing of all.
My phone started buzzing around 10:30 and woke me up. I could barely open my eyes to read the text that came in--it was Drago. He wanted to meet up over at Landry's at noon for some food and to help clean up. I replied that I would be there and then dragged ass into the shower.
There was a note on the counter from my dear mother that stated that she expected me to attend church in the future but she gave me a pass today. She said that she didn't want her friends to see me hungover. Apparently I'll need to be bright eyed and bushy tailed when I attend church. The tone of the letter made me think I was in for a lecture later today. The less I am around the house, the better. I decided to leave for Landry's early since I don't want to be hanging around here.
As I approached Landry's house, Drago ran up behind me.
"Sup, man," he said and we fist bumped.
"Sup," I said back nervously. Had he seen me walking over and followed me? Or was he on his way and saw me? I got the distinct feeling that he was watching for me because he didn't want me alone with Landry. Or he just happened to arrive at the same time. I am probably looking into this way more than I need to. I just get a weird vibe from Drago. Fuck if he didn't look hot though. He wore a baseball cap pulled down over his forehead, a CU sweatshirt and some basketball shorts. A quick glance down below gave me the view of his cock pressing against the thin material of the shorts. I don't think he's wearing underwear. Fuck me. I'm getting hard already. I am going to be on my knees servicing him in like a minute at this rate. I dragged my eyes back up.
"I was thinking we'd order some Chinese," he said as we approached the front door. I reached for the doorbell, but he just opened the door and went inside. "Landry!" he bellowed and a disheveled-looking Landry padded in from the living room.
"Hey guys," he said quietly. It appears that he has the worst hangover of the three of us. We walked into the kitchen and saw that Landry had cleaned most of the kitchen and family room up already.
"So, I was just telling Alvin that I thought we'd order some Chinese," Drago announced pulling himself up on the counter to sit. I sat in one of the barstools on the other side of the counter and Landry leaned against his hands next to Drago.
"Yeah, we definitely need some food," he said. Drago grabbed a half-full bottle of Jack Daniels and took a big swig. Landry looked at him like he was going to throw up and I gave him a look of surprise.
"What?" he said after he took another swig. "Hair of the dog," he told us and offered the bottle to Landry. Landry eyed the bottle cautiously but then shrugged and took a big drink. It looked like it went down hard and he started to cough.
"Fuck that tastes like shit. I'm gonna get the Johnny Walker out of my bedroom," he walked upstairs and came back with the Blue Label. I can't believe we are drinking again. Landry pulled out some high ball glasses and poured a bit into each one. He handed them out.
"Another day, another bender. No retreat, no surrender," Landry toasted and we all laughed and downed our drinks. He filled them again and we downed another shot. I'm not entirely sure I was even sober when we started this, but I knew I was well on my way to getting drunk again. We definitely need something to eat to soak up this booze. Drago pulled out his phone and started an order for food. He passed it around and we added what we wanted and he placed the order.
"Should be about forty-five minutes," he said shoving his phone in his pocket. "Let's get this place cleaned up before it gets here so we can have some fun," he commanded and the three of us started cleaning.
We moved from room to room picking up the trash and cleaning up spills. It looked worse than it really was. No one puked anywhere inside, thankfully, and with the windows open, the various smells faded quickly.
I went into the hall bathroom to take a piss and heard Landry calling my name a few minutes later. I realized that I was having an episode and started to panic. Fuck. How long had I been out? I was in the living room now--the last place I remembered being was the hall bath. What had I done? As I came back into focus, I saw Landry and Drago looking at me. Landry looked super concerned but Drago had a smirk on his face. Fuck me. What did I say and do while I was out of it?
"Landry, get him some water and some ibuprofen," Drago told Landry. While he was out of the room, Drago sat down next to me.
"Uh, so what did I do while I was having my episode?" I asked hesitantly. I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"Oh man you were so fucking hot for my cock. You got on your knees and sucked it so hard!" he laughed as he told me the story. I hung my head and covered my face with my hands. "Then you begged me to fuck your sweet ass and goddamn if you weren't tight and hot. You started sucking off Landry until I came deep up your ass and then you begged Landry to fuck you, too. He came in your pussy right when the food got here. Then you begged the delivery guy to fuck you and he pounded your cunt until you both nutted," he told me, offering his fist to bump. I looked up and shook my head. He laughed again and dropped his fist when I refused to bump back.
"Oh my God, I didn't really do all of that?" I whined. This is my worst fear. What am I going to do now?
"No, man, you didn't do any of that, I'm just pulling your chain," Drago said really guffawing now. "The look on your face was priceless," he leaned over on my shoulder. I pulled away and he fell against the couch cushions laughing his ass off.
