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One For The Road

By: westerntiger



(A Dylan James Story)

It was about 9AM on a cool June morning in LA as Dylan loaded his overnight bag into the back of his new F150 Ford pickup with the Supercab. It was his latest toy, and he was going to get to take it on the road and play with it for a few days.

Dylan James was a professional stuntman in Los Angeles. In his early 30's, he was at the top of his profession. He was young enough to still do difficult and demanding stunts, but also experienced enough to now be a crew head, or on some small film be the head stunt guy in charge of hiring crew and helping to design stunts.

Dylan was living the dream. His dream. He had gone to school to be an actor and had even gotten a degree for that from a small Southern school known for it acting program. However, somewhere along the way, Dylan fell in love with the falls, and hits, and the sword fighting, and stage combat that plays and films demand. So he began to train in that direction. He moved to New York and took all the stage combat classes he could get into. Hand to hand, sword, dagger, and fencing. The proper ways to fall and roll and take punches. After a couple of years in New York, he got accepted to a program in Los Angeles offered by some of the best stuntmen in the business. He moved to LA and trained very hard. He got certification in and licensed for all types of hand to hand and weapons including guns, got certified to handle small types of explosives on sets, and always studied the safety and setup of stunts on stage and movie sets. He impressed his teachers, and they began to use him for small stunts on non-union movies. Upon graduation, Dylan started getting smaller gigs working on small union films and learning his craft. He progressed very quickly for someone his age, but there was no denying that Dylan knew his shit. 

That skill and knowledge had provided him with rewards beyond a lot of other guys his age. He owned his own house in the West Adams area of LA, an 8-room Craftsman bungalow that he was fixing up. It was almost 100 years old, but he really enjoyed the work when he had the time. He owned part of a small, but growing stunt company that specialized in working with CGI (computer imaging) to design stunts for big budget movies. And the place that he was going to now, a cabin north San Francisco on the Russian River, that he had bought with his first major check from a film. 

After he put his bag into the backseat of the cab, Dylan got into the driver seat and was just about to start his adventure when his cell went off. 

"Dylan James, " he said answering. "Hey Bobby, how's it going?" 

Dylan played with his truck keys as he sat listening to Bobby talk.

"Oh Bobby, why didn't you call me a couple of weeks ago. I could have worked that in, but I am not taking anymore stunt work until I get back from vacation. We were filming the stunt setups for MISSION IMPOSSIBLE 3 and I just worked my ass into a sling. I am headed out of LA for about two to three weeks."

Dylan turns the key in the ignition and the big V8 roared to life. The car warning bells could be heard by Bobby in the background. Dylan was very anxious to be moving. 

"I'm headed up to my place in Northern California. Gonna stay there for a couple of weeks and cool out. Where ever the truck points is where I am going to go. I am going to relax, have fun, and get as much pussy as I can get. Hey, you take care bro, and I will call you when I get back into town."

Dylan turned off his cell. There would be no further interruptions from his mission to get out of town. However, he did have one very important stop to make before he left. 

It was about 9:45, when Dylan pulled up in front of a cute little cottage on a quiet side street in North Hollywood. And Dylan had not been here for several weeks. 

As Dylan got out of the truck and moved up the walk to the house, you could use one word to describe Dylan. STUD.

There were three qualities that made Dylan the poster boy for that much over used word. 

First, he was a very handsome guy at 6' 2" and 210 pounds of hard muscle with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He moved with the grace and power of a tiger. His tight t-shirt showed off a very well developed chest and ripped forearms and biceps. 

Second, apart from his physical beauty was his personality. Everyone liked Dylan. Women wanted to date him and guys liked to hang out with him. He was fun, charming, smart and sure of himself. Not in a cocky way, but Dylan knew who he was and what he wanted from life and was not shy about asking for it. His strength of character and quiet leadership made him the focus of any room that he was in, even when he was not trying to be. 

Finally, the quality that set Dylan aside from all others was his package. He had a very impressive dick that was 9 inch long and 5 inches around with a large mushroom shaped head that women just went wild over. He had lost his virginity at 15 and he had not slowed down since. While some old actors was on the cover of People or US magazine pretending that they were the Studs of Hollywood, Dylan was quietly racking up the numbers. Actresses, models, stunt women, women on film crews, female movie execs, female movie stars, women in bars, married or single. He once did the lead singer of a very successful black girl group during the filming of her music video not ten feet from her rapper boyfriend while he did business on the phone. Very few were the women that turned down his charms when he focused his personality on them. 

Dylan stepped up to the red front door and rang the bell. He heard the bell echo through the house, and as he waited, he looked around at the snow covered mountains in the distance. It was a perfect day in LA and Dylan can do no wrong on such a beautiful day. He turned back toward the door as he heard someone approaching. The door opened to reveal Cat Rawlings. 

Cat was a rising actress/stunt woman of about 25 that he had met on set. Her career was just starting to take off as she began to get lead roles in small movies and TV shows. She was beautiful, tanned, well built, athletic, and very married. Cat had her auburn colored hair pulled back in a ponytail, and her lush figure was very evident. Her too tight T-shirt clearly showed that she wore no bra over her large breasts, and her low rider sweat pants left acres of an exposed taut stomach. She was standing with one hip cocked out holding a coffee cup and just looked at Dylan for a moment before -

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You."

Cat glared angrily at Dylan for several seconds. "What if Luke was home?"

"But he isn't."

"Where have you been for the past three months?" 

"Thinking about you." 

"Yeah, right. So how come you haven't called me one time?"

"No excuse, maybe because you are married. But I am here now."

"God, you are such an asshole."

"True, but I am a lot of fun. (Pause) Are you going to invite me in?"

"Now why would I do that?"

"Cause you missed me."

Cat stood in the doorway looking at Dylan for a moment. She was trying to decide to let this man who completely turned her world upside down into her life again even for a few moments. She was married, not happily, but she tried to honor the vows, yet the sex with Dylan was so incredible. Finally ...

"Just for a cup of coffee, nothing more," as she held the door open. Knowing he had already won, Dylan walked past her into the front hall. "That's all it takes," he thought to himself.

As she closed the door, he put his hand on her tight ass and gave one on of the lush globes a gentle squeeze. Quickly she whirled around on him.

"Wait a minute, buckoo. Don't think you can just show up after 3 months, not call me once and just walk in here and fuck me."

Dylan reached out gently and caressed the cheek of Cat's beautiful face. He leaned forward placing his mouth right next to her ear.

"Thinking has nothing to do with it." He whispered.

Dylan gently pulled her mouth up to his for a long wet kiss. As the kiss continues, Cat began to whine deep in her throat. The coffee cup in her hand dropped to the floor shattering in a hundred small pieces that neither of them even notice. She slowly pressed her lush body against him and began to grind her pelvis against his leg. Rubbing her moistening pussy against his thigh, she ran her hand down across his 6-pack abs searching for that monster that caused her such immense pleasure. His dick was almost at full mast as she begins to rub her hand up and down its length. Her anticipation and need over its length and girth had started to make her dizzy. 

Dylan reached his hands up underneath her t-shirt and began to gently pull, pinch and roll her nipples between his fingers. Panting, Cat slowly broke the kiss, a kiss that had left her weak in the knees, and her pussy dripping like a faucet. She looked at him with eyes that were glazed over with desire and softly said, "God, you really are an asshole."

"Ain't it the truth," Dylan agreed as he slide her t-shirt off over her head revealing her beautiful 36D natural breasts. He tossed the shirt on the floor and began to gently caress her magnificent beauties. He leaned down and sucked her left pencil-tipped nipple into his mouth and began to tongue it slowly. She gasped for breath and cupped the back of his head, while feeding more of her succulent breast into his mouth. 

"God, I have missed you," Cat moaned. Their affair had been a short but incredibly intense one. They had met on the set of a low-budget martial arts flick. Dylan was the weapons master for all the guns and rifles, and she was one of the American female villains who try to tempt the Asian star. Dylan thought she was hot as hell, but when he found out that she did her own stunts, he just melted. He found out her husband was a very successful TV director who was on set all the time, and left his very attractive wife alone often. Dylan started talking to her, and had his 9 inches sliding in and out of her very tight pussy in the back of a gaffer truck within two hours of meeting her. They had fucked everywhere and every chance that they could including the bed she shared with her husband. After the movie shoot was over, they had gotten together a few times but his schedule and her married life had led to a 3 month break. 

As Dylan continued to knead and hungrily suck on her tits, Cat struggled to undo his pants and pull down the zipper on his tight jeans. She finally got the zipper down and slid her hand inside his undone pants to grab hold of the column of flesh that reduced her to jelly every time she saw it. 

The first time she had seen his dick it was jutting out from his jeans pointed at her exposed pussy as she sat with her legs apart on a work table in the back of a lighting truck on set. She stared in awe at his dick as he rubbed the giant head up and down the length of her glistening slit. It was twice the size of her husband's dick and bigger then anything she had every attempted. Dylan had already expertly licked and eaten her to two explosive orgasms, and she was desperate to have his cock inside her now. As he pushed the large mushroom head against her juicy hole, she felt his girth beginning to stretch her. As the large head began to slip into her, the walls of her cunt began to close around and coat his dick with her warm pussy juice. She was in heaven. She had never been fucked like that. Dylan's dick touched her in places she didn't know she had. He had slowly and masterfully taken her to two shattering climaxes, before turning her around and hammering her asshole to his own incredible orgasm. The pleasure had been so intense for her that she had passed out. She had become so in lust for Dylan that she had even brought him to her own house while her husband was at work for a 5 hour fuck & suck session that had covered every room and surface in her house. And now he was here again! 

She gently pulled his massive erection from his pants, and while holding it, knelt down in front of him to admire it. To her it was a thing of beauty. Long and thick and hard with veins popping out every where, and that incredible mushroom head that just drove her wild. While slowly pumping his great length with both hands, she began to slowly lick the head and underside with long tongue strokes. Savoring every taste like it was the best ice cream in the world. 

"Oh my God, baby that is good," Dylan groaned as he watched her make love to his prick. 

When the head was slick with her saliva, she fed the knob into her mouth and slowly started bobbing her head taking more and more of his length into her mouth. She kept slowly sliding her head up and down taking more and more into her mouth until she had her nose buried in his pubic hair. Dylan's knees were about to give way, he was so overcome by the passion and skill of her oral lovemaking. 

Before he exploded in her mouth, Dylan reached down and pulled Cat off his raging prick. Dylan took her beautiful face in his hands and planted a deep kiss on her lips. He could taste himself in her mouth as their tongues danced with each other. He pressed her lush body against his, and ground his thrusting cock against her clothes-covered pussy. She responded passionately as Dylan slid his hands inside her low slung sweat pants only to discover she wasn't wearing any panties. He slid two fingers down the crack of her taut ass and between her legs until they found the moist heat of her dripping cunt. Cat gasped as his fingers penetrated her and she started humping back onto his fingers trying to get them deeper into the folds of her hot pussy.

Dylan and Cat were still kissing passionately as he started to push her sweat pants down her thighs. She shifted her weight so he could remove them one leg at a time. He tossed the pants away, and moved his hands to her tits squeezing them together as he sucked both of her large swollen nipples into his mouth at the same time. Cat began gasping for air as the sensations became too much for her. Leaving her tits, he kissed and licked his way down her flat stomach paying special attention to her belly button area and finally arrived at her shaved pubic mound. 

Dylan picked up the naked Cat and carried her thru an archway and into the dining room where he placed her on the edge of the table. He pulled a chair over and sat down between her wide open thighs. The glistening pink of her cunt stared back at him while her throbbing clit winked at him from its fleshy fold above her steaming hole. He moved his head in closer to inhale the earthy scent of her pussy. He pulled her ass up to the edge of the table and placed his tongue at the bottom of her hole and slowly licked his tongue across her slit and felt her whole body shudder with passion. 

When he reached her juicy little clit, he sucked it into his mouth and began to softly chew it. At the same time he shoved two fingers up her cunt and began to stroke her G spot. Cat started screaming and humping her ass at his face. She grabbed his hair and ground her steaming pussy on to his face. Her ass was banging off the dining table so hard that he thought she might break it. Suddenly, she stopped all movement. 

"OH, MY FUCKING GOD here it comessss," she screamed as her legs flew straight up past his ears and she pulled his face tight to her gushing hole. Seconds later, she came with incredible force thrashing about and pulling on his hair as she smeared her love juice all over Dylan's face. The nectar just flowed out of her pussy and Dylan licked up every last drop. 

As her intense orgasm began to fade, Cat lay back on the dining table exhausted. Dylan raised his face from her broached pussy and wiped her essence off his face with the back of his hand. He stood up and moved between her legs and positioned his throbbing meat between her open cunt lips. So one long moment, he looked at the incredible beauty that was laid out before him. She was completely his to do with as he wanted and that power made his massive tool even harder then before. With one powerful thrust, he buried his entire 9 inches deep in her pussy to the hairs. Cat screamed and arched her back at the sudden intrusion. She began humping her pussy against Dylan trying to force him even deeper inside her.

"Oh Dylan pleaaaaassssse....... aaaaaaaahhhhhh .......fuck me... ," she moaned.

With her legs draped over his shoulders, Dylan grabbed both of her heaving breasts and set up a slow but stead rhythm of almost pulling his iron hard penis out of her dripping hole and then plunging it back into the hilt. He continued fucking her like this for several minutes as she moaned and dizzily moved her head from side to side. The juice from her pussy was flowing so much that it was running down the crack of her ass and pooling on the walnut finish of the table. 

When he reached into her V and began to massage her engorged clit, she explored again.

"OOOOHHHhh... my God what a cock you have... fuck me more... yes... oh yes... harder... shove it up my cunt...AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH... I AM CUMMMMMMMINNNGGGGGG "

She locked her legs behind his head as she began to clawing at his arms and humping back at him, trying to pull him deeper. Dylan continued to hammer her defenseless pussy, quickly bottoming out each time with all nine inches shoved deep up her cunt as she continued to cum all over his prick. By the time he drove her thru a second, and then an even bigger third climax, Cat had stopped screaming and was now just whimpering as sweat poured off Dylan. 

Finally, he pulled out of her battered cunt with a slurp and sat down in the chair behind him. He still had not cum and he needed to badly, but to be honest, fucking Cat was like riding a bucking bronco. She was wild and he was a little tired out, also he was drench in sweat. He was still in his clothes. He had never taken them off.

As he sat in the chair catching his second wind, he looked at Cat spread out before him on the table. Her eyes closed and her auburn hair lying every which way. Her twin mountains with their pink tips rising and falling with labored breathing. Her legs completely open with one knee up and the other leg drape over the side of the table. Her wide open pussy looked at him eye level, and he saw the huge pool of her cunt juice smeared all over the table top. And just below her wide open pussy, her tiny brown asshole winked at him all wet from the runoff of their love making. 

