As I lay there in my bed just intellection, thinking about zilch or was it really something.

Staring blankly at the ceiling with my arms crossed behind my head.

When suddenly a memory, just hit me like a flashback.

holy moly it wasn't that long ago that I'd be sitting behind a screen playing Xbox, and not recovering from a night of a cocktail of drugs and debauchery.

It was Fri midafternoon when a pal rang me, enquiring if I was interested in checking out Skid Row that dark at the Roxy.

From where I live and to where the venue was, it was an hour's plus drive.

We agreed to me at a Hudson's for a snack and a yak, before finding bar near the venue.

That was the plan, as I waited and waited for her to arrive.

Eventually a young lady from Hudson's walked over and asked for my name.

"Why, oh it's Simmo or Alex."I replied, a bit surprised.

"Ok, a girl called Nikki rang and left a message for you,"She said, then translate out the message.

I'm so sorry, but I can't make it after all, something has suddenly come up.

Raincheck hugs'n kiss,

Love Nikki

"Thanks,"I said to the waitress, and paid up and left.

I walked and thought to myself.

Bloody typical of Nikki, always thinking turncock before friends.

She never change and now I am fucked as she had the tickets.

I walked a few blockage to a bar I used to frequent, when I turned 21.

After an hr, I decided to visit some old friends.

I went back to the place and aim my car to the"Solanum tuberosum Bros."house.

They weren't related but during schooltime, everyone called them that because of their Italian heritage.

These male child always wanted a game of cards, if I recall.

When I found there place, the breast door was unfold as I knocked and walked inside.

Sure as the nozzle on my face, that's what they were doing.

salamander and drinking, there were a few people playing.

"well, look what the mutha fuckin'cat dragged in,"Rizzo, shouted out.

They all greeted me with squeeze and someone poured me a ( I still don't know what it was ), and I sat down next to some stranger.

He must consume been the driver for one of the poker players.

His figure was Petey or PT, as we shook hands.

We sat done and sipped out, I think grappa.

PT was much older than us, he was like 45-50 while we were all around 25 age old.

"So, you're not a risk taker like the others ?"PT asked.

"Nope, always suffer to these guy rope,"I said, with a smirk.

While Guy got into their board game, PT and myself sat and chatted.

I found we had many things in vulgar, plus he wasn't bored just sitting there.

He loved hotted up gondola and motorsport, could terminate talking about car.

I was starting to get bored and thought about making rails for home.

PT must felt the vibes of my boredom and got up to study a leak.

Now I was thinking of driving to a late-night diner and getting some burnt umber into me.

In the meantime I walked outside the cover to get some fresh air and to clear my head.

The roll of tobacco filled house was getting stuffy.

Not long after the Big Griff came out and lit up a smoke.

"Fuck it's full to see you man,"He said, with his Bronx-Italian accent.

"Yeah me too, been a while since I been to the old bonnet,"I followed.

"Oh man, try this latest dirt I got my bridge player on,"He said.

I looked at him pull up out a small credit card bottle.

"What the fuck, ah nah not into pills,"I tried to tell him.

"Go on, it's the goodness material,"He shook the bottle, sounded like it was almost empty.

I didn't want too, after last meter I took one of his oral contraceptive, I stripped off and ran around the streets like an idiot.

"surface your laurel wreath, try it here or try it at home, just try it,"I did as he wanted.

A purpleness anovulatory drug rolled out of the bottleful, the size of a tic-tac.

"What is it,"I asked.

"It's last of an old batch from a bygone era,"He sounded excited.

I stared at it, puzzled.

"L S D, man,"he said, I felt intrigued.

"Where'd you get it ?"I asked.

"fountainhead you know that that Smokey Joe, the Chemist,"Griff asked.

"Yeah, what about him,"I asked.

"He just retired and lost a game of carte du jour and paid us in party drugs,"He sounded excited.

"red cent,"I looked at him.

"well this is the finis of his jack,"he said, sadly.

"choose it whenever you want, you can crash here if you want,"with that crack, I decided to pop it.

I looked at Griff and gave him a smirk.

Not having the vexation of driving home, I felt more relaxed.

"fountainhead here goes, but if I do something stupid then it's on you,"I said and popped the pill.

Griffo winked and returned back inside to his cards.

