Doggy Style

Bear Hug

Trip's POV

Well, I thought to myself as I started finishing up in the shower, that was really fuckin' humiliating. I sighed as I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. At least I didn't get a boner or anything stupid like that. That would've been even more embarrassing. After I had completely dried off, I pulled on the clothes that Russel had brought me. A light blue dress shirt and some beige khakis. His older brother must have been some kind of IT guy. Or maybe a porn star who mostly did teacher student scenarios; that kind of made sense too. I wiped the water droplets and steam off of the mirror before looking at my reflection with a critical eye. Not bad, not bad at all. Shirt is a little tight, though. I opened the door while finger-combing my hair into my usual "I just woke up and still look ready to fuck" style. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I smelled something I really didn't like, and it was masking a more pleasant smell.

"Sorry guys, I didn't realise you were coming over. You should have said something, I would have made some food." Russel mumbled from downstairs, presumably to whoever the fuck smells so terrible.

"It's okay, just make sure to be more careful, and actually answer the door when someone knocks, instead of the window. Antony could have been a murderer." Another voice responds, though I don't recognise it.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. By the way, how did you even get up there, Antony?" Russel asked, successfully, though accidentally, concealing the creaking wood that I had just stepped on.

"Oh," A much, much deeper voice began, "It wasn't really that hard. I could teach you, if you want."

When the third person spoke, the stench got worse, so I immediately knew that it was him. I peeked around the corner to look at Russel and his....friends, I guess. "Is....everything alright, Russel?" I asked, doing my best to try and figure out what that smell reminded me of, and act natural at the same time. When I turned to look at the person who smelled bad, it hit me, literally. I shouted in pain a practically flew back after the dude's fist collided with my face. "OUCH, WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"

"Antony, what are you doing?!" The other guy shouted as he wrapped his arms around Antony's neck. Blech, what a gross name.

Antony pried the other guy's arms off of his neck and rushed at me, wrapping his arms around me, and squeezing as hard as he could.

This is the worst hug I have ever received. I thought to myself as I squirmed in his grip in an almost futile attempt to get free. Fortunately, I had squirmed enough to get some height, so I took it upon myself to headbutt him as hard as fucking possible.

Antony let go and stumbled back slightly, giving me a perfect opportunity to attack. Unfortunately, his friend had a different idea. He ran forward, did a splits, and slammed an electric guitar into my crotch as he screamed, "ENJOY INFERTILITY, BITCH!!!!"