Dylan knew now where he was going to finish his ride, but she always took a little loosing up. He remembered the first time they had fucked in the lighting truck, and then he had put it up her ass. She was worried at first, but she took him to the hilt like a pro. Screaming at the top of her lungs as the 2nd AD came into the truck looking for her while Dylan had both hands on her exposed tits and was pumping the last of his seed deep into her bowels. God, what a ride that had been!

The memory of that first encounter turned Dylan on, so he stood up and began to remove his sweat drenched clothes. Cat watched thru half-closed eyes as Dylan undressed. God, he was beautiful. Well defined chest, cut arms, six-pack abs, tight ass cheeks, rock solid thighs and that superfine cock that got her off every time. 

Dylan went to the table and easily picked Cat up and they started out of the room.

"'Where are you taking me?"

"You have had your fun, now it is my turn."

"What are you going to do?"

"Just like the first time, baby." 

"Oh, my God!"

By this time, Dylan had carried Cat into the living room where her couch faced a large picture window that looked out on the street. There was some cover but you could definitely see into the room. He placed her so she was draped over the back of the couch facing the window with her legs spread and her ass tilted up.

Dylan slowly slid his cock between her ass cheeks and into the warm folds of her tight cunt. He watched in wonder as the entire length of his powerful rod slowly moved in and out of her juicy pussy. She began to rotate her perfect ass cheeks to get more of his cock inside her. 


One For The Road



"Goddamn it, Dylan, you know how to fuck a woman!" Cat moaned. 

He began to pick up the pace just a little, each time driving his dick a little faster and a little deeper. For his efforts he got a steady moan of pleasure from Cat. Her tight little asshole was winking at him, so he slipped a finger around to her cunt and coated it with her gushing pussy juice. He slowly twisted his finger into her tight asshole. Cat moaned immediately and began to push against his finger. 

"Oh, Jesus that feels good ... keep it up baby ... oh fuck me you stud"

Dylan began to drive the full length up her cunt in long powerful strokes. Cat was beginning to approach another orgasm and was begging for more and more. It was at this moment that he slipped a second finger up her ass, and that sent her over the top. 

Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh... GOD harder... AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH..."

She was screaming at the top of her lungs as he slammed the length of his cock repeatedly up her cunt. Cat rotated her ass back on Dylan's fingers while continuing to throw her cunt onto his cock. Dylan knew the time to start his anal adventure was now.

"I am going to shove my cock up your ass, baby and cum inside of you," Dylan whispered in Cat's ear as he bit the back of her neck. 

She shivered as he pulled his cock out of her juicy cunt and moved the head against her moist puckered ring, and slowly pressed. The head strained to pop through and she let out a little groan of pain. But slowly the pressure from his iron hard dick forced the little ring to open like a flower and suddenly the large mushroom head slipped past the ring and into her ass. Cat let out a groan as her rear passage was stretched to accommodate Dylan's ample girth. 

He felt her ass tighten around him. He continued to slowly stroke in and out of her tight ass until all nine inches were tightly packed up her ass. Cat was moaning and her whole body was shaking from the strain, and what she knew was coming. Dylan thought to himself, "Now for the fun part." He began to slowly fuck her, but soon the pace picked as he penetrated her with long hard strokes that use the entire length of his great cock. Cat was going nuts. She loved the feel of his cock as it pulled out, then came crashing back in and his big heavy balls bounced off her clit. Cat was beginning to thrash about uncontrollably, gasping with pleasure, and when he reached underneath her to stroke her clit, Cat exploded with her 6th orgasm of the day. 

Dylan continued to hammer her ass with long strokes. Suddenly he felt that familiar tension in his balls and knew he was close. He began to piston his raging cock harder into her searing ass in searching for his release, which only increased the intensity of her orgasm. She was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the slipcover of the couch, begging him to finish. 

Dylan pulled his powerful tool out until just the head was in her ass and he paused. He looked up and out the front window. It was a perfect day in Los Angeles, bright and sunny. He saw the postman walk by and a car pull into a driveway across the street. It was 10:45 in the morning and he was on top of the world. He was standing naked in the living room of a famous TV director with his giant dick stuffed up in the ass of his beautiful wife. A woman who could not get enough of him. He felt like a God. He looked like a God. Powerful, dominant, and overwhelming in his force and sexuality as he towered above Cat like some untamed stallion while she lay before him on the coach. With that final thought Dylan reached under Cat and grabbed her two beautiful swinging tits and slammed once more full force into Cat's ass. He did that three more times and then let out a loud roar has he began to empty his seed deep into her bowels. He couldn't believe how much cum was leaving his dick as he continued to hammer into her ass.

When he was finished, he pulled out of her ass and Cat slumped on the couch utterly spent. He felt like he could run the Boston Marathon. He went down the hall to the bathroom and took a quick shower. After drying off, he walked into the dining room and put his clothes back on. He looked at the table, and the pool of love juice was still on the table. He thought of wiping it off, but on some primitive level, he liked the idea that her husband would find it and not know what it was.

He walked into the living room to find Cat asleep on the couch with her pussy completely exposed, and his cum dripping out of her ass and onto the sofa. It was a very stimulating site. He carefully picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom and gently tucked her in. As he started to leave, she opened her eyes and looked at him. 

"Are you ever going to call me?"

"I promise as soon as I get back, I'll take you out for the best dinner you ever had. Husband or no husband."

Cat stretched seductively and asked coyly, "Where are you going so soon?"

"I am on vacation, baby. I have to be on the road."

Dylan leaned over and kissed her deeply. Then he walked to the door and blew her a kiss and headed down the hall and out the front door. He had just gotten one for the road!



One for the Road



There was such a deep and bitter irony about being judged on morals by Donald fucking Trump that it made everything seem completely surreal. Sure, maybe she'd thrown her legs up in the air a few too many times and she probably should've waited a few months to see if coke really was better in the city than in Kentucky, but in spite of how exciting being Miss USA was made to sound, being the prized cow was pretty tedious.

It would be all right, she thought to herself as she slammed her palm against the button in the elevator to take her to her shared room the final time. Vanessa Williams had a career and she couldn't remember the last Miss USA to really break through and make something of themselves. This was, perhaps, more due to her mood than reality, but it didn't matter. It was comforting. 

She could ride the talk show circuit. Maybe give her life to Christ or something equally as banal. If that didn't work, there was always Playboy. They'd probably be drooling for her after she was born again. Then Maxim, maybe. If that dried up... maybe she could go back to the Christians again. They were saps like that. 

When she walked through the door, she saw Katie watching the news, her face still pink and eyes red from crying. Sometimes when Katie looked at her, it was like looking in a mirror in that generic way that most pageant girls looked about the same. They'd kissed a few times, mostly in drunken jubilance, enjoying the frivolity of the party atmosphere and to see what the guys around them would do. It had never been serious, at least not to Tara. 

Now that she saw how all of this was affecting Katie, she felt a little guilty. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy kissing her. It was soft. Softer than men tended to kiss, but maybe that was just because her lips were bigger, plusher, softer than any man she'd dated. Tara didn't miss the lack of facial hair scraping her face, providing fresh make-up challenges the next day. Scruff looked a lot sexier than it ever felt. 

"I'm so sorry, Tara," said Katie. She stood and flung her arms around Tara as she sobbed again, murmuring apologies and how thankful she was that she hadn't been ratted out. 

It wasn't altruism. It wasn't even that she was particularly protective of Katie. They were only two years apart, and Tara didn't think she needed any protection. It just wouldn't have done any good to tattle and might have even made things a little worse. As it was, Tara sounded like she'd corrupted Katie. That wasn't true. Both of them had gone out together, drank together, made-out when it amused them. Maybe Katie was just less likely to drop her panties, and she drew the line at cocaine and that was just enough to keep her out of the line of fire.

"It's all right, dolly," said Tara in her soft southern drawl. She released the hug to cup her face and brush away her tears. "You've just gotta keep it clean from now on, all right? Watch out for yourself."

The way that Katie was looking at her was odd. There was a softness to her eyes even as her brows furrowed with worry. But she wasn't looking at Tara's eyes, but rather her lips. Tara had seen this look before, although usually they were both fuzzy with drinking. At least Tara thought they'd both been buzzed. 

She released Katie's face only to find it mashed against her own. Her face was wet but her kneading lips were tender and pliant. Her tongue was slick, warm and needy as it pulled Tara's tongue into her mouth and sucked it greedily. 

Katie was pulling at Tara's short skirt, driving the hem up over her hips. Tara broke the kiss, about to question it when she felt Katie's long nails scraping over the lacy front of her La Perlas. The sensation took Tara's breath away, partly because it was so unexpected but also because the scrape of nails through the fabric was new and erotic.

One thing she always loved that most of the men in the Manhattan club scene failed to take time with was foreplay. Tara licked her lips, mentally weighing whether she should allow this or not. That point was quickly moot when Katie became more aggressive, pressing her fingers against the front of her panties in slow circles. It massaged her clit against her folds of skin making Tara's head fall back as she once again groped for breath. 

"Katie..." Tara whispered, sliding her hands up Katie's arms to her shoulders, as much for balance as to suggestively push her down. 

That was all it took. Katie was quickly on the floor in front of her, breathing balmily over Tara's white lacy panties, kissing her through them and pulling them back with her lips. Tara's head fell forward; her highlighted hair cascaded on either side of her face as she looked down into those bright blue eyes and perfectly sculpted brows raised in want of approval. 

Had she been so drunk and high that she'd missed what Katie had wanted all along? Was this the real reason that she'd come out with her all of those nights, watching her fucking all of those guys? They'd only really kissed when they were out on the dance floor, rubbing together, being flirty. She'd missed the intent and probably missed out on more than just her crown.

Katie was careful with her nails as she slipped her fingers under the elastic string on Tara's panties, slipping them lightly against her skin so that they traced delicately along her perfectly bronzed thighs as she pulled them down. Tara was bare, finding that it made the skin around her cunt more sensitive and it was easier to wear whatever bikinis or panties without any embarrassing hair problems. 

Tara panted as Katie's muggy breath blew over her. She was wet with anticipation, feeling the moisture building and gathering in anticipation. Slipping her leg over Katie's shoulder, she smelled the light scent of her arousal. When Katie carefully parted her folds with her fingers, she felt the chilly air hit her cunt and shivered with the thrill of being so completely exposed.

For a moment, Katie just stared eagerly at it, as if memorizing each ripple of pink skin, glossy and throbbing with need. It was all Tara could do not to force her head into it, not to just make her do it. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long before Katie's lips parted and her tongue slid out over her bottom lip and she leaned forward. 

Her mouth covered Tara's cunt, leaving Katie just a top lip and hooded eyes below the ruffle of lavender skirt and matching blouse rumbled over Tara's body. She attacked Tara's cunt fervently. Her tongue snaked everywhere, writhing over the slick skin, prodding inside of her and then up to stroke Tara's clit. She mouthed it aggressively, even using her chin and nose to tease Tara anywhere she could touch. 

It made it impossible for Tara to stand. Her knees buckled and she whirled around until she could flop down on the couch. Katie's mouth was a mess of spittle and Tara's wetness. She licked her lips and looked thoughtfully towards her room. 

"Get undressed," said Katie. She hopped up and ran to her room while Tara obediently unzipped her skirt and shook it off of her hips and unbuttoned her shirt. 

By the time Katie came back out, Tara was unhitching her white lace bra. She shook it off over her shoulders and her lips parted in surprise at the two vibrators in Katie's hands.

Katie had tucked her hair back into a ponytail and had returned from her room. She'd removed her clothing and had gone on her knees in front of the couch. She set the vibrators on the coffee table behind her. 

"Katie..." said Tara, suddenly nervous about doing this. She'd played with girls before-- making out in the bathrooms, letting them finger her, but she'd never been quite like this.

"Shh," Katie said. "I know you're going. I just... want to." 

Before Tara could object again, Katie was sliding her hands up Tara's thighs, spreading her out again and coaxing her to set her ass on the edge of the couch. This wasn't Tara's best angle, but once Katie's mouth was on her again, she ceased to care. 

With her feet on the carpet, she thrust against Katie's mouth shamelessly. She heard the buzz of a vibrator and opened her eyes when it was muffled. What she could see of Katie's cheeks between her thighs blushed and Tara smiled knowingly that Katie was just seeing to herself. She was a little relieved with that. 

Katie's mouth was wrapped around her clit, her tongue batting at it mercilessly as Tara writhed under her. It was almost too much sensation, and just when Tara was about to protest, Katie would pull back, sucking it lightly, swirling her tongue lovingly. When she heard the buzzing again, Tara opened her legs wider. Maybe it was just that she was so used to straight sex, but she really needed to be filled to come.

Vibrators had never really done much for her in the past, but maybe she just didn't know how to use them. Katie definitely knew how to wield it. First, she circled her opening, teasing and massaging the sensitive skin, coaxing it to almost relax. Then, she slowly inserted it, fucking her in shallow strokes a few times before she tilted it. It brushed against something that felt good, although it was hard for Tara to explain how it was different.

The more the vibrator rubbed against it, though, the better it felt. She clenched her thighs around Katie's head, drawing her face in harder to suckle her clit as she became more and more demanding for the vibrator to hit her in that spot. She moved her thighs to compensate for some of Katie's erratic movements and Tara could hear the moans and groans coming from Katie, knowing that she was getting off on this.

The sounds vibrated around her clit and Tara felt sudden suspended, as if her entire body was floating on a bright bubble of ecstasy, her body stretched out and flexing, still moving against the vibration in shallow dips as she dragged her orgasm out. Her eyes squeezed shut and she felt the chill on her body as the sweat cooled in the hotel air. 

She was squeezing the cushions when she finally gasped, crying out in shaking breaths as her body quivered and cunt clamped down as she gave over to her orgasm completely. It ebbed out of her in long waves, coming in pulsing sensations of pure adrenaline until her body gave out and she was left feeling spent and wet with the vibrator over stimulating her until she whined in protest.

Katie turned it off and pulled away from her cunt, wiping her mouth off against Tara's thighs. She didn't say another word as she pulled the vibrator out of her own cunt. Tara watched it slide out of her along with a sticky string that shimmered before it broke. 

As much as Tara really wanted to have a nap, she knew she had to pack up and leave. Actually, she'd already packed up most everything in anticipation of losing her crown. But as she finished packing her toiletries and changed into something clean and not smelling of sex, she realized what she was leaving behind was much more important than that. 

"We'll keep in contact, right?" asked Tara. She smiled and hugged Katie warmly, but found that Katie was stiff and avoided her eyes.

