Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Demon Alcohol

  Eddie ran into his trailer, shivering, remembering he had put his jacket on the hood of the van. It must have flown off while he drove away. He didn't care, he could go back and get it tomorrow. He needed to feel himself in the palm of his hand. He needed to get off.

  Wayne didn't work on Fridays, so he was sitting on the couch watching a movie. "Hey Eddie, how was your day?" Eddie shot a thumbs up in his direction and ran into his bedroom.

  His pants were on the floor and then his underwear. He left his rings on, they added to the sensation. Eddie spit on the head of his dick, his saliva mixing with precum to soften the feeling of his rough hand against his sensitive erection. He was a noisy fuck, so keeping Wayne from hearing what he was doing would be an interesting challenge. "I forgot to ask her name" he pouted.

  As he twisted his hand around himself, he imagined what kind of name she could have. He whimpered and closed his eyes. "Heather," he whispered, then shook his head. "Ashley", shook his head again. He decided not knowing her name might make the fantasy even hotter.

  She was in his bed. She was all over him, wet and trembling. He imagined her nipples puffy and deep pink. There was a car seat in her back seat. She had mom tits. They bounced in his face as he imagined her lowering herself onto him over and over. Wayne turned up the TV and Eddie lost his focus.

  It was awkward now, to try to cum knowing his uncle knew what he was doing. He was so hard. He tried to climb into bed and just drift off. The beers could help, but they were still out in the van. He tapped his fingertips against his shaft, contemplating. He could go finish this in the van, but who knows what neighbors were outside right now? He could drive out by Skull Rock and take care of himself in the woods. He could go back to the gas station and bend her over the counter.

  His hand squeezed and pulled at his pulsating cock. He spit on himself once more, spreading moist warmth down all the way to his balls. He imagined she would be soaking wet and she would know exactly what to do to drive him crazy. He hadn't gotten a good look at her ass, but he pictured it soft and round. She was pale and had freckles. He knew that much. His hand print would radiate from her ass cheek as he pounded her. She would be so pretty looking back at him, reaching a hand between her legs to massage his balls each time he bottomed out.

  Eddie came, much of it shooting into his thick curly hair. He made a repulsed face at himself in the mirror. "You're an animal" he whispered. He grabbed a towel and slid into the shower, hoping Wayne didn't hear. He was still drunk. Wayne heard. Wayne was 20 once, he didn't care.

Eddie lathered up his hair with shampoo and tried to pull his thick seed out of his dense curls. As he rinsed, he closed his eyes and all he could see was her. Her full, wide lips. Her round form, comforting and maternal. Eddie had never had the hots for an older woman, but she was just so hot.

Eddie felt himself growing hard again as he imagined how easily he could mark her. She was so pale she was almost see through. He opened his eyes and shook his head. It was so hard to focus on anything but her. Her eyelashes, how beautiful they'd look with tears beading as he fucked her throat. His hand toyed with his dick once more.

  "Hey Eddie," Wayne boomed through the bathroom door, "I need some hot water to shower before I go to bed. Please don't be in there much longer." Eddie could cry. He was so close, and now he was limp. He quickly washed his body, shut off the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist. Wayne went into the bathroom to take his shower. As he finished up and came out in just sweat pants, he stared Eddie down. Wayne spoke with concern, "Eddie why don't you get a girlfriend?"

  Eddie was already on his way out the door so he shouted "On it!" And slammed the trailer door behind him. He started the van, opened another beer, and headed off towards the woods which contained Skull Rock. He reached for another beer. He was going to have a solo party, and he was going to empty his balls.

As he made his way down the hill, leaves crunched beneath his faded white Reeboks. Birds sang their goodnight songs in the trees. Eddie always loved to be in nature. He felt so calm with no expectations. He could just exist. He had brought two more beers with him, so the party didn't have to end. He chugged down the first and belched loudly. A mouse shrieked, startled by the sound. Eddie mumbled an apology and slid his hand into the waist band of his pajamas.

He held his dick as he stomped through the woods. His mind wandered back to the woman from the gas station. He wondered if she even liked to give head. Maybe she was a selfish lover; she could totally use him up. He sat down beneath a tree and hastily pulled himself free of his pants. He stroked slowly at first, trying to focus on what it would sound like for her to moan his name as he slid her panties to the side and thrust his tongue against her clit.

  He let go of himself, popped the top off his last beer, and took a big drink. His eyes closed again, imagining the pool of his drool and her sweet juices running between her puffy thighs. He drank with his left hand and with his right hand he masturbated. He came, eyes heavy from the beer and the release of so much tension. He leaned his head back, dick softening in his grip, and fell asleep.