NOTE: these are cath-up posts...this actually happened in July 30.
The next day (Saturday), Ivan calls. He's moved into his new place next town over and he wants me to come over and drink with him and his girlfriend the Stripper, who we'll call Missy for right now.
Missy is the girl that King fucks in the next video that's coming out. Gives her a cream pie. Ivan has no idea that this has happened, or that I've licked her out. Ivan is incredibly, incredibly jealous of her, and with good reason, she'll fuck anything that moves, male or female, good looking or not.
I'm not really that fond of her, but since she's a stripper I keep hoping that she's going to prove useful sometime. The cost-benefit ratio keeps sliding more and more over towards the 'cost' side as you'll see.
However, add into this that Ivan has a crush on me.
So when he calls Saturday night, it's ostensibly to invite me over for a little housewarming get-together at his new pad. In reality it's because he wants to have a three-way with him and Missy.
Here's the whacked part: He's a hot little straight guy. The sort that most gay guys would just love to get with. In fact, he reminds me of one of my favorite guys,
Buster from Bukbuddies.
I have a crush on
Buster from Bukbuddies. I can't tell you how many times I have jerked off to his pics. And here's the real thing, and he won't take "no" for an answer. In fact, he begs. He offers me his girlfriend, who he won't let anyone else touch. Tells me he's always wanted to try it, but I'm like the one guy he'd ever feel comfortable trying it with. Um, OK.
Now that I've said OK, he's positively grabby. Hot little sparkplug of a guy, and I have complete license to grab his cock and ass. He
wants me to do it. It's like giving Rush Limbaugh license to take pills.
For some idiot reason we decide to head to the bar first. Not a bar,
the bar; there's only one in the whole town. And it sucks. It is most definitely
not my marine bar (next town over again), and in fact is full of the reasons why I prefer marines to anyone else. You'd think that a bar full of marines would be violent, but it never is. This place, full of tweakers, is. Very. Famous for it. I'm very conscious of not looking any guy directly in the eye lest it spark a confrontation. Every time I turn around there's almost a fight on the dance floor.
I'm relieved when we head out to the patio to smoke, but Missy tries to start a fight out there. Oh yeah, she's got an attitude. She fits right in with the place because she always thinks someone's trying to front on her. Some girl looks at her wrong and she tries to get all up in her face. I hate drama. That's just a warm-up though.
Now it's time to go, and we find ourselves out front. Somehow Missy is talking to this ass-ugly troll of a girl that was friends with the chick she was having the argument with. I'm worried there'll be a scene but the cops, who are already there, are attending to some dude that's out cold on the sidewalk. I don't know if he passed out or got beat. But before I can figure that out, Missy has made friends with the ugly troll and is inviting her back to get busy with us.
We fooled around on the patio, or rather they did and I taped it. Because they wanted me to...believe me, there was nothing worth taping, except maybe Ivan's massive cock. The thing is abnormally large, and it's extra weird because he's a grower...you would never guess it inflated to that surprising size. Don't worry, you'll get to see it soon enough.
They brought her to orgasm in a scene that I'm sure was very exciting for people stuck out in the desert, but didn't do much for me. I was relieved that it was over. Outta tape anyway guys!
The ugly troll mentions now that she has a boyfriend that might want to come over and play. Apparently bisexual, learned to like guys in prison. Ivan and Missy are all for it, I'm like whatever. But what the hell. He only lives a few blocks away, so away we go.
The next part is a bit of a blur. When we arrive at her house, there's a car in front with a girl in it, and the dude we're supposed to be meeting is outside. From a distance he looks hawt...a little mexican guy basically, shaved head, tatts from top to bottom. Muscular, tight chest, and sagging jeans that rode halfway down his ass. I'm like, I get to play with that? I was down for sure. Finally!
Then in a flash, Missy is fighting with the girl in the car, I don't know why. I'm trying to pull her off, and the mexican dude who were here to play with hops on his quadrunner and takes off down the street. Some other dude goes inside and Ivan starts yelling at him to come out, like a moron. I'm trying to keep Missy out of the car, when zip the dude's back on his quad with backup, who jumps off, runs up and socks me right in the ear.
Ivan and I get in the car, and they start beating on it and throwing rocks at it. A rock busts out the back window...it's like that scene in
War of the Worlds. I really thought we were fucked.
Here's the cool thing though...Missy was being a bitch and not getting in the car. I wanted her to get in the car, they wanted her to get in the car. As blind of a raging mob as they were, they were able to recognize that they didn't have any fight with me, and they
let me out of the car to get her. I had to bodily drag her into the car, with her kicking and screaming the whole time. But as I was doing this, they all
shook my hand. That's how motherfucking charming I am.
We went back to Ivan's house, just Missy, Ivan and me. I was over it as soon as it happened, and in fact it made me horny...for the first time that evening I actually wanted to have sex with those two, but Ivan was too fucked up about the whole thing, because he had been a pussy and run away. I have some sympathy, but we were vastly outnumbered, the guys we would have been fighting were on their home turf and would have put us in the hospital, and it was Ivan and missy's fault anyway for being antagonistic. I mean, I was shaking hands with the dudes on the way out, so it's not like they were totally unreasonable.
I got a sprained wrist (luckily, not my jerking wrist!) and a bruised ear out of it. Hopefully Ivan feels like he owes me now. I know just how he can pay up.