"Yeah, of course," she said. Katie pulled away from the hug and flipped her hair back. 

"Well. It was um... great then," said Tara, not sure what else to say. "They'll come up for the rest of it." She pulled the handle on her rolling bag and reached for the knob. "I'll write."

Katie nodded and kept her eyes to the floor.

Tara wasn't sure what to say or what the avoidance meant. She thought about giving her another reassuring hug, but she wasn't sure that was what she wanted. So she turned the knob and headed out. Maybe Katie didn't believe her. She hadn't given her any real reason to up until now. Tara wasn't sure what all of this meant, but she would write and maybe they could sort it out together. 



One for the Road



Amanda and I had been fucking each other for three years. We were both professionals for a consulting firm in Indianapolis, and were both driven individuals. Neither of us had time for a relationship.

She was blonde, blue-eyed and forty-something, but with the body of a much younger woman. Her B-cups were pert, with thick nipples and areolae I could suck on all night. She was slender with just a touch of hippiness, which made it divine when I fucked her from behind. She was gorgeous.

The first time we fucked had been on a business trip to Chicago. After spending the day at the client site, we went out for dinner and drinks. Both of us had just enough booze to throw all thoughts of propriety out the window. It started with a friendly kiss, and ended in her hotel room, her on top of me riding my cock like an expert. Since then we have been regular lovers, meeting at a hotel every few weeks.

Unfortunately, a job offer came my way that I couldn't turn down. I was stoked about the job, but was bummed that I wouldn't get to fuck Amanda any more. I broke the news to her as soon as I had made my decision. She sighed wistfully, and then smiled.

"Well...we'll just have to make our last night special then."

"Totally," I agreed.

"Meet me at the usual place the night before you leave," she said, "and prepare for something...new."

I was rock hard in an instant. I had often wondered how freaky she could be if given the chance. Lord knew I had a few things I wanted to try.

"I will," I said, whispering seductively in her ear. "You prepare, too. This'll be a night to remember."

When the night came, I went to our regular hotel. When Amanda opened the door to the room, every thought I had left as the blood rushed to my cock. She was standing in a black leather bustier, to tight her tits were almost bursting out. She had on black leather opera gloves, thigh-high leather boots, and black silk crotchless panties.

"I've been waiting for you," she purred. "I had to play with myself a little. I hope you don't mind. It's made me...juicy."

Indeed she had. I could smell the must from her pussy just standing there.

"Then I won't make you wait any longer," I said, and came into the room. I dropped my bags beside the bed and grabbed her by the waist, soul-kissing her as I pulled her close. Her lips and tongue felt electric and tasted almost sweet. I realized that she had applied peppermint oil on her lips like a gloss.

Noticing my reaction, she smiled and pushed me back. "Strip," she said. "Slowly. Let me see you a piece at a time."

My cock was throbbing now. All of our previous nights had been quick and dirty. This was slow and sensual. I couldn't wait to have her, but I wanted this to last all night. 

I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, giving her enticing peeks at my chest and belly. As I opened it, she leaned forward and placed two peppermint electric kisses on my nipples. I sucked in my breath in a hiss. The current shot straight to my cock and I bucked forward unconsciously.

"Nah-ah," she chided. "Not until I see the rest of you."

My boots came of next, socks included. She bent down and had me raise each foot so that she could suck on my toes. I'd never been a foot man, but the feel of her soft tongue sliding over each toe, coupled with the electric buzz of her lips made me weak at the knees. I was struggling not to rip the rest of my clothes off.

I slowly lowered my pants, showing her the black silk boxers I had worn just for her. She smiled and kissed the backs of my knees and inside each thigh. Her head came up and her lips gently touched my cock through the fabric. I groaned as she gently blew through the silk onto my cock.

"Now the rest," she whispered.

My whole body was alive and quivering and I lowered the last stitch of clothing and stood naked before her. My cock was standing straight up, all eight inches throbbing. I was so hard the head was engorged to the size of a shot glass. Amanda took my rod in one gloved hand and gently began stroking me.

"Do you like that?" she purred. "Do you like the way that feels?" "She stroked me, alternating between soft, gentle strokes and rough, faster strokes. I could feel and orgasm building in my belly.

"Do you want me to kiss it?" she asked, a wicked smile on her face. "Do you want my lips on your big throbbing, cock?

"Uh-huh," was all I could muster.

Her head tilted forward slowly, her hand still stroking me. I could feel her hot breath on my straining flesh. My hips were moving in time with her hands, trying desperately to slide into her mouth for the final release.

"Lie on the bed," she commanded. I hesitated, but she stood up and gently, but firmly, pushed me down.

As I laid there, my cock standing tall, she covered my body with hers, pressing her tits into my face. She pulled one out and stuck the nipple in my mouth. I sucked it in like a starving man, loving the way its hardness felt on my tongue.

As I sucked her tit, I had the unmistakable sound of Velcro. Before I knew what was happening, my arms were bound at the wrists, spread wide above my head. She moved off of me quickly and pulled two more straps from the bottom of the bed, binding my ankles. She had prepared before my arrival, cleverly hiding the straps beneath the bed. I was now spread eagle, completely helpless to her intentions.

"Now," she said. "What shall I do with you?" She tapped a finger against her lips for a moment, and then she smiled. "I know!" she said. From the drawer of the bedside table, she pulled a silk scarf. My heart, already beating fast, quickened.

She gently tied the scarf around my eyes, making sure it wasn't too tight. Then I felt her breath on my ear.

"I'm going to lick you, suck you, and fuck you," she said. "And I'm not going to let you come until I'm ready for you."

I moaned as her soft tongue flicked across my earlobe. The next thing I felt was her electric mouth exploring every inch of me. The peppermint oil was still intense and it felt as if she were dragging a live wire on my flesh. She covered every inch of my chest, down my legs, around my hips, and came close to, but not touching, my throbbing cock. I was ready to explode. She gripped the base of my shaft with one hand and squeezed. It was delicious. My urgent need slackened some, but I was still throbbing.

I gasped as, with her fingers still around my cock, she slowly lowered her hot, steaming pussy onto my shaft. My hips bucked, and she tightened her hand again.

"Not yet," she crooned. "Not till I'm done." "She slid slowly up and down my rod, moaning and telling me how good my cock felt in her. Every time I got close, she stopped and gripped my shaft until I recovered.

I don't know how long she rode me, but I began to feel her quiver. Her pussy began to twitch. Her hips became more insistent as they began to rock. With a shout her body tensed, and I felt her pussy spray around my cock, soaking me. She gripped me hard as she came so that I had to ride through it. 

She pulled herself off, her hand still on my cock. I was almost whimpering. I needed to come. "Now," she said, huskily, "for something new."

I didn't have time to think. Her hand was still tight around the base of my cock as her warm mouth descended on me. The peppermint oil made the shaft tingle deliciously as her expert tongue wrapped around it.

Her other hand fondled my balls for a minute. Then, with a brief pause, I felt the lubricated leather of her index finger slide into my ass. She moved it around, teasing and then began to stroke my prostate, milking it. I was already bucking and moaning. 

With one last stroke, she slid her lips down to the base of my cock, releasing her hand so that she could get all the way down. She bit me with her even teeth and pressed on my prostate one last time. When she let her teeth loose, I felt the orgasm explode in me.

I screamed as load after load of cum shot into Amanda's pert mouth. I could feel her throat working as she swallowed each drop, her finger still pressing on my prostate. As I emptied myself, my cock oversensitive, she hummed. I writhed against my bonds, unable to move her away as she continued to hum around my sensitive cock. 

I screamed. I shouted. I cussed. I came again, my entire body bucking, forcing my cock deeper into her throat. After a moment, she stopped, slowly sliding her lips off of me, I was spent.

"So, babe," she said, smacking her lips. "What do you want to do next?"

"Let me loose," I said, panting. "I've got a thing or two to show you."

She unstrapped me and I got off the bed. The place where my crotch had been was soaking wet. Amanda sat in front of me, smiling impishly. I leaned forward and kissed her, tasting both of our cum on her tongue.

"Get on your hands and knees," I said.

She smiled again and complied. When she was ready, she looked back at me, wriggling her ass. I could see her pussy still gleaming with her juices through the crotchless panties.

"What are you going to do to me?" "This," I said, and took her pussy into my mouth. She moaned dropping her head down as I lapped her folds. Her pussy was usually sweet, but tonight it was especially good, her spray spicing her flavor. I gave her several minutes of a good licking, and then I pulled back and began working her panties slowly down her ass. As I did, I retrieved a twelve inch dildo out of my bag that was as thick as my wrist. 

When her panties were about mid-thigh, I leaned forward and began to tongue her luscious ass. Her satisfied moan turned into a scream of pleasure as I began working that silicon cock into her cunt. As it stretched her, I would slide down and lick her lips, stretched wider and wider by the dildo.

I felt a little resistance about eight inches in and I knew I had reached her cervix. With a little more pressure, the head moved into her womb. Amanda was panting now, a stream of curse words hissing from her mouth. She moved her ass against my tongue and pushed back to take in more of the dildo.

When I finally pressed the silicon balls against her cunt lips, I could feel her quivering. Her ass was slick with my saliva, and her pussy was twitching around the dildo. I began tracing a finger around her clit while I worked, slowly moving the dildo in a small strokes.

Amanda didn't last long. With a grunt, her pussy sprayed around the dildo, soaking my hand. Her knees almost gave way, but I kept her up.

"God damn," she moaned. "That was incredible."

"It's not over yet," I said. With a swift movement, I had lined up behind her. Clenching the dildo still embedded in her between my thighs, I slid all eight inches of my cock into her ass. She cried out in surprised pleasure as I pressed both cocks into her.

"Ever been fucked into a coma?" I asked. "Because you're about to be."

Then I let myself go. I pounded her ass as hard as I could, thrusting my rod deep into her body, while my thighs slammed the twelve inch dildo in and out of her. One of my hands was holding onto the leather bustier the other had taken a hold of her long, blonde hair and was pulling her onto my cock. She was screaming, crying, shouting, cussing, and growling as I pummeled her.

"Oh fuck! That's it! Oh, Jesus, fuck me! Oh, fuck me hard! Son-of-a-fucking-whore-skank-bitch-mother-fucker-shit! I'm going to fucking explode!"

I felt her ass tighten around my cock, and she slammed back into me, driving my cock deep into her and the dildo all the way into her belly. I could feel her spray again, but I didn't stop. She had shown no mercy to me, and I was going to return the favor. I pounded her harder, pulling her so that she arched her back. I could reach around now, and felt her tits as they shook with each thrust. I squeezed her nipples and she cried out again, giving my thighs another soaking. "I want your cum," she begged. "Shoot it in me! I want it in my ass! Oh, Jesus! Fucking come in me!"

I felt my stomach go tight, her screams pushing me closer.

"You want it?"

"Yes!"

"You want my cum?"

"God, yes!"

"Want it up your ass?"

"Fucking give it to me!"

My cock exploded and I pulled her hard onto me, buried in her to the balls. She cried out again when the first hot spurt of jizz blasted deep in her ass. I kept coming, filling her up, by cock twitching and spasming, loads of my semen ejecting out of me. 

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Amanda was saying. I couldn't move. We just stayed like that, me pulling her onto my cock by her hair, my hand on her tits, ball deep in her twitching ass and a twelve inch silicon cock buried in her pussy.

Slowly, we moved forward, lying down. She on her belly, me on top with my softening cock still in her ass. The silicon cock slid out of her a bit, but remained in her pussy. I kissed her ear and she moaned.

"Oh my fucking God," she whispered. "Why did we wait so long to do this?"

"I dunno," I confessed. "But let's not waste it."

We lay for a while longer, and then we got up. I slowly undressed her until she was as naked as I was. Both of us still dripping, we walked onto the balcony. In the open air, we fucked and held each other until the sun rose. Neither of us wanted the night to end.

My plane was leaving at noon, so I couldn't stay. We showered together, giving each other teasing rub downs, until we were both so turned on we fucked once more, the water soaking our bodies.

We had breakfast together, talking about the night, the good old days, and how we would try to see each other again, although neither of us said it with any conviction. Then I left.

That wonderful night was two years ago. Now I've got a steady woman, but she is nothing like Amanda. I keep hoping our paths will cross again, and I sometimes find myself reliving that final night together.

If we do meet again, I still have the dildo. And...some more tools in my kit. Another night trying to top the last would be a perfect venue to test them out.



One for the Road



I work for a national hardware chain. During the recent economic downturn I had to accept a transfer to a small interstate branch. My wife and I have no children and our relationship was in the doldrums so it was easy for her to decide to stay in Sydney. We agreed to a trial separation for six months, at the end of which she could buy out my share of the house.

I packed the car early on a Friday morning, aiming to be in a motel at Gundagai by dinner time. After that I had no definite itinerary; my new home was only 600km further to the south west. It was a long weekend so I didn't have to report to work until Tuesday morning.

About ten thirty I had all the essentials loaded into the car. I went back into our bedroom and sat on the bed. I ran through my mental checklist one more time. It had been many weeks since my wife and I had screwed. Being a faithful husband I had gotten into the habit of pleasuring myself so I decided to leave a farewell stain on the precious bedspread. I stretched out on the bed as I unzipped my shorts. I started rubbing my penis through my underwear. I felt that familiar lump as my cock started to grow.

As usual my wife was at work so I was very surprised to hear the front door open and close. I looked out the window and saw only my own car. I sat on the edge of the bed, listening. After a few moments I heard the sound of footsteps on the kitchen tiles. I reached for the large torch I kept under the bed and stood up.

As I crept out of the bedroom I heard the rear screen door slide open. I paused before walking into the hall. I could hear the sound of familiar voices across the patio. I replied and dropped the torch. I quickly walked through the house and greeted our neighbours, Bill and Sally, walking back into the kitchen.

I reached into the refrigerator and took out two beers. I placed them on the breakfast bar. Bill grabbed his beer and sat at the kitchen table. His wife sat on a stool at the bar. They asked me if I was going to have one. I replied in the negative due to my imminent departure. I grabbed a soda water and sat on a stool next to Sally. I leaned back and thought of all the beers we had shared. The three of us had created some legendary hangovers in this kitchen.

Over the years my wife and I had gotten to know Bill and Sally quite well. They were regulars at our pool parties and had watched most of the major sports telecasts with us. My wife is a non-drinker so whenever we started getting loud she left us to it, knowing that she could trust me not to make a fool of myself. They were a devoted couple and good friends so I never thought of them in a sexual way.

I leaned back and watched Bill. He was a decade older than me, heavier but slightly shorter. He kicked off his shoes as he opened his can. He was wearing a white t-shirt that made his arms seem more muscular than usual.

