A few years earlier...
RYANBrief glimpses through the crack between a bathroom stall door and the partition. Jay going down on Bobby, licking at the head of his cock, Bobby’s back hitting the wall, Jay deep-throating, their deep moans. I stood and watched for a moment, somewhat enthralled by the way that the veins in Bobby’s throat jutted out as he panted and the way that Jay’s head kept on going up and down on Bobby’s cock. The contrast between the black nail polish on Bobby’s fingers and the dirty auburn of Jay’s hair as it jutted up in spikes. Bobby’s tongue was a darker pink than his lipgloss, Jay’s skin was lighter than the white of his shirt...or at least it seemed to be in the harsh lighting of the bathroom. Bobby let loose a deep groan and slammed Jay into the door of the stall, they clashed for dominance, slurping noises devoured the hum of the fans overhead.
Amir came in and tugged on my shirt. “Ryan come on, I’ve got something to show you.” he hissed. I tried to wave him away but he wouldn’t leave. I wanted to hear what they said to each other, if anything...if this was something more than a pity blow job. But Amir dragged me out of the bathroom and back into the club.
He was just showing me how he could get girls to give him the umbrellas off their drinks. I watched as they piled up in front of me. He beamed at me and started to maneuver them until they spelled out words. As they began to form the letter I and then the letter L right afterwards I jumped up and found my way back to the bathroom, hoping that perhaps they’d still be there sharing in the afterglow. I could just...well, there really was no way that I could spy on them.
The bathroom was empty. All that remained of their little foray into public sex was a wet spot on the floor.
Bobby laid on the other motel bed and pretended that nothing had happened. I could almost see the sex floating off of him. So this was why he had dumped his girlfriend, he’d been Jay’s bitch the whole time. It had been enough with the makeup...it only made him look like a man desperately trying to look like a drag queen. I guess I can’t complain too much, I wear it too...but still, he was the only “masculine” one among us, he didn’t need to give in to Jay and Paige’s demands.“Ryan, is something wrong?” he asked, turning to look at me. I was sitting against the headboard of my bed and glaring at him.
“No...nothing’s wrong.” He shrugged and closed his eyes. “Bobby...you’re not gay, are you?”
He laughed and looked at me. “What are you talking about?! Of course I’m not gay. Geez, you've heard me and Shane enough to know that!”
I smiled weakly and then continued. “So...if, let’s say...Jay wanted to give you a blow job, you wouldn’t let him.” He didn’t even look like he’d heard the name or registered that it was the guy who’d just been sucking on his cock.
“No, of course not. But Jay wouldn’t do that. Why are you asking me all this anyway?”
“Just wondering.” Let him think that I was just being drunk and boring old Ryan. It would make things all the easier later. “I’m gonna go out and pick up some stuff. You want anything?” He shook his head and looked like he was just gonna conk out. I felt so sorry for him. Having someone suck you off and give you a great orgasm is just so tiring.
“Credit.” I said to the cashier and watched as she swiped my card through the reader and waited for a approval.“It’s kind of late to be going out to buy a butcher knife, isn’t it?” she asked, I was the only one in the amalgamated mass of insanity that was the nearest grocery/whatever the hell else they could cram into one store store besides her and the manager who was sitting on one of the belts for the lane and drinking something.
“Well, I’ve gotta get a pig salted for the winter and mine sort of broke.” I said. We exchanged a brief smile, hers more out of politeness, mine of anticipation. Finally the receipt started to push its way out of the machine and she ripped it off. With a quick flick of the pen, the butcher knife was mine. Let them find out later that my credit sucked.
He opened the door slowly, rubbing at his eyes. But when he saw that it was me his eyes turned suspicious. Some makeup remained that stubbornly refused to come off, it smeared on his fingers and turned them shades of mixed black and white. Some patches of white and brown lingered on his cheeks. “Ryan? What’s up?”“Can I talk to you?” I asked. I knew Paige wouldn’t be in...he was busy at the bar with three girls and lots of skimpy clothing.
“Sure...” he said nervously. “Um...it’s a bit late though, isn’t it?”
“Late? Oh, I’m sorry. It’s pretty important though.” He sat down on the bed and I sat down in the chair in the corner. I had taped the knife to my back and made sure that he couldn’t see it. Now it was digging into my back, reminding me what I had to do.
“Yeah?” Sleep still draped itself over him...or maybe it was just dreams of what he and Bobby could get away with tomorrow.
“Are you gay?” I asked. There was a brief flicker of something in his eyes, but still no recognition of the words and how they fit together. It was as if I had just asked him how the weather was. Perhaps they had schooled themselves to resist any inquiries. It really didn’t matter.
“No.” he whispered after a long pause.
“So you wouldn’t suck Bobby off, would you?” He started to look like a trapped animal, but then a sheen of something else covered that. I waited for him to answer.
“No...not even if I was really drunk.”