"Fuck you Drago. Why would you tell me all of that?" I pushed him away and gave him a dirty look. "What did I do? For real, this time," I asked after he started to compose himself. Drago looked thoughtful as he answered.
"You just kept mumbling the words of some song over and over again. I brought you out here so you could sit down. It was just like when we shared that room in the hospital. You zoned out, mumbled for a while and then came back to us when Landry started to freak out," he told me. I breathed a sigh of relief. My episodes seem to be the same every time--I am out of it, mumbling something, and then come back about five to fifteen minutes later. Landry reappeared with the water and a bottle of ibuprofen. I took the water but shook off the pills. I didn't want to take painkillers after drinking booze.
"What song was it?" I asked, handing the glass back to Landry. He took everything back to the kitchen. He seemed really freaked out.
"I don't know. I couldn't place it. Maybe you made it up," Drago said. "Hey Landry, do you know the song Alvin kept repeating?" he called out to Landry in the kitchen.
"No, didn't recognize it," Landry said walking back in the room. "Hey man, are you okay?" he said to me with a look of concern.
"Yeah, man, I'm okay," I replied. "I've been having these episodes, as my shrink calls them, since the accident. I'm just really glad I didn't do anything too weird or crazy and that you guys were here to keep an eye on me," I said fist bumping him in thanks.
"Wow. Your head is pretty messed up, huh?" Landry asked sitting down next to me on the couch. He rubbed my thigh softly. I looked up and he smiled at me. I smiled back. I started to answer but the doorbell rang.
"Go get the food, Landry," Drago told him. "I'll grab us some plates. Let's eat out here in front of the TV," he said standing up. Landry reluctantly got up. Every time we were about to have a moment it seemed like something got in the way.
Landry brought in the food and we chowed down on fried rice, kung pao chicken, moo shu pork and crab Rangoon. It totally hit the spot. We tossed the empty containers in the last trash bag and crashed out in front of the TV and watched Terminator 2 on cable. We finished the bottle of Johnny Walker and moved on to the Jack Daniels. Once we were drunk we couldn't tell the difference anyway.
At about 6:00 my mom texted me to tell me that dinner would be on the table in ten minutes and I'd better be there. Crap. I don't want to leave and I am drunk as a skunk. They were sure to figure that out. Maybe I can chalk it up to my pain killers or something. I haven't been taking the prescription pain killers that Dr. Winters gave me because I want a clear head to play guitar. I suddenly realized that I hadn't played all day. My fingers were practically playing on their own. I guess I do want to get home and get dinner over with so that I can play.
"Well, guys, I gotta get moving," I said and stood up. I immediately sunk back into the couch and started giggling. We were all giggling for a couple of minutes and I tried to stand back up again. Drago pulled himself up and put his arm around my waist to steady me. Somehow we staggered to the door.
"Lates Landry," he yelled as we opened the door.
"Dude, I'm right here," Landry said, covering his ears.
"Oops," Drago said, laughing. "Sorry, thought you were still in the living room," he said between snorts of laughter. I giggled some, too, leaning into Drago for support.
"Hey, Alvin," Landry said as we walked down the driveway.
"Yeah, man?" I answered, turning to face him.
"Text me later. There's a show at the Palladium on Saturday. We should check it out," he said.
"Cool, Landry. I'll text you on the flip side," I said and started laughing again. Hell yeah, Landry wants to take me out. I think maybe I read that one right after all. Hopefully my parents weren't assholes about me coming home just a bit tipsy and I can go out on Saturday.
"C'mon Alvin, let's go," Drago pulled me along behind him. I waved at Landry and sped up to keep pace with Drago. He pulled me up beside him and held my arm tightly. After a minute or two of my arm tingling I started to pull away.
"I can walk on my own now, thanks," I said sarcastically, yanking my arm out of his grip. He looked kind of pissed off. I couldn't think of what I'd done to piss him off. "Sorry, didn't mean to be an ass," I apologized. He turned to me and smiled.
"No worries dude," he said putting his arm around me. He looked over his shoulder at Landry's house with a sour look on his face. I wonder what that's all about. He turned back to me and grinned.
"Your parents are going to kick your ass," he said, laughing like a hyena. We are both so hammered. I laughed, too.
"I know. They are such tight-asses and my mom's all religious all the sudden. She's probably going to scream at me and then pray for me and then scream again," I said as we crossed the street in front of my house.
"Fuck that. Glad my parents never got religion," Drago said. I saw the curtains move in the front window and knew we were being watched. I shrugged out from under Drago's arm and started walking up the driveway.