We talked about the good old days. They told me how much they would miss my companionship. I told them that I would keep in touch, but I knew I wouldn't. They were on their third beers when Sally started to reminisce about the summer pool parties. I mentioned how much I liked the bikinis that she used to wear. 

Bill startled me when he said that he had wanted us to skinny dip. He told me that he wondered what my wife looked like under her one piece. I confessed that I had often thought about hosting clothing free parties but knew my wife would have vetoed them. 

Sally then asked me if I would still like to see her in a bikini. I nodded enthusiastically as I handed them more beer. She surprised me by taking a large swig, standing up and unbuttoning her shorts. She was wearing a long, loose fitting shirt that was soon piled on top of her shorts on the kitchen bench. She shook her head and stood in front of Bill. She put her hands on her hips and slightly spread her legs.

I leaned forward on my stool. 

Her large breasts were a bit saggier now but they were soft and golden. Her bikini top consisted of small triangles that barely covered her large nipples. Flesh peeked out under the string that strained with the weight of her boobs. The string that ran around the back of her neck almost cut into her shoulders.

Another triangle of material covered her womanhood. Blonde pubic hairs poked out from all three sides of the material. I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin material. She slowly turned around to show me her beautiful soft derriere and the thin strip of bikini that disappeared into her butt crack before emerging to join the thin string that ran around her slim waist.

Sally had put on a few pounds over the years but they were all in the right place. She turned around to face me as Bill whispered that he was about to make his dream come true. He reached up and undid the knot that held the bikini top in place. He stood up and lifted it over her head. I was amazed; her nipples were enormous, all red and swollen. There were tiny blonde hairs on the edge of her areola. She cupped her breasts with her hands. She seemed to be weighing them rather than offering them to me.

I felt my cock start to harden. I had forgotten to do up my fly when I left the bedroom so my underwear was poking through my shorts. My face flushed from a mixture of embarrassment, confusion and horniness. I reddened more when I realised that both Bill and Sally were looking at my crotch.

Bill took another sip of beer and put his hands on her hips. He grasped the sides of her bikini bottom and gradually lowered it. Sally stepped closer to me and she was naked. I admired her blonde bush and the pink slit that was just visible. Bill was now standing close behind her. He rested one hand on her hip and the other was grasping the back of her neck.

Bill slowly moved his hand from her hip to her pubic hair. He lightly ran his index finger along the edge of her pussy lips. She spread her legs a little bit more as he delved into her slit. She leaned forward slightly to open herself for him. I could see her vagina moistening. She placed one of her hands on top of his. Soon her own fingers were working inside of her, joining his fingers as they pushed in and out of her orifice.

Sally's other hand was gradually massaging her left breast. She pinched the nipple. She half closed her eyes and her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth. Bill tightened his grip on her neck. I shifted forward on the stool. My cock was straining against my underpants.

Bill started biting the back of her neck. He reached down and unzipped his shorts before getting closer to her. I assumed his cock was touching the soft flesh of her arse. Sally gradually leaned forward. Her face was nearly in my lap when Bill grunted. He thrust forward with his hips. Sally nearly lost her balance so she grabbed my knees with her hands. Her face was inches from cock which was still trapped in my underwear.

"That cock feels great in my pussy," Sally whispered as she pulled my underwear down "and I want yours in my mouth."

She moved my underpants to allow my penis to stand proudly erect through my open fly. I touched Sally's hair as the tip of her tongue flicked across the top of my cock. Bill stopped thrusting, craning around his wife's sweaty body. He reached under her and started fondling her tits. Gradually her lips met my purple knob and her mouth slid down the eight inches of hard penis. She slowly raised her mouth along the length of it. She paused for a moment then started to slide her mouth down again.

I felt her tongue working on the bottom of my shaft. She sucked hard as warm saliva swirled in her mouth. I felt the tip of my cock press against the back of her throat but she just kept sucking. Her hands found my balls and I was ready to blow. I grabbed the back of her head as I jerked forward and my hot semen filled her mouth. She sucked even harder and I felt every last drop leave the eye of my cock and squirt down her throat. I groaned and fell back against the breakfast bar. 

Bill kept his hands on her breasts as he resumed fucking her. The look on her face told me that she loved it as he pounded into her. He was roughly groping those boobs, pinching the red nipples until she squealed. He groaned loudly as he pushed deep into her. He stopped moving and I imagined his cum flooding her vagina.

After a few moments they separated. His cock had softened and he put it back in his shorts before I could catch a glimpse of it. Sally turned and sat on the breakfast bar. I could see their body fluids oozing out of her. I laughed, knowing that my wife would be eating dinner at that spot tonight.

Bill leaned across a barstool and spread Sally's legs. I got a good view of her pussy as he went down on her. My cock was no longer erect but I left it dangling through my open shorts. 

Sally leaned back and I grabbed a handful of tit. She was moaning and bucking as Bill worked his magic on her wet cunt. He kept her on the verge of orgasm for some minutes. I started licking her nipple and this made my cock hard again.

Bill reached over and started stroking my erection. I kept sucking on Sally's nipple as he delved deep into her gaping hole with his tongue. She finally let out a shrill cry as she came, clamping her legs around his face.

Bill worked his hands down to my balls then suddenly wrapped his mouth around my erection. He stroked the bottom of my shaft as he sucked greedily on my knob. After about two minutes of watching his bald spot I shot my second load of cum down his throat. He swallowed every drop then wiped his mouth with a dramatic flourish.

Sally started to dress as I sat there, lost for words. 

Bill shook my hand and wished me a safe trip. I walked them to the door and Sally gave me a big wet kiss as her parting gesture. I closed the door behind them and walked to the garage. 

The only lump in my shorts was the car key.



One For the Road Ch. 01



Here's my second story for Literotica. It has been mentioned that some people don't like my stories feeling they are too wordy - this tale will most likely disturb them as well. I understand that my writing style isn't for everyone but that's ok, because the main critic I need to appease is the one in my head and he's pretty satisfied. 

I've also been called to task for my prologues before each chapter. This is a brief opportunity to let the reader know anything that might or might not be pertinent. And again, I like it - so it stays. J 

This tale is will be a number of chapters long (maybe 5 or 6? Layout is done, but the actual "breaks" are still up in the air) at which time even I am not sure as I am still writing it. I think I have enough of a buffer between here and where I am now that there should be no more than a two or three day gap between chapters. It will go on until it is over and the story of the protagonist is finished. 

I am sure that many of us know or knew people like those depicted here - I sure did. And let me just get it out now, as a person at the start of this tale, I don't like Jimmy much. But people do change when the fecal matter hits the oscillation device. 

A reminder, this is only a story. Like a great writer once said: Write what you know. So that's what this is, me writing what I know. 

There will be no John McClane or ninja attacks or gimp masks or frilly aprons. This is as close to reality as I could get it and still tell the story. 

Enjoy! -V 

***** 

As the cold beer slid under the collar of my shirt and down the hollow sides of my spine the only thing that I could think was, 'What a fucking waste of a good Sam Adams.' 

I shoved myself back off the bar stool, leading the way with my right elbow. It hit deeply into the fucker's gut, the fat bastard hunched over and retched across my shoulder. His vomit hit the side of the bar, just missing the soles of my Doc Martens. "Fucking prick," I snarled, grabbing him by his heaving side and shoving him to my left. 

The crumpling noise as he tipped into the nearby table was deafening, followed by the tinkling crash of spilled bottles hitting the floor. I balled up my right fist and strode towards the panting fucker. 

"Jimmy! Watch it!" 

I ducked, tucking my neck in and rolling my shoulder up. Something slammed into it with a loud CRACK and the butt end of a pool cue broke off, spinning along the floor. "Asshole!" I growled, ignoring the fat ass trying to get off the upended table and rise to his feet, turning to the douchebag with the broken cue. 

He was an ugly sod, greasy hair and sporting one of those moronic neck tattoos. 'Hey dickface,' I mused as I waded forward, 'it looks stupid on Tyson, and fucking stupid on you.' He tried to hit me again, but I was inside his reach. I blocked his wrist and then punched him in the mouth. Fucking idiot must have been smiling, greasy prick split my damned knuckle with his teeth. I hit him again, this time in the throat and that did the trick. Neck-boy slumped to the ground, dropping his busted cue and gasped like a lungfish. 

I turned back to the fucking whale just in time to see my boy, Timmy, grab him by the back of his sweaty shirt and yank him off his feet. From the way he screamed after he hit the ground he probably got a shaft of busted glass in his ass. Fucking faggot. 

"Jimmy Fucking Skelly!" Roared the ugly cuss from behind the bar. "You dumb shit! Get out! Get out of my damned bar!" 

I pulled my beer soaked shirt away from back, and frowned at the greasy asshole gasping on the floor. I kicked him in his side and he fell over, groaning in obvious pain. "This is a new shirt, you twat!" I spat at him. 

"Jim! Did you fucking hear what I said?! I want you out! Get the fuck out!" 

I looked at Horace, the owner of the Baldwin Billiards, and flipped him off. "Screw you, you fat Greek fucker. I didn't start this shit." 

"I don't care! You're a nasty drunk and I'm tired of you and your shit! Get out!" 

Shrugging, I waved to Timmy and said, "Let's roll." I took a step towards the exit and then shuffled to the right, stepping my size 13's on the greasy asshole's outstretched hand. He yelled in pain, proof that he had gotten his wind back; trying to tug his fingers out from under my boot heels. I ground my foot a little before stepping off, getting him to squeal once more and chuckled, "Horace, I must have stepped in shit here. I'll send you the bill for my shirt and my boots!" 

I laughed loud and boisterously as Tim and I strode from the pub and billiard hall into the crisp fall night-time air. Horace was still yelling as we left but I had already tuned him out. The parking lot was fairly empty, being it was a Wednesday night. I walked towards my pride a joy, a 2010 Inferno Red Dodge Charger. It gleamed under the parking lot lamp, the wheels turned in such a way that I straddled two spots. From our angle I could see along the back window where I had etched in the glass my wife's name "Myra" in frosty looking script. Below it and to the right were "John" and "Joel", my two sons. 

I took out my keys and hit the fob, the Charger unlocking and the modified electric blue lights flashed. I opened the door and rolled down the two front windows, snagging a bottle of Jack Daniels from under the front seat and taking a slug. It scored the edge of my throat as I swallowed it, washing away the taste of the beer I had been drinking so far 

I handed the bottle to Tim who smiled at me before tilting it back. "Man, Jimmy," my buddy slurred as he kept pace with me, "You kicked that fucker's ass." He snorted once as he tried to laugh about it. "What happened? What'd he say to you?" 

"Didn't say anything to me 'cept 'Sorry'." 

"Sorry? For what?" 

I shrugged, "For spilling his damned beer on me." 

Tim stared at me with his bloodshot eyes and then bent over hysterical with laughter. "You mean you beat the shit out of those two for dumping his beer on you?" 

I grinned, "Yeah. Like I said, it's a new shirt." 

We both stood in the parking lot, hanging on to each other's arms and laughing at the situation. Tim had been my best friend since grade school. We had sat next to each other in Mr. Burke's 5th grade class at Seaford Manor and used to shoot spit balls at the nerds and dweebs around us. The two of us spent a lot of time in lunch-room detention which meant that all too often I wouldn't get the chance to play outside at recess which really pissed me off. 

Most of the time it was kickball or some tag races that the monitors would let us do. And man, I dominated in them. Even back then, I was one of the biggest kids in my grade. My size and attitude carried me well through Middle and eventually High School, letting everyone know that there was no pushing around James Skelly. 

I gave Tim a hard glance as he tried to get his laughter under control. He was a few inches shorter than me at 6' or so, and definitely smaller than me too. I heard him bitch that he was over 210 which meant I had to have sixty pounds on him, too. But Tim was a standup guy and we had each other's back no matter what. I could always count on him to give me a hand, pass me a cig, or come out to blow off some steam when we were feeling the need for a drink or two. 

"So where to now?" he asked, leaning against my car and taking out a pack of Camels. He tapped the back of the box to pack the tobacco down and then pulled one free with his lips. He lit it from a cheap Bic and took a deep drag. 

I was going to reach out and take a coffin nail but decided against it as I wasn't in the mood for more drinking. "I gotta head home. It's after 11 and I have to be at the lumber yard at 7." 

"Aww, man. You suck." He took another drag and then glanced over my shoulder, coughing and pointing. "Fuck," he said, stomping his cigarette out and trying to clear his throat. 

I looked and shook my head. "Really?" The fat fucker I had flipped into the table and his greasy haired buddy were storming across the lot towards us; and they had a spindly looking guy that could have been strung out on meth and some unshaven freak with a big assed beard. "Some fuckers just don't get it, Tim." My buddy grunted in reply, sticking his hand through my baby's window and grabbing something from the back seat. When he stood up, he tapped me on the leg with something metal and nodded his head. 

I marched out to meet them, Tim following behind, trying to keep my body in front of his. My hands were loose and I could feel my grin as I stepped up to the fat guy. 

"Hey, Asshole!" The tubby fucker said, trying to keep his gut in and his chest out as if he could intimidate me with his two and a half chins. "You've got a lot of fucking..." 

That's as far as he got before I stepped inside his reach and slammed my forehead forward. I had a close up view of his blood gushing past my vision and splattering across his wide chest; his nose crunching loudly under my head butt. I know he cried out but I was concentrating on the next target, which to me was the meth-head. 

I grabbed the tubby bastard by his neck and lifted him upright, shoving him forward to slam into the gangly freak. His eyes went wide as his whale-friend stumbled backwards into him, the two of them hitting the ground in a tangle of too many arms, legs, and rolls of lard. 

Meanwhile Tim had stepped up to the greasy guy as soon as I moved and poked forward with a 2' length of rebar he took from my Charger. The tattooed idiot gasped as he was hit, holding his chest where he was struck. Tim gave an upward backswing. Impact. Greasy guy fell back, his jaw clacked shut and chin bleeding. 

Meth guy had finally crawled out from under Jabba the Hutt and I figured this would be a good time to score a field goal. But the quivering prick rolled back, twisted my foot with some weird grab and pull, and knocked me down. I rolled over, elbowing the Stay-Pufft asshat in the process and bounced up, fists at the ready. The strung out dude was bouncing on the balls of his feet, one foot back, stance wide. 'Fucking got to be kidding me,' I thought. 'Another douche who knows Karate.' 

I heard Tim was still messing around with the other two, and from the cries over there, he was getting the better of them. Or at least the length of rebar he was using was helping. I concentrated on fuck-a-doodle and tried to close in to bring him to the ground. Fucker hit me in the chest, and again in the cheek. His fists felt like bags of walnuts and sticks. I took the blows and hit back with my own. Meth-head blocked it and then stepped into my punch and somehow or another got his arms around my neck and armpit and bound me up. It was when I felt his leg behind mine that I figured he was going to do some Bruce Lee shit one me. 