“You know, I heard and saw you guys in the club tonight. And Bobby told me what you guys have been doing.” I said. Bluffing has always been one of my strong suits. Still, no reaction. He stood up and kneeled in front of me, staring into my eyes.
“That’s what this is about...” he whispered, leaning his head on my lap. A hand dragged up and gently touched my thigh. I sighed and tried to control the reactions that my body was having. He was disgusting, he was a freak of nature and... His finger slipped the button of my jeans out, then started to trail down the zipper. I sucked in a breath. Had to remember why I was really here. My hand went to my back as he continued to inch my zipper down. The tape slipped off of the plastic handle and soon I had it in my hands. But it could wait until he’d demeaned himself more.
His warm breath steamed at the folds of my boxers. His tongue probed past the flap and met my skin. I let him push my legs further apart and continue to nuzzle at my crotch. Felt his hands creep up and start to coax my cock out into the air-conditioned room. I grabbed his hair and forced him to look at me. He was smiling, his eyes were dusted with lust. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want me to finish you?” he asked, making an innocent face. “That’s why you’re here, right?”
What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. I pushed myself forward so that my half erect cock stroked his cheek. He purred and closed his eyes. All this was only confirming what I had long suspected. He was a slut, he liked it when people depended on him, he loved it when people used him. And he was influencing Bobby, cheating on Bobby now unless that fuck in the john was just an outpouring of mutual lust.
Tongue spilled out of lips that were too full for a man and too tortured for a woman. It teased at the tip of my cock, making me jump in surprise. He still had his eyes closed and gently eased himself forward, taking more of my cock in between silver. I didn’t want that shit touching my skin, but he grabbed onto me with his ice cold hands and almost found the knife with his wandering. I pulled away a bit, letting him lean forward and inhale more of me. He was good at it, I’ll give him that. I almost came after the first stroke of his warm tongue. Didn’t want to think where else he had been licking with it because it could have been half of the people in the club.
He continued to lap at me, taking delight in the sounds that I made, smiling around my cock, grinning and sucking harder. Pulling me over the edge. I clutched onto his head, pushing him until he gagged and tried to pull back. That was not going to happen. I let myself fill his mouth, I liked it when he choked and sank back on his ass and let it start to dribble down his chin. It made him less of an obstacle, more of a pitiable figure, but I had no pity now.
Soon I was on top of him and the knife was at his throat. “Actually Jay, the reason I’m here is...” Stopped because he was laughing.
“You want kink too? I would never have figured you for a S&M boy...” he whispered, licking his lips.
That was it. I let the knife dig into his throat, letting a small bead of blood travel down the lip and onto his white shirt. His eyes went unfocused and became frightened, he started to struggle underneath me. “That’s not why I’m here. You’re corrupting everyone with your makeup and sluttiness. Bobby didn’t used to be into guys...he used to come to bars with me and we’d pick up chicks. Now he doesn’t. I guess it’s because he’s got you to be his own little private groupie.”
“It’s not like that Ryan...really, it’s not.” He was just desperate to deny everything and escape my notice. That wasn’t going to happen. “We’re just friends.”
“What am I supposed to think when you’re going down on him in a stall? When you both deny that you’re doing anything...fuck, it might have been better if you’d just fessed up to it. If you’d just come out to the rest of us as a couple, maybe I wouldn’t want to kill you right now. Because you’re fucking around with my friend...”
“You like Bobby, is that it?” he asked, inadvertently cutting himself more.
“No! I just don’t want him to get hurt. And it looks like all you’re going to do is hurt him. Fuck, you’ve been screwing Paige too, haven’t you?” Didn’t need to feel his body shaking as he nodded his head. I punched him. His head cracked against the floor and fear filled his eyes. His nose was oozing blood. “MOTHERFUCKER!! WHO HAVEN’T YOU SCREWED!!!” Tears.
Someone knocked on the door. I got up to go and answer it, turning away from him. I knew he wouldn’t dare move... He was busy making sure that his nose wasn’t broken and tracing the line on his throat. I put the knife behind my back, then opened the door a crack.
Amir was standing there. “Ryan, I’ve been looking for you.” he said, grinning and blushing. “I heard some shouting though, is everything okay?”
I stared at him for a moment and then looked back at Jay, who was scuttling back from the bed and shaking his head furiously. An evil idea formed, one much better than the one I had originally thought of. “Hey Amir...wanna live up to the name Orgy?” His eyes widened and he giggled. “Well...Jay’s been waiting for you.” I glared at Jay as I said his name and he put his head in his hands, surrendering to the possibilities...
Present day...
PAIGEJay was full out crying and grabbing at my shirt. “Shh...” I soothed, rubbing his back, “You don’t have to tell me anymore.”
He rubbed his head against my shoulder and bit down on his lip. “I have to tell the whole story.” he whispered, sniffling in vain. “That’s not the worst part.”
And that, unfortunately, is where I ended it for a bit. Don't worry, I really am working on more and it should probably be up sometime in the next few months. *dodges thrown items*