"See you in the morning," I sing-songed at him.
"Eight AM sharp," he said sternly and then he giggled. Fuck, we are so fucked up. I tried to enter the house quietly but my dad was standing in the living room waiting for me.
"Are you drunk?" he asked before I even had the door shut. Startled, I looked up and felt myself sobering up quickly.
"Uh, no?" I said, more of a question than an answer.
"Yes, you are," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward the stairs. "Get into the shower and sober up as much as you can before dinner," he said in a low voice. "I don't want your mother to see you like this," he said and shoved me toward the stairs. I staggered and nearly fell when I hit the first step. I giggled and caught myself. I looked back at my dad and he looked furious.
"Sorry, Dad," I said and started up the stairs holding onto the railing for dear life.
"I don't want you hanging out with that Jenkins boy anymore," he said as I slowly made my way up.
"Drago?" I asked, stopping to look at him to see if he was serious. What's wrong with Drago? I mean aside from bullying me for the past six years. He's actually been pretty cool since the accident, I guess. What the hell does my dad have against Drago?
"Yes, Drago Jenkins. No more hanging out with him. He's a bad influence. I don't like the look in his eyes," my father said angrily. Huh. Apparently Drago has a look in his eyes. I have no idea what my father is talking about but I don't feel like starting an argument. I almost mentioned that Drago was taking me to workout in the morning but caught myself. I'd just have to fight that battle tomorrow. Right now I need to get in the shower.
"Okie dokie," I said and giggled the rest of the way up the stairs. My dad shook his head irritably and walked into the kitchen. I managed to get myself in the shower. The water helped sober me up a little bit. I really don't want to eat. The Chinese food is sitting in my stomach like a rock. And all that booze isn't helping. My mom's cooking leaves something to be desired, too, although I've never had the guts to tell her that I think it sucks. Hope I don't let that slip at the dinner table tonight. I'm already in enough trouble from what I can tell.
Dinner proceeded in near silence. My mom made us pray beforehand and went on so long that our food was cold by the time we started eating. Her prayer had a lot to do with saving my soul from the devil and his bad influences. I almost laughed twice, but held it together. Less than five minutes into the meal the phone rang and she was off talking to some church friend, leaving me and my dad to eat our cold food in silence. Better than hearing about how Satan owns me, I guess.
After dinner, I took off for my room and started playing guitar. It was like I had to catch up for not having played for so long. I rushed out three songs in like two minutes. They didn't sound right or good, but I had to get them out of my system as quickly as possible. While I played I pictured Landry listening, laying on the floor next to me and gazing up into my eyes. I fantasized that we started to kiss. My mind wandered while I played a song I made up specifically for this fantasy.
My imagined hands rubbed his strong pecs and shoulders. One trailed down and tweaked a nipple. He squeaked in pleasure and pain as I worked the nipple between my fingers. My other hand moved down to his bulge and squeezed it through his basketball shorts. I moved my hand up and down, feeling his cock come to life from my ministrations. We kissed some more and he reached out, moved my guitar aside, and rubbed my cock through my jeans. I stared into his clear blue eyes as he unzipped my jeans and freed my cock. He leaned down and took it in his mouth. He sucked and licked the tip and then swallowed the entire thing in one motion.
I moaned out loud and suddenly realized that I wasn't playing guitar anymore and had my dick firmly in my hand. I was stroking myself fast. I closed my eyes and kept going. Only when I closed my eyes, it wasn't Landry anymore, but Drago. He and I sat together on the floor stroking one another's cocks. I pulled my hand away from him and leaned in to suck his cock into my mouth. Fantasy-me could suck the entire thing down my throat without choking or gagging. I let him fuck my throat hard and then he exploded down my throat and into my stomach. The image of that in my head pushed the real-me over the top and I spurted several shots of cum on my chest. The last one dribbled out all over my hand. I absentmindedly reached my cum-coated hand up to my mouth and licked the cum off. It tasted pretty good.
I came out of my fantasy world and looked down and started giggling. I had a ton of cum on my shirt. I was lucky none got on my guitar. That just made me giggle more. I wiped up as much of my mess as I could and carefully took off my t-shirt. I put it in the laundry and peeked outside my door to see if I could make it to the bathroom without anyone seeing me. The coast was clear so I rushed to the bathroom.
I really wanted to take a shower but since I'd taken one before dinner I figured that my parents would think it was weird for me to take another. I got a washcloth and cleaned up as much as I could. I brushed my teeth and then headed to bed.
I laid in bed wondering what the next day would bring. It wasn't long before I was asleep. Or passed out. Probably passed out.