No fucking chance. 

As he pushed me back to take me down, I wrapped my hands around his neck and shoved myself further off balance. He tried to let go but I gripped him tight. We hit the ground at the same time, my shoulder and his head - both striking the pavement. Difference was I got back to my feet and Gollum's cousin stayed there. 

I got to my feet and ran to help Tim who was struggling with the biker looking dude, the two of them trading punches like old people trade coupons. I launched myself skyward, using the fat bastard's chest as a spring board, racing over to help my bud. "Hey! Yukon Ted!" I roared, slamming my fist at the side of his face. He fell to the side and tried to hold off Tim and I, but we were a team and were feeling no pain. I know he hit me in the mouth and I was sure Tim was going to sport a shiner, but Yosemite Sam fell to the side and eventually dropped, finished. 

We took a look around. Four down, the two of us still up. "Fuckers," I said, my voice a bit slurred from the shot to my mouth. "Stay down. Come near us again, and we'll really take you to town." I kicked the greasy asshole to finalize my point and then motioned Tim to the Charger. 

We piled in and I flipped on my stereo, blasting AC/DC's "Who Made Who" from the speakers. I cut the wheel hard to the right, stomped the gas, and caused the 368 anxious horses to smoke my tires. I stuck my middle finger out the window as we blew by the Four Horsemen of the Asskickery; my donut causing gravel and other road grit to splatter the area before I straightened the wheel, feathered the gas, and tore out of the parking lot to the sound of Brian Johnson yelling the chorus. 

"Jimmy," Tim said as he wiped his bloody eye clean with a napkin from my console, "You are the fucking man!" 

I grinned, wincing as I felt the tightness in my lips. I ran my tongue over my teeth carefully, feeling none of them loose and no chips. "Nice job on my back, Timmy." 

"Dude, I'll always have your back!" He fumbled around and found his pack of Camels, groaning miserably. "Fuck. That hairy prick punched me in the cigs, man! They're all fucked up!" 

"That's fricking funny, man!" I chuckled, watching him as he poked around the crushed box. "Whoa, Timmy. No smoking in the car. Ever!" 

"Wasn't gonna smoke. Just seeing if I have even one that ain't busted." He must have gotten lucky because he took a wrinkled but still whole cigarette out and tucked it behind his ear, closing the rest of the pack and shoving it into his pocket. "So," he said looking out the side window as we drove towards Sunrise Highway, "You really going home or we gonna hang out some more?" 

I shrugged. "I have to get home. Got work." I turned off of Grand and onto the Highway, the V-8 of my baby giving a throat clearing rumble as we shot through the empty roadway. 

"Pussy." 

I scowled, looking over at him. "What did you say?" 

"Nothing," he said, leaning further back in the seat and watching the street lights flash by overhead. 

"Why don't you give Scott a call. He should be around?" 

"He moved to Patchogue. I ain't going out to Patchogue." 

"Jerry?" 

"He's a loser. Don't go out after 10." 

"Brian? What about Brian? Haven't seen him in a month or two. What's he doing?" 

Tim smirked. "His wife don't let him hang out with me, says I'm a bad influence on him." 

I laughed. "Man, does she have that wrong. Pretty sure it was Brian that had you puking when we were getting a show at the Café Royale." 

"That is the truth!" my pal crowed, rolling his head back across the headrest. "Truth is man, most of our buds don't go out anymore. It's down to you and me." He stuck his fist out and I bumped it back in response. "You're the man, Jimmy." 

As I drove on, I watched my speed knowing that the local Nassau PD loved to catch the poor bastards who drive at night. As the miles passed by I thought about what Tim had said. A lot of the old gang didn't come out anymore. They moved or had some family stuff or whatever and couldn't get it together to go out with their buddies and blow off some steam and tilt back a few cold ones. 

Shit, I had no problem with that. Myra and I had been together since Senior year at Seaford High and married when she came up pregnant a few years later. That was something my dad was big on; he used to always say, "Sometimes you get fucked for the fucking you've been getting." So I scraped together a couple of bucks, grabbed her a nice half carat at the Tri-County Flea Market and we got hitched. 

John was born that next year and we got busy as soon as she healed up. Which meant that she got knocked up almost immediately afterwards with Joel. She was pissed but it does take two to dirty the sheets so we dealt with it. 

I can understand not going out every night; that makes total sense. I love my boys, nothing I wouldn't do for them. I remember being there in the hospital, wearing that stupid papery gown and the mask, holding Myra's hand as she tried to squeeze the blood from my fingers. I rubbed her shoulders and knelt down so I could whisper to her how great she was doing. And then the doc was reaching out and right from my wife's box, fucking amazing to me, my sons were born. Squealing and covered in what looked like creamed corn and god knows what, they came into the world naked and pale and pink. 

Damn it if I didn't make a promise to the God Almighty that I would protect my kids to the end of all things. They needed me and I was not going to let them down. 

I saw the sign for Newbridge Road so I slowed down, took a left, and raced up towards North Bellmore. My CD had changed to "Back in Black" which had Tim and me tapping our feet as we made our way through the cramped neighborhood, eventually stopping in front of a tiny property with a squashed looking two story home in the middle of it. The driveway was a mass of gravel and ruts and it looked like the side gutter was going to fall off the eaves pretty soon. An older Taurus and a Tim's Chevy Malibu with the two flat tires were parked in the street. 

"Tim, you going to get those tires fixed?" I asked as he patted his pockets one last time and opened the door. 

"Soon. I have a paycheck coming on Friday and as long as my mom," he thumbed towards the 2nd floor of the house, "doesn't ride my ass for any money, I should be able to drive then." 

"How you been getting to work?" 

"The old lady lets me take her car." He clambered out and shut the door behind him. "Gotta get my wheels back though; she's down to about half a tank of gas." He reached in through the window and stuck his hand towards mine, shaking it with a firm clasp. "Great night, Jimmy. Give me a call when you want to go out for a drink again." 

"Later, Tim." I pulled back onto the street and drove away, making my way to the Southern State Parkway East, travelling home. I had the window open and the fall breeze was wonderful feeling as it raced through the interior of my baby. She growled as I hit the gas and then let off, her power pushing me back into the driver's seat like a lover's touch. I was feeling good, real good. I took a deep breath, my head clearing as I drove on and thought about getting home to Myra. 

I took the exit for Wantagh Ave south and made my way towards home. It had to be almost midnight when I guided my Charger down my block and stopped just in front of my house. It wasn't much, one story, small property, and the lawn was a mix of brown, green, and covered in leaves. I could see my boys' mini-basketball net along the side of the house which pissed me off because no one dragged it behind the fence. "Fucking thing was expensive. Some fucker could have stolen it." 

I backed into the driveway, leaving plenty of room between my baby and Myra's powder blue Kia Sedona. Her minivan needed a washing soon, there was a deep layer of crud gathered in the windows, and it was obvious to see where my boys had put their hands on the car's body. I got out of the car and closed the door quietly, hitting the fob to lock it and activate the alarm. Walking towards the back of the house, I dragged the backboard around and shut the gate. I had to lift the lock and wiggle it to get the pin to actually latch but at least it wouldn't blow open in the breeze. 

The front door closed without a sound and I flipped off the porch light. Taking a look around the TV room I could see that my boys must have been playing with crayons after dinner from the number of pictures on the couch. I looked at a couple of them and grinned. John, at 5, had gotten pretty good and the stick figures showed him playing outside with his brother and me while Myra was waving from the window. Joel who was almost 4 was still trying but he never failed to scribble something. I picked up three of the ones I liked the best and took them into the kitchen. 

The side of the fridge was pretty well covered so I took down three older ones from last month and replaced them with the new ones. "Nice," I said to myself, opening the door and taking a look inside. There was still most of a twelve back of Bud Light in the blue can so I took one out and popped the top. "Ahh," I grunted as I drank it down, the cold cold beer sluicing down my throat and sending familiar tingles throughout my skin. 




One For the Road Ch. 01



Tilting the can further back I drank the last of it and stifled a belch on the back of my hand. "Fucking good, Jimmy." 

I walked into the TV room once more, kicked off my boots and shed my jacket; leaving both of them near the love seat. I then went into the bathroom and let loose a stream into the bowl, sighing in relief as I dumped my bladder. Little Jimmy was feeling a bit thick as I shook him off and then rinsed my hands in the sink. "Maybe Myra'll be up for a little midnight action, hey buddy?" I asked my cock. I imagined he pulsed in response which was all the inspiration I needed. 

On the way to the bedroom I detoured to my boys' room and peeked in. John was lying on the top of his blankets, one arm wrapped around his stuffed red Lightning McQueen. I tiptoed in and folded the back of his blanket over his sleeping form and gave him a kiss on his forehead. "G'night, champ," I whispered as I turned to the other bed. 

Joel was on his back, snoring softly as he looked upward with his eyes closed. I inched closer and gave my other son a goodnight kiss as well, smiling when I saw he had one of my old baseball hats under his pillow. "G'night, son," I said, rubbing his blond hair. 

Back in the hall I went to my bedroom and stripped off my shirt and pants. I looked at myself in the mirror, the light of the moon illuminating my form. I was big, damned big. 6' 4" according to my license and I had the same broad chest, back, and shoulders that all the men in my family had. My dad and uncles were also fat as hell; big rounded bellies that looked like they were going to pop it you stuck them with a pin. But that wasn't me, I wasn't going to let that happen. I sucked in my gut and smiled to see the faint rippling of muscles still stood out from my midsection. 

My legs were thick and my biceps were too. I was also pretty hairy, a mix of orangey-red and light brown hair that curled across my flesh like a wiry carpet. I grinned at my reflection and skinned my boxers down to my ankles, flicking them into the open hamper with a well-placed ankle toss. Little Jimmy was certainly feeling thicker tonight and I gave him a playful squeeze and pull. 

I turned to the bed and pulled the top blanket back to reveal my sleeping wife. Myra was lying on her side facing away from me, an oversized tee shirt of mine as her nightshirt. Her hair was bound up in a loose braid, thin wispy brown strands sticking up from the movement of the blanket. The bottom cheeks of her ass were looking out at me, a bit wider than they were in high school but still enough to get Little Jimmy's attention stirring. 

I slipped into bed, spooning behind her and pressing my surging manhood against the cleft of her backside. She stirred in her sleep and I took that as a sign that she was feeling some rampening desire. I slid my one hand across her shoulder and around her front, cupping her right breast in my large hand; fingers wrapping into the fabric of the shirt and pressing her tit tight against her ribcage. 

"M'wha?" she mumbled, turning her head sleepily to look over her shoulder. I pressed my hips forward and then leaned into her face, my tongue spearing through the unsuspecting barrier of her lips as I shifted myself upward. I grabbed her chest tighter and pulled her to me and I slid my hips back and pushed my prick back along the crack of her ass. 

"Hey, babes," I said huskily, licking her cheek and nibbling on her earlobe. "You up for a little play?" 

"James?" she asked, her eyes blinking rapidly in the dark of the bedroom. "What the hell? Are you drunk?" 

"Yeah, babes. On the thought of you." I slid my hand across to her other tit and rolled her nipple under the shirt. 

"God damn it, Jimmy. It's after 12 fucking thirty!" She tried to shove my hand away but I held on to the nubbin of her tit a little tighter and felt the flesh of her breast compress. 

"Yeah, babes. Fucking is right." I leaned in and tried to kiss her again but she rolled her head to the side and sighed in frustration. Her elbow shoved into my gut and I could feel her trying to wriggle out of my grasp. All this served to excite me and cause Little Jimmy to reach full mast. 

She held one arm under my neck and tried to keep me from getting closer. "Damn it, James. You smell like a brewery. And it's late. Get off." She hunched her hips and pushed but being less than half my weight, failed to budge me. 

I slid one thigh between hers and just let the pressure force her legs open. "Come on, Myra," I ignored her forearm barring me and let my greater strength push it away. My face came down and I pressed my lips against the hollow of her neck as my second leg made its way between hers. My prick was pulsing and hot, warmly pressing insistently against her mound as I nibbled on the skin over her throat. "You know you want it." 

"Jimmy. Jim. James. Really, enough now." She was panting and I knew it was with need as I spread her legs open and reached down to guide Little Jimmy to her waiting hole. I rubbed the head up and down her crevice, my skin sticking to hers as I sought to reach her moist center currently hidden within. "Jim!" her voice became strident as I tried to press home, my passage blocked by the sheer friction of our two sexes battering against each other. "James, please not now. I'm not ready." 

"Oh, Myra," I slid one hand under her night shirt and manhandled her bare breast. "I am, babes. Let's get you ready." I pulled my hand free, cupped it under my mouth, and spit a beery wad into my palm. I then rubbed it liberally all over my shaft, ending my jacking by running my wet fingers up the center of her pussy. "Ahh," I said as I repositioned myself. "Much better, babes." 

"Jimmy, please. Let's not...ooof!" she gasped as I dropped the crown of my cock through the dry and cloying gates of her pussy and let my hips fall against her. I pulled back a tiny bit and let my body fall down again, gaining a further cockhold into my wife's body. "Ugh!" she groaned, her strength failing to push me back any more as her arm fell away to her side. "Oh God, James." 

"Yeah, babes," I cooed, pushing Little Jimmy in and out of my wife; slowly getting deeper and deeper. I heard her panting and knew it was with need and within a few minutes, I could feel my pubes pressing against her. "Better, huh Myra?" 

She had her head turned to the side and her eyes closed. She was grunting with each of my vigorous thrusts, and it looked like tears were running from the corner of her eyes down the sides of her face. She didn't answer me, I assumed it was because she was so caught up in the moment. 

My pace increased as I thrust in and out, deep and long. It was odd, but the longer I fucked my wife and the closer I came to cumming, the harder it was for me to keep my erection. I had to concentrate harder and really push and slam my cock in and out, my lips pulled back into a rictus grin. There it was, a faint tickle at the base of my spine, slowly radiating out and down my shaft. "Yeah, babes. Hold on." 

I grabbed Myra by the shoulders now and really let myself go. I could hear my breath whistling in and out of my lungs coupled with the silent gasps my wife made every few seconds as our bodies connected again and again. The pressure built up throughout the back of my balls and then it finally let fee and I could feel Little Jimmy doing his victory dance. 

"Yeah! Myra! Oh fuck, yeah!" I thrust hard twice and then once more, spending every bit of juice I had to my wife's waiting pussy. I pulled back a fourth time and let myself slide forward again, just in case there was another one still in there. It was pretty hot and wet now in Myra's pussy and I could feel the sides of Little Jimmy were a little chafed. "Oh, babes. That was great!" 

I fell off of her and let my cock pop free. Rolling onto my back I stared up at the ceiling and smiled, my vision clouding as exhaustion finally claimed me. Only the faint shaking of the bed as Myra quivered let me know that she must have been satisfied. With a grin on my lips I thought that I had a pretty damned decent day and then fell asleep. 

I awoke to the sound of the alarm blaring, jarring and jangling against my nerves. I fumbled backwards and gave the clock a hard smack, smashing every button I could find until it stopped beeping. I pulled myself up and gave a deep stretch. Ah fuck, my shoulder was hurting. The events of last night came back to me slowly as I scratched the dried mess around my crotch and I remembered the fight at the bar. I glanced to the side of the bed and even though it was messed up, Myra wasn't there. "Where the hell are you?" I muttered as I got up and staggered to the hallway. 

I made my way to the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain aside. I turned on the water and climbed in, feeling the warmth slowly ease into my skin. "Gotta fix the hot water heater," I reminded myself, grinning because I've been reminding myself to do this since the winter. I gave myself a fast scrub with the washcloth and let the last of the suds rinse away before getting out. I toweled off and then wrapped it around my waist and padded to the kitchen. 

I plucked out a couple hard boiled eggs and some bread and butter, toasting myself a pair of slices. I followed this up with some milk and Bud light, drinking a glass of one and then a can of the other. By the time the toaster popped up and I was finishing my breakfast I was feeling more like my old self. 

I figured I had fifteen minutes or so to finish getting ready so I walked back towards the bedroom, still looking for Myra. I found her sleeping in John's bed, clad now in a pair of fleece pajama bottoms and a robe. "Huh," I muttered as I walked in to wake her. "She must have taken a shower last night." 

I shook her by her shoulder, her eyes fluttering open and looking about until she focused on me. It was odd, but I don't think she was happy to see me. "Babes. What are you doing in here? John have a nightmare or something?" 

Her lips pursed and she gave a faint breathy sigh before folding herself in half and getting out of bed. I stepped back to give her room to slip by me and she stopped, staring at me sniffing the air. "Jesus, James. It's 6:30 in the morning." 

"What?" I asked in a mock whisper, not sure what was up her ass. She looked disgusted as she stepped past and turned towards our bedroom. I followed, dropping the towel on the back of the hamper and started getting dressed. "What's fucking wrong with you?" 

"Damn it, James. You came home drunk last night." 

"I wasn't drunk." 

"How do you know? Did you take a breathalyzer?" 

I slipped on a pair of Dockers and grit my teeth. "Don't start this shit again, Myra. I'm not a fucking drunk." 

"James, please. You drink every night." 

"No I don't." 

"Honey, please. You do. And you came home last night after hanging out with that loser, Tim, and decided to try and rape me." 

I scowled. "Tim isn't a loser. He's my best friend." I slipped on a flannel shirt and buttoned it up. "And I didn't rape you. You're my wife and you were enjoying it, too." 

"Jesus, James. You really have no idea." She sat on the bed folding one leg under the other. "I didn't enjoy it. At all. I asked you to stop so many times and I'm surprised I wasn't bleeding you were screwing me dry." 

"You're shitting me." 

"James. You have to stop with the drinking. You're 26 and you have two sons who love you." She looked at me, her eyes growing soft. "It was sort of fun in high school, but we can't keep living like this. The house is falling apart and you spend so much money and time on beer that you're just not in our lives anymore." 

I laced up my Timberland's and shook my head. "See, Myra. Here we go, same fucking song and dance. I'm not a drunk, I'm big and strong and muscular and I can suck down a 12 pack and it doesn't affect me. You want to see a drunk? Go to Kresler's Grocery and see Old Hank sleeping outside by the dumpster. That's a fucking drunk. Not me! I've got a wife, two kids, a job, a car, and this place. Drunks don't have that." 

"Look at yourself, James. You came to bed smelling like beer. You woke up and you smell like beer. It looks like you got into a fight last night. Did you?" 

"Did I what?" 

"Did you get into a fight last night?" 

I laughed. "It wasn't much of one, I can tell you that." 

She slapped the bed with her palm, not smiling. "Damn it! You had a drunken brawl! What if you had been picked up and went to jail? What about us? Your sons? Me? This shit hole we're living in? Your job? What about all that?" 

"Don't play that shit on me, Myra!" I shouted, my ire building. "Don't be a fucking martyr. Okay? You want me to cut back? Fine, I'll cut back. Happy! What else you want from me? My other nut?!" 

"I love you, don't you get it. But this has only gotten worse over the years and I don't know how to get you to understand." 

I was growing exasperated. "What's there to understand? I said I'd moderate my shit, got it? So let it go! I'm not a drunk, I'm your husband and I deserve better than to be accused like this." 

"And we deserve better than you've been doing, James." 

"Fuck this, Myra," I grabbed my keys and made my way out. "Thanks for ruining my fucking day. Hope you're happy!" Storming out of the house I was going to slam the door but didn't want to wake up John or Joel so I let it close softly behind. I started my Charger, rolled out of the driveway and started my trip to Florence Building Supply. 

"Drunk. Me. Fucking don't know what she's talking about." I mused quietly as I drove on, thinking about other real drunks I know. There was Old Hank of course, but there was also my Uncle Patrick. He was a real Irish lush. Broke his ankle once stepping out of a moving car. My Aunt Sharon was an alcoholic, fucked up liver and still sips whiskey. Her eyes were a rheumy mess of cataracts but she was a harridan at family get togethers if you didn't keep her in her cups. 

Those are alcoholics, not me. I have a job and a life. I take care of my shit and I deserve to blow off a little steam now and again if I need to. Who the hell does she think she is? 

I was in a foul mood when I pulled into the parking lot off of Jericho Turnpike and parked my Charger. I was feeling a bit pent up and maybe jittery, my pulse was thready as I got out of my Dodge and locked the door. "Fuck, Jimmy, pull it together," I thought as I licked my lips, the memory of the beer I had this morning reigniting on my tongue. "Damn it, Myra. You put that crap in my head." 

I walked passed a number of contractors already lined up and ready to load up. There were two groups of them, the business owners and small company guys who looked like you or me or anyone, and their help which looked like they came from every Latin American country south of Mexico. The two groups chatted amongst themselves and like any other typical day, tried to ignore the other set. 

"Hey Doug," I called out as I walked in, going to the nearest system and clocking myself in for the day. My boss was with the driver, the two of them going over today's deliveries and most likely jostling the order about. It was always a crap shoot since every contractor wanted their shit delivered by 9 and to hell with any other crew the needed work. Coupled with the distance the driver had to go from the yard here in Huntington and how many different jobs we can get on the truck, even a couple of minutes screw up could cascade out of control and fuck up the rest of the day. 

"Jimmy. Strapping on the Destano load snapped. Cinch it back together and load up truck two." 

That was Doug, never a nice thing to say, no chit chatting, no attempt to even fake giving a crap. Just do, do, do. "Got it." I walked through the yard doors and slung my ass up into the Yale forklift, starting the diesel engine and buckling myself in. The lift was behaving well today as I revved the motor up and lifted the forks. Once free from the ground I put it into gear and trundled my way out of the shed and across the lumber yard. 

I waved to a couple of my buddies as I drove along, trying to keep my thoughts on my job and not on Myra and her bitching. As I approached the finished area I could see the load of half inch OSB for Destano Builders had busted the right strap. I eased under the dryer, slid home until the fork cage bumped the boards, and lifted it clear, taking it to the strapping cart. 

As I worked the feeder and cinched the load back into place, all I could think of was that it had been some time since I remember Myra being really happy. In fact, I might have been a bit ashamed that I couldn't really remember the place or date. Were we at a restaurant? I think so, someplace on the water. Maybe Freeport? There's the Nautical Mile there, lots of seafood places. Bringing the Destano load back to its place to be delivered I figured that what Myra needed was a nice night out. 

This realization had me feeling pretty good as the morning burned along. The two delivery trucks came back roughly every 45 minutes for the first part of the day and then every hour or so after that. In between the down time I drove my Yale around the yard and gathered up whatever orders we needed to ship out tomorrow morning. It was a bit mindless some days but that suited me fine. Didn't want to get dragged into some conversation with whoever while I was wrestling with some home life crap. 

When the coffee truck drove up I was feeling famished and sauntered over to see what was available. "Hey, Jimmy," Scott, the 'roach coach' owner offered. 

"Yo, Scott." I grabbed a Muscle Milk and a buttered roll. "This'll do." 

"Four dollars." 

"Fucking kidding me?" I pulled out my wallet and handed over the money. "It's a roll and some milk." 

Scott shrugged, already moving on to Wallace, the heavy fat guy that worked inside in the window department. "What are you gonna do, huh?" 

I ate my meal and seeing that I had a few minutes left, I called up Bracco's Clam and Oyster Bar and set up a reservation for Myra and I tonight at 7. It wasn't always needed, especially during the middle of the week, but I wanted to make her happy for a change and this seemed like a good idea. I then gave her mom a ring and waited for her to get on the phone. 

" 'Lo?" she answered. 

"Steph, it's me, Jimmy." 

"Jimmy," I could tell by her voice that she'd rather I fell off a bridge and died, but for Myra I'd keep my opinion of the miserable bitch quiet. "What do you need?" 

"I need a favor. Want to take Myra out to Bracco's and looking to know if you'd babysit J & J for us tonight." 

"Oh!" She perked up a bit; always good to know she can see her grandkids to make her feel better. "Sure. What time you want me over?" 

"How's 6:30?" 

"Will do. See you then." As I was about to hang up, I heard her ask, "Say Jimmy?" 

"Yeah, Stephanie?" 

"You taking care of my daughter?" 

"I am," I replied, getting my nuts twisted a bit. I didn't like anyone questioning my ability as a husband or a father. "Why? You hear something I didn't?" 

"No. Just feel like Myra's not happy lately every time I talk to her." 

"Nope. We're fine." 

I could hear her sigh on the other end. "Ok, Jimmy. I'll see you tonight." 

I hung up without saying anything else, my gut twisting inside of itself. What the fuck was that? I know Stephanie wasn't my fucking friend but I've been a good husband and father and didn't need her snide assed comments or probing questions. Shoving my phone back in my pocket I climbed back on my forklift and finished up my day. 

I was on the road leaving Huntington by 4:30 and fought my way south through horrible rush hour traffic. My baby was unable to stretch her legs so we settled on listening to Pink Floyd as we idled along, her rumbling engine sounding like a lion's growl. I was feeling jumpy and tired at the same time and was really hoping to get home before 5 for a change to spend some time playing with my boys. 




One For the Road Ch. 01



As I drove down the block I could see a number of kids from the neighborhood were playing on our driveway, scooters and big wheels all over the place, looking for all the world like a child's car show and swap meet. I pulled up along the curb instead and parked myself there. As I got out of my baby I heard, "Hey, Dad!" and turned to see my two boys racing up to me. 

"Johnny-boy!" I cried as I caught my first son, his red haired form jumping at the last moment to my outstretched hands. I slung him over my shoulder and held him in place with one steadying hand while I reached down to grab my other son who was right behind. "Joel!" I cheered as I wrapped one arm around his midsection and twirled him gently through the air, still holding his older brother on my back. 

I stomped across the lawn, scattering leaves and weeds in my wake, while the other neighborhood kids were calling out greetings as well. John and Joel were laughing as I swayed back and forth, pretending to stumble and fall, until I was surrounded by their friends. "Alright, alright," I let them down amidst giggling laughter, ruffling both of their heads. "Let me go in and say hi to mom." I shook a finger at the pack of them. "Be good!" 

"We will Mr. Skelly!" 

I walked into the house and dropped my keys on the counter, "Myra?" I called out. 

"Out here!" she replied from the back of the house. 

I went through the back door and she was pulling down a load of laundry from the clothes line. "Hey, babes," I said, sidling up and giving her a hug and a peck on her lips. She returned it swiftly and then went back to taking the towels and shirts down. "Nice fall day for doing this?" I asked innocently. 

"Yeah, James." She said, pushing a stray hair back behind her ear. "Just what I wanted to do. Take five times as long to do a load of wash." 

Ah fuck, not this shit. Not now. "I said I'll get to the dryer. It needs a belt and I can't fix it until this weekend." 

"I know, James. I know. Never enough time." She pulled the socks off the line next. "Three months, honey. I could have called a guy to come and fix it." 

"Not a chance. I can fix it myself." 

"I know, James. But just cause you can, doesn't mean it happens." 

Fuck me, she's not giving me a chance tonight. I counted slowly to five, letting my ire fade. "Listen, I called your mom up. We've been having a rough patch and I want to take you out for dinner tonight. Stephanie'll watch the boys and you and I can have a nice night. Sound good?" 

"Tonight?" She looked at me with a less than pleasant expression. "Damn it, James. I can't tonight. Remember I'm on the Mon day/Thursday/Friday schedule at work." 

I scratched my head. "Really? When did that change." 

"Jesus, James!" she flung the blouse she was folding down into the basket and looked up at me. "Since July! Are you kidding me?" 

"Fuck, Myra. I'm trying to make an effort here. Every day, what the fuck is with you?" 

"James, please. Not now." She hastily raced across the rest of the line, no longer folding the laundry, just throwing it into the basket. "Look, I've got to work. We need what money I have coming in too." 

"Don't you want to go to Bracco's?" 

"Another time, James. We really can't afford it and I'd rather spend the money on fixing some of the broken stuff around here." She lifted the basket to bring it into the house and I reached over, taking it from her. For a moment she resisted and then let it go with an exasperated sigh. "I have to get ready for work," she said, striding past me and entering the back door. 

I followed. "Can't you bang in for today? I mean, let's face it, it's Stop and Shop. It's not like you're piloting a damned plane. They can get another cashier." 

"James, it doesn't work that way. I had to fight to get the shift I have. 6 to 10:30 is all we can swing since we have two boys not in school yet. My mom works, your parents work, we sure as hell can't afford daycare. And the supermarket isn't happy at my limited availability so they don't give me a lot of hours." She rooted through her drawers and dug out one of her yellow polo shirts for work, stripping her existing one off and over her head. I was still holding the laundry basket while staring at my wife standing in front of her dresser in a pair of jeans and her bra. Her tits looked great, even clad in the fraying bra she was wearing; her cleavage pressed outward and calling to me. 

As I was finding myself beginning to move forward, the siren's call of her almost bare breasts beckoning to me, she slipped her shirt on and pulled it down, continuing her comments. "So until something changes here, I can't risk getting them pissed off at me by calling in sick to go to dinner. Any evening I miss work takes $50 from our budget. A night at Bracco's is going to cost at least that much. That's why we're not going." 

"Damn, Myra. I don't know what to do anymore." 

"Did you talk to Doug about getting into the selling floor? Maybe getting a little commission that way?" 

I looked at her. "No. I'm not a salesman, you know that. I actually want to get on someone's crew, a decent carpenter's helper can make over $20 and hour." 

"Honey, you aren't a carpenter." 

"No, but I'm around all this shit all day. Been in that building supply yard for four years now." 

She pursed her lips. "Did you ask anyone? Did anyone offer you an opportunity?" 

"Not yet..." 

She threw her hands up, "Then why are you pining your hopes on that then?" She took a deep calming breath and let it out. "James, I love you very much. But we have some real problems around here, and we have to take care of them here. Let's do something easy. The door to the boys' room still isn't hanging right on the bottom hinge. You bought one five weeks ago, it's still on top of the fridge. Can you replace the hinge tonight while I'm at work? I'd do it myself, but I'm just strong enough to work the screwdriver." 

I nodded. "Ok, babes. I can do that." I leaned in to give her a kiss but she turned her head at the last moment and I caught the corner of her mouth. Feeling hurt I pulled back and stuffed my hands into my pockets. "I can do it. You'll see. Things'll be great." 

She looked at me, eyes softening but her lips set in a firm line. "I hope so, James. I need you here helping out. It's kind of falling apart." She did relent and give me a short hug and then stepped out of the room, hair flailing behind her and she wiped her eyes. She came to the front door and called out, "John! Joel! Mommy's going to work! Give me a kiss goodbye." 

"Mommy!!" my boys cheered, and I was able to glimpse them as they grabbed her tight around the neck, hugging her and planting kisses on each of her cheeks. She smiled and laughed, pushing her way slowly to her feet while the two of them fell away to either side. "We love you!" they shouted as she climbed in her mini-van and pulled away, waving goodbye merrily. 

"Alright, boys!" I called out as she drove out of sight. "Let's clean this mess up and get inside for dinner." I waved to the other kids who were filing away, collecting their scooters and other ride on toys. As John and Joel filed past me I gave them each a playful smack on the butt and good naturedly told them to wash their hands and faces, "and use soap this time!" 

"Yes, Dad!" was their answering call as I went into the kitchen and pulled out a couple cans of soup. I opened them up and filled the pot, running the cans under water until they were filled and then adding it to the concentrated mix. I dropped some bread into the toaster and pulled out a Bud Light, drinking it absently as I stirred the soup heating up. From the amount of laughing I was hearing it was obvious they were playing more than washing. "Hey," I called out, "do I need to come in there?" 

"No!" "We're almost done!" "John splashed me!" "No I didn't, and besides, you splashed me first!" 

I chuckled, tossing my empty into the return can and turned the stove off as soon as dinner started to boil. I ladled three bowlfuls and placed them on the table. "Let's go! Eat!" I called out, flipped the toast onto a plate and laying it out as well. I took out two juice boxes and a Bud Light from the fridge and sat down with my boys to eat dinner. We ate well, and they actually helped a bit by plopping their dishes in the sink before heading out to the backyard to play. 

I left the back door open so I could hear them in case there was a problem and then took out a screwdriver from my toolbox, making my way to the boys' bedroom door. The bottom hinge had been knocked free from the door itself when Joel had tried to slam the door closed with a Fisher Price people jammed between the hinge plates. It had bent the brass badly and popped two of the four screws free, making it almost impossible to shut the door completely anymore. 

I tackled the screws on the door first, the remaining two coming out without a problem. The ones on the door frame were another issue. The heads were choked with five or so layers of paint and I couldn't get enough of a grip with the screwdriver to get them to turn. One of them came free and I couldn't make heads or tails of the other three. "Fucking shit," I cursed as I got to my feet and went back to my toolbox to find something I could pick the paint free with. 

Knock. Knock. 

"Who the hell?" I muttered, making my way to the front door. "Yes?" I called out until I noticed my mother standing there. "Stephanie! What are you doing here?" 

She was in her early 50's and was in pretty good shape for a lady her age. Myra's dad had died from cancer in his late 40's, leaving her mom alone. She wore her hair shorter than Myra did, and from the evenness of its tone, it was obvious to me she colored it. Normally she was pretty open and happy, especially around the boys, but right now she looked uncannily like Myra with her scowling face and narrowed eyes. "You don't look like you're going to dinner. And where's my daughter?" 

"Shit," I cursed, opening the door and letting her in. "Sorry, Steph. We had to cancel. Myra's working." 

"Oh, Jimmy," she sighed, putting her handbag on the counter and taking her coat off. "I'm here, I'll play with my grandkids for a bit. Is that ok?" 

"Sure, Steph. That'll be fine." I walked to the fridge, taking out another beer. "You want one?" I asked, holding it towards her. 

"No. I'll take a glass of coke, if you've got it." 

"Coming right up." I got her her soda and put a few ice cubes in it from the tray. "Here you go, Steph." I took a long slug of my beer and smiled at her. 

"You ok, Jimmy? You look like someone hit you?" 

"Me? Nah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I finished my beer as she took another sip of her soda and then tossed it to the pail. "Swish," I said as it went it. "Listen, the boys are out back playing, I'm working on the door," I said proudly, puffing my chest out and twirling the screwdriver. 

She put her soda down and gave a thin smile my direction. "Hey, Jimmy. You should slow down on the beers." 

"I'm good, Steph. Promised Myra I'd watch it." 

She gave me a deep look that bothered me as I withered under it. Eventually she nodded and went out back to the calls of, "Grandma!" leaving me in the kitchen alone. 

"You should slow down on the beers, Jimmy," I mimed, lilting my voice and affecting a sour lemon sucking face. "Fuck me, Steph. I guess Myra's been dumping in your ear too." I went back to the door with a thin pick and proceeded to chisel out the paint filled screw holes. It wasn't easy work and I ended up stripping the heads off two of the three screws drilled into the frame. It was another twenty minutes of grunting, sweating, and swearing before the last of the brass screws finally came free and the door was hanging on only the other two. 

"That's the way, Jimmy," I muttered, opening the plastic bag with the new hinge and sliding it in place. "Oh, fuck no." The old hinge was a bit smaller than the new one, so it didn't sit perfectly in the former space. "Now what the fuck?" 

I went to grab another beer to help me think but changed my mind when I glanced in the pail. "Shit, Jimmy, five?" Did I drink five beers already today? Were any from this morning. I wasn't sure and I know that five down and it wasn't even seven at night yet was not what Myra meant by keeping my drinking under wraps. "Fuck, I don't need it," I said with finality, shutting the door and turning back to the bedroom door. 

Picking up my phone I scanned down until I found Jerry's number and called him. T-Mobile was letting me know the call was connecting and eventually I heard my buddy answer. "Hey, Jimmy Skelly! How are you, bud?" 

"Jerry Zavers! I am fucking terrific, thanks for asking!" 

Jerry was a long time friend of mine and we had been through a lot of crazy shit in our youth. He got married to a nice girl named Grace a few years back and now had a little girl, Lisa that was filling his free time. We shot the shit for a minute or two until I was able to get around why I gave him a call. "Yo, Jerry, I'm trying to hang a new hinge on my kid's door and the mortis isn't lining up. You got a router I can borrow?" 

"Sure, man. Not a problem. Want to run over and grab it?" 

I looked at the clock and saw it was approaching 7:30. "Nah, I'll come by tomorrow and grab it. This'll hold for now." 

"Terrific! If I'm not home, just have Grace open the garage for you." 

"Thanks bud, you're the best!" 

"No, Jimmy, you're the man." 

We hung up laughing and I felt pretty good about myself. I wandered out to the back yard and watched Steph as she tossed the ball back and forth between John and Joel. "Alright, boys," I called out. "Bath time and then bed time!" 

"Aww, Dad! Do we have to?" 

"You heard him," my mother volunteered, herding the two of them into the house. "Chop, chop. Get to the tub but give Grandma a kiss before I leave." The two of them gave Steph the same treatment they had given their mother a few hours earlier before letting go and racing to the bathroom. 

"I'm sorry I didn't call to cancel, I hope you're not pissed." 

She shook her head, picking up her pocketbook. "No, this was fun. I'm sorry the two of you didn't get a chance to go out, but maybe it was for the best." She looked past me down the hall. "Did you finish the door?" 

"Mostly. I've got to get a tool from a buddy tomorrow." 

"That's nice, Jimmy." She let me walk her to the door and then turned to face me. "I love my grandkids, Jimmy. There's nothing more important to me." 

"I know, Steph," I replied puzzled. 

"They need a stable home, Jimmy. If you and Myra are having a problem, you have to listen to what it is and fix it. Kids can tell when things aren't well." 

"Sheesh, Steph. We're fine. It's fine. Really, it's fine. I'm taking care of it." 

She made a womanly grunt. "We'll see, Jimmy." She traced her fingers on my forearm and clasped my wrist briefly. "Take care, and tell Myra I'll call her tomorrow." 

I watched her get into her car and drive away. I could hear the bathtub running and the boys splashing inside, the hollow thuds sounding as their knees and heels resounded off the walls and floor of the tub. I grabbed my keys and brought my car onto the driveway, out of the street. Locking it I went inside and was deep in thought as I watched my sons getting themselves clean - or at least wet. 

We horsed around for a bit and then I made them each get out and dry off. From there it was time for bed and I read them a bit of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. We all laughed at the silly voices I gave the bears and then it was a fast kiss goodnight and I left them to fall asleep. 

I walked the house, feeling a bit lonely. Each room seemed empty to me, quiet and alone. The kitchen had one bulb out on the lamp fixture and the two remaining ones were a cool white and a daylight white light, giving the room a strange headache inducing glare. I looked in the cabinet and found a cool white 40 watt bulb which I screwed in place. The room looked marginally better. The TV room was dark. The bathroom was silent. The bedroom was lonely. 

This wasn't how I wanted to reconnect with Myra. Maybe she was more right than I liked to admit. We have been having a real rough go of it lately and it didn't seem to be getting better. Between my dead end job as a forklift driver and her cashiering at the supermarket, we barely had a pot to piss in. And things were always piling up, new bills took the place of old ones and old bills kept going up. 

I wandered back into the kitchen and looked around the cabinets, taking out a pack of the kids' fig newtons. I cracked it open and ate one, washing it down with a swallow of my beer. 

My beer. 

I frowned, when did I get another beer? Was it when Stephanie left? Nah, I don't think so. How about before I went to help my boys in the tub? No...Not too sure. Maybe? I took another sip, my eyes lifting to settle on the wall clock. 

9:43. 

When the fuck did it become that late? I looked down at the table, noticing that more than half the pack of cookies was gone and I really had to concentrate to remember that I ate that many. Even then, I didn't really remember actually eating them, only the evidence that they were gone lent credence to the fact that I did actually eat them. 

Shit, Jimmy. What the fuck is going on? This wasn't the only time I seemed to have been spacing out lately. Not going comatose, but just not really noticing what was going on around my life. I felt chills run down my spine, like a specter wandered past my house or something. 

I cleaned up the kitchen and added my empty to the growing pile in the trash. Frowning I went to the fridge and counted the box, surprised to see only 2 left in the 12 pack case. Ten, Jimmy? What the fuck is wrong with you man? Didn't you promise Myra you were going to watch it? Shit, she's going to be pissed at me. 

I went out to the garage and opened one of the stacks of 12 packs out there, bringing 6 of them into the house where I refilled the existing box. I then took all but four of the empties from the pail and went out to my Charger where I placed them in a plastic bag and hid them in my trunk. Real smooth, Jimmy. Hiding your drinking from Myra. Real fucking mature. 

I needed to clear my head and it was too late to break out the weights from under the bed. I scratched around the hall closet and took the jump rope I had hanging there down, stepping out to the backyard where I did some light stretching and then began jumping; trying to get my heart rate up. I didn't wrestle anymore, high school was long over, but my coach at that time had impressed upon me the need to constantly exercise. "Jim," he had said, "a big man like you will one day turn into a fat man. And a fat man is a slow man. You need to do things to keep yourself light on your feet so that your opponents will only see a big fat slow man - and not the dynamo you can be." 

I counted off as I jumped, the whizzing whirling noise the rope made as it passed over my head and under my dancing feet lulling me into a calmer mindset as I felt my heart pump faster. I could feel my calf muscles tense and loosen on each thrust of the balls of my feet. My wrists spun the twirling rope relentlessly around and around, the wooden handles growing warmer in my grasp as I skipped my way up and down. The rope sizzled as I worked it round and round, crossing my wrists in front of me to give myself a bit of a challenge only to cross it back when the rope passed behind my head. 

When I topped two hundred I slowed down and let the rope wind itself out, eventually falling slack at my feet. I could feel my carotid pulsing near my throat and my breath deep and even. I rolled the rope up and wandered inside, uncomfortable with the sweat on my brow. My teeth felt skuzzy so I brushed them, washing up in the sink afterwards. I didn't like the way I looked, something was wrong and it bothered me to see it in my face. "What the fuck, Jimmy," I addressed my reflection. "You a wimp? Some pussy? Man the fuck up and fix your head." 




One For The Road Ch. 02



(A Dylan James Story)

Dylan pulled his big F150 pickup into the empty parking spot in front of the small city park in Ojai. He had just driven up from LA by the back route coming through Moorpark, Fillmore and Santa Paula on his way to join up with the 101 just south of Santa Barbara. It was one of his favorite drives and always relaxed him as he left the hectic pace of LA. 

He had stopped for lunch at the pizza place at the bottom of the hill just outside of Ojai, but the all morning fuck-a-thon with Cat had left him little drained and he wanted to stretch his legs. Besides he loved walking up and down Ojai's covered shopping district. It was so small that you could see it all in about 5 minutes. It was just a different world up here, slower-paced and laid back. As a matter of fact, it was 2PM and there wasn't a sole on the street except for him.

He stopped to look at the clothes in the window of the small mom & pop department store that had been here as long as he could recall. Further down there would be that tacky gift shop with all the glass figurines in it. That place just made him laugh. Dylan continued to drift down the street looking and window shopping. He stopped in front of an interesting window and gazed for a few moments. There was something about the place that made him want to go in. 

It was pretty dark inside and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the bight glare outside. When his eyes had finally adjusted, Dylan found himself in a small combination bookstore/gift shop. There was no one inside the store except a cute young girl behind the counter reading a magazine. She looked up at Dylan and smiled at him, then retuned to her magazine. The store was a pretty small one with an eclectic mix of books on different subjects and out of the ordinary gifts. All in all, a very strange shop to be in Ojai Dylan thought to himself. As he moved deeper into the store, he could feel the girl glancing at him.

Dylan was something to glance at for sure. He stood 6'2" and about 210 with dark hair and great blue eyes that made most women weak in the knees. He was wearing tight jeans and cowboy boots, and a tight t-shirt that showed off his well developed chest, and cut biceps and forearms. In a word, he was a stud. 

As he glanced through some book on Celtic Runes, the girl got up and moved toward the back of the store giving Dylan a really good chance to check her out. She was not just cute, she was very cute. She was blond with medium length hair. Her tight bare midriff top showed off her small but perky breasts very nicely. She was wearing a very short flip skirt that bounced in a very sexy way when she walked. She was tanned and had great long legs. She looked to be about 19 and maybe 5'8" tall. In fact, she was better then cute, she was a fox. 

She returned from the back and as she passed Dylan, she smiled a killer smile at him. She returned to the counter, sat down and picked up her magazine once again. When she crossed her legs, Dylan caught a glimpse of her thighs all the way to her fork. He felt that familiar stirring in his groin. This girl was hot. 

As he glanced back down at the book in his hand, he could not believe that he was really thinking about trying to pick this girl up. He had just fucked Cat within an inch of her life, not 4 hours before, powering her thru 6 orgasms before he came. He should be tired, done, over for the day, but hell he was on vacation. And all she could say was no. He put down the stupid book on runes and crossed up to the counter. 

"Kinda slow today, huh?" Dylan asked. She looked up from her magazine.

"Yeah. No one has been in for hours."

"That must be boring. That is too bad. You have nice things here."

"Oh, it gets busy on the weekends; we get tourists from LA, but on weekdays - no one at all."

"Is this your shop?"

"No, but the owner is out of town, so I can make my own hours. Open and close when I want too." 

"That is very convenient." 

"Yeah it's cool. I get to do things, run errands. Stuff like that. So what are you doing today?"

"Well, I am one of those tourists from LA. But I am on vacation so I don't have to be anywhere and I can take all the time that I need to enjoy something I like." 

"You up here with your girlfriend?"

"No, just traveling by myself"

"MMM, that must be nice. Excuse me a second," as she stood and walked to the back of the store. 

Dylan was not sure how that had gone. She had asked all the right questions. She knew he was single and free with no timetable, and he knew that she was completely free to do whatever. Yet, somehow, it didn't go like he had thought. "Oh well, I will hang a couple of more moments," he thought.

She returned from the back. "I'm sorry. I had to call my mom and let her know that I would be home late. We got a shipment today and I have to inventory it. Oh look at the time - I need to close up now and get started. 

Dylan was surprised. He thought it had gone better then that. "I better go then. " 

"Oh no. I just need to lock up the front and move a couple of boxes to the back. Please stay, I haven't had anyone to talk to all day."

"Sure. I never deny a pretty woman anything."

"That is good to know."

The young girl moved from behind the counter and past Dylan toward to the front of the store. She locked the front door and crossed past him again brushing him ever so gently. She moved to a stack of small boxes in the corner. Dylan watched as the girl bent over and picked up a small box. Her short skirt slowly rode up her long tan thighs exposing the bright thong peeking out from between the cheeks of her firm young ass. She seemed to spend one moment too long trying to pick up the box as if making sure he saw her exposed ass. She stood up and turned to Dylan.

"If you want too, you can come back into the store room and keep me company. "

With that she walked past Dylan toward the back of the store and through a doorway. Dylan thought to himself, "Boy was I wrong. This is a slam dunk." And followed her to the back. 

The storeroom was rather deep for such a small store with boxes and items stacked every where. The girl had already put the down the box she was carrying and was now holding a clip board and checking off items. Dylan leaned in the door frame. She looked up and gave him that killer smile. 

"This is so nice to have company. No one ever comes to visit. What do you do in LA?"

"I work in films. I'm a stuntman."

"Wow that is cool. Like porno movies?"

Dylan laughed. "No, like action-adventure stuff. Cars, guns, explosions. That kinda stuff." 

"Do you ever get to meet big movie stars?"

'Yes, sometimes."

"That must be exciting. Nothing ever happens around here."

With that the girl turned to another stack of boxes and kneeled down in front of them to check a label. After writing something on the clip board, she stood up but stayed bent over at the waist causing her skirt to rise up and expose her exceptionally fine ass a second time. Dylan thought to himself, "You don't have to tell me twice." He moved behind the girl and ran his hand up her thigh to her ass. The girl just giggled and remained bent over. Emboldened by her lack of objection, Dylan ran his hand across her ass and down in between her legs in search of her hot spot. He found it and began to gently press with his fingers against her thong covered pussy. 

"My, that's nice," she sighed. "But you shouldn't be touching me like that. You'll get me all hot and bothered."

"You liked to be touched, don't you?" He said as he continued to rub her pussy. 

"Yeah, but I don't like to get worked up and then left." 

"Who said anything about leaving?" With that Dylan hooked his fingers in her thong and pulled them down her tan legs exposing her already moist pussy. She stood up and allowed him to take them off her feet. 

"You mean you want to fuck me right here? Right now? That's wild!"

Dylan picked her up. She was as light as a feather to him, and placed her on top of a stack of boxes leaning around the wall. The stack was about chest high, and as he set her down, he pushed her knees up to her chest exposing her glistening pussy lips. Her vagina was shaved except for a small blond patch right above her clit. He leaned in to smell her light and delicate scent. 

"Are you going to eat my pussy right now?" She asked, suddenly looking very young.

"That was my thought."

"Oh, wow this is going to be good."

"Do you have a boyfriend who might suddenly show up?"

"He doesn't get off till 6. We have plenty of time."

"That should just be about enough time."

"Oh god, this is hot."

"Do you have a name before I start licking your pussy?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Not at all" And with that, Dylan kissed her inner thigh very close to her fork. He gently pulled her lips apart and exposed her hooded clit. He placed his tongue at the bottom of her moist slot and began to lick his way slowly up toward to her throbbing clit. He gently ran his tongue along the rim and lips of her love channel and then dipped his tongue into her as far as it would reach. She moaned and tilted her ass forward to give him better access to her steaming cunt.

Dylan continued his slow licking of her outer lips until he reached her erect clit. He began to lick and suck on her clit, causing her to moan in appreciation. While he rolled his tongue around her throbbing bud, she pulled her top and bra up over her tits so she squeeze and pinch her rock hard nipples. When he drew her clit into his mouth and began to softly chew on it and flick it rapidly with his tongue, she grunted and her ass leapt off the box in pleasure. He knew that it would not be the last time. 

As he continued to chew and lick her clit, she slid her ass forward giving him even greater access to her cunt. She put both of her legs over his shoulders exposing her entire cunt to his lingual approach. He slowly slid one finger into her juicy channel and began to massage her G spot. She moaned deep in her throat and began to bob her ass up and down. Dylan slipped a second finger up her gushing cunt and she went wild. She screamed as she took her hands off her redden tits and put them on the back of his head and began bucking her ass up and down in time with his thrusting fingers. She jammed her cunt against his face and smeared her juice all over his nose, lips and chin. 

Dylan knew that she was about to cum and that it was going to be huge. He continued to thrust his two fingers into her soaping wet hole, and chew and lick her rock hard clit, while her ass bobbed up and down on the stack of boxes. Suddenly, she froze and every muscle in her body tightened up. Then she screamed and began thrusting her cunt at Dylan's driving tongue. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHH...MMMMMMMYYYYYY...GGGOOOODDDD!!!!!!!" 

Dylan could only hang on as her cunt continued to thrust at his face and the nectar poured from her gushing hole. He licked up every last drop of her sweet juice. Finally as she began to calm down, he withdrew his fingers and slowly stood up. His face was covered with her love juice. 

She lay on the top of the boxes. Her legs wide open and her tits totally exposed. Her blond hair was wild from all her thrashing around and her eyes were closed. As he wiped her juice from his face with the back of his hand, she opened her eyes and gazed at him. 

"Holy fuck man, you know how to eat pussy. That is the wildest ride I have ever had."

"The pleasure was all mine."

"I seriously doubt that. Can I return the favor?"

"I was hoping that you would."

"Help me down" 

Dylan helped pick her up and set her on the floor. As soon as she was down, she took off her top and bra showing off her very nice tits. They are about 34B. Small but perfect for her frame. She then unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor as she stood in front of Dylan in all her glory. "Damn she is beautiful," he thought once again. She approached Dylan and started pulling his t-shirt out of the waist band of his jeans.

"You take that shirt off and I will take care of the rest" she demanded as she stepped back to watch Dylan undress. When the shirt came off, she just stared in awe. "God, you are built," she gasped. She ran her hands over his muscular chest, 6 pack abs and down his bulging biceps. She began to kiss his chest and lick his nipples as she started to undo the button on his jeans. She continued to kiss his chest as she pulled down his zipper. Then she stepped back and yanked his jeans down over his rock hard ass cheeks. All nine inches of his manhood came jutting out and stood pointing directly at her.

"Holy fucking God. You are huge!!!!!"

She fell to her knees and began to attack his dick. She used both hands to begin to pump his length while she licked his great mushroom shaped head. When she had enough saliva on the head, she pulled him into her mouth and began to bob her head and down taking about half his erection in her mouth each time. A whine began to come from deep in her throat. She loved to suck cock and she had never seen one like this. The whole time she was sucking, she continued to pump him and play with his big balls. She was fast, sloppy and damn good. She was getting Dylan a lot closer to an orgasm then he wanted to get to this soon. He could feel the familiar tension beginning in his balls. Almost as if she could read minds, she stopped and looked up at him.

"When you cum, is it a lot?"

"Usually. But I have already cum once today."

"Quite the little stud, aren't we?"

"Lucky day."

She hefted his heavy balls in her hand. "Anything left in here?"

"Lots. Why?"

"Because when you cum, I want you do it on my face and tits. I love that. It really gets me off. Promise?"

"Sure" And with that she began to attack his dick again like it was an all day sucker and she wanted the candy inside as soon as she could get it. She was bobbing up and down his big head while swiftly pumping the lower half of his big dick. Dylan knew she wanted him over the edge soon, but he also knew that if he came now he wouldn't be able to fuck her the way he wanted. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up toward him. She reluctantly gave up his dick. It plopped out of her mouth dripping with her saliva. She stood up and looked at him. He reached down and stuck two fingers into the folds of her leaking pussy. "Oh yeah, she is still wet,' he said to himself.

With that Dylan picked her up by the waist and pulled her cunt up even with his raging prick. Holding her like she was a feather; he lodged his big head at the entrance to her wet slot and drove it in.

"Oh shit," she groaned as all nine inches of hard manhood bottomed out in her liquid cunt in a single thrust. "Oh my fucking god, that is good!" She groaned as he gripped her ass in his hands and began to push and pull her onto his massive prick. With her arms behind his head and her legs locked behind the small of his back, she began the wild ride of her life. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes rolled back into her head as his assault began. He was using long hard strokes that used the entire length of his tool as he drove in and out of her. He would push her out to the end of his prick leaving only the head inside her, and then drive full length into her until his large mushroom head bounced off her cervix. It did not take long for her to start to shake and tremble like before and he knew that she was close to another orgasm. She started to bob her ass in time with his thrusts and the sound of their slapping flesh filled the large storeroom. 

OOOOOOHHHHHHHH... IIIIMMMMMMMMMM... CUMMMMMMMMMMINGGG... Oh fuck me ... Oh my good GOD... FFFFUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!! 

She screamed as her orgasm hit. Her cunt clamped down on his pounding prick and started to dance up and down its length with her contractions. He continued to power thru her contractions, laying the pipe into her at a furious rate. Her screams became loud grunts as he relentlessly drilled into her gushing center. His massive prick buried itself with each thrust into her boiling cunt.

"Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh..." her grunts played counterpoint to the sounds of their heated union as they echoed off the walls of the storeroom. Dylan was drenched in sweat and the strain of supporting the girl's entire weight was beginning to tire him. When she had pulled down his jeans, she had left them at knee level and that made it kind of hard to move, but he managed to shuffle over close enough to the stack of boxes so that he could lay her back on them for extra support. 

With his hands free now, he dropped them down to the globes of her perfect ass and really began to hammer her cunt. In and out. In and out. In and out. Each time using the full length of his dick, he was banging into her cervix with every thrust. Her fantastic pussy was continuing to ripple and convulse on his invading manhood. Her molten inner walls milked at his great length trying to get at his sperm. Dylan didn't know if she had finished her first orgasm and this was a new one or a continuation of the first, but he could tell that she was about to explode once more.

She was panting and her eyes were closed. She grabbed her breasts in each hand and pinched her nipples as hard as she could. Her ass was bucking and thrusting back at him trying to meet his power thrusts. And he continued to hammer her pussy for all he was worth. He just wanted to her to go over the edge once more. Then suddenly, she stopped moving. Her head fell back and her pussy clamped down on his prick like a vice. Somewhere from deep inside came a scream so primal that you thought she was dying. 

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ........ FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!

He did just that as he buried himself to the hilt in her sloppy cunt with each thrust. As her orgasm exploded deep inside her, she became like a rag doll in his hands. As he continued to drill his meat deep into her, he felt the familiar sensation behind his balls. The one that made all this worth while. He was going to cum. 

He stopped thrusting into her. She was limp from end to end orgasms. He gently pulled her off his hard prick and placed her on the floor. She looked up at him glassy-eyed, dazed and confused. 

"I am just keeping my promise" Dylan began to pump his throbbing erection in the direction of her face. Suddenly, she recovered from her stupor and got up on her knees in front of him ready for her prize. He gave himself about 10 strokes and then the volley started. The first giant shot of semen erupted from his mushroom head and hit her right in the eye. Five more massive shots followed covering her face in semen. She grabbed his dick and stuck it in her mouth as she nursed on it like a new born baby. She sucked out every last drop of semen from his dick that there was left to get, and he didn't stop her. Finally, when there was nothing left inside, she let go of it and sat back on her haunches. Large globs of semen dripped down her chin and onto her tits.

"Oh my god! I have never cum like that before. You are incredible."

"Well, it takes two to dance, right?" Dylan said as he pulled up his jeans and tucked his prick back into them.

"I have never been covered with so much cum. This is great. Wow, I will never get this all cleaned up," she exclaimed as she rubbed the semen into her tits and nipples. Dylan picked up his t-shirt and put it on.

"Aren't you going to stay longer? I can get free tonight. I promise it will be worth the wait."

"I know it would baby. But I am on vacation and I need to hit the road. Thanks!" Dylan smiled down at her, turned and walked out of the storeroom and through the shop. He quietly let himself out the front door. "Great day," he thought, "that's two for the road."