I soon went back at heart and sat back down.

PT soon returned, with beers from his cars cooler.

There was a fragrance of weed in the air, as I relaxed with a beer in my hand.

It wasn't long before PT started crapping on about cars and auto again.

My now semi fatigued reception was, that I'll correspond it out the following meter I am in the neighborhood.

"Why not now, I want to get my pick-up back to my house from piece of work,"He suggested.

"Ok, let's go,"I answered, as I didn't throw a fuck.

It was either being bored to death with car talk or cards, I was regretting not going home when I had the chance.

When we walked to his shop and picked up his pick-up motortruck and arrived at his place, my eyes couldn't believe how many musculus car he owned.

There was all these photo of him doing adventuresome stuff, like skydiving, mountain climbing etc.

I haven't done half of what he's done.

In pit lane an Indianapolis with some pit crew.

Looking at all the characterization was giving me a rush.

I wasn't sure if it was the LSD and booze kicking or what, but I was starting to feel horny.

PT invited me inside his mansion for some more cold beers, I obliged.

He ended up in his basement where there was Thomas More framed photos of him and cars and sports.

PT was slowly getting pissed and opening up more.

He started complaining about his wife a bit.

"She thinks I am that pudden-head, that while I am driving at nighttime that she's out screwing someone."He was getting a bit worked up.

I just listened.

"Look, its 11:00PM on a Saturday, where the fuck is she,"he was almost crying.

I glanced over some exposure and saw her, she was hot but no super model.

"I know the guy she's with and how foresighted it's being going on for but I don't give a shit, just show me some respect and own up to it,"he threw his beer.

I was starting to freak out, I could do was sit and wish he change the subject.

"quiver out dude, you're ruining a right night,"I pleaded.

"Yeah, yeah you're veracious, sorry,"He calmed down.

It was calm, when I looked back at PT.

Sudden I felt this urge or intuitive feeling building up in me.

PT had no thought I had taken acid earlier.

He started slowly building up and moaning about Roberta again.

While he was yapping, I sensed my stopcock growing inside my pants.

I was in a spell, not taking any of his words in.

There was Thomas More than two guys talking going on here.

"So, when she due back,"I asked, as I looked into his eyes.

"Probably in the morning, who knows,"he said.

I smirked.

"Well crony, sounds like you could use a good sucking,"I suggesting said.

I couldn't believe I just said that, as I wasn't that way inclined.

Seems like the dot had relaxed something inside me.

I then glance at PT and awaited his response.

"Are you offering or do we walk to a bar and find fault up some drunk miss ?"He asked.

"An offer !"I stood and pulled off my shirt, and then unzipped my pants.

When I pulled out my firmly cock, my centering was on his small lump in his pants.

The LSD rush made me start jerking my rooster while looking at his growing bulge.

He sat down in his recliner with a hand inside his pants, staring at me jacking my heavily peter off.

I felt my orb tightening and my cock tingling and I came all over his burnt umber table.

Then without pausing, I got on my stifle and slowly lap my cum off the java table.

I slivered across the rug to where he sat, center on the award and unzipped his pants.

The aroma of his stopcock filled my nose, as mine dribbled after cum on the carpet.

I grabbed a hold of his sash and yanked his pants down to below his knees.

Then his underclothes, I could feel my warmness pacing.

As I took will power of his cock, I felt my blood pounding as if I was having a heart attack.

I was now in full mind control on LSD, I couldn't stop myself.

As I played with his prepuce and brought it to my lips, I then sucked it into my mouth.

I was now get the better of with the job at helping hand, to make up him enjoy it.

The musky flavor was something new, as I drew his cock deeper into my mouth.

I had his prepuce in my lingua power, and exposed its glands.

The acid was hitting me in moving ridge now, so intense I was out of control.

All that was in my Earth was his cock in my mouth, everything else didn't exist.

I sucked my nerve together and slowly moved my straits up and down his shaft.

His moan, made me quicken my pace.

He let out this huge moan and his cum went into my pharynx, as I sucked up and swallowed.

At that very import a identification number of feelings and things rushed thru my mind.

I was no different than some adulteress you see on porn video, on their knees after swallowing rooster and cock and licking their lips.

No shame, while doing it.

Then other thoughts hit me.

What would Nikki think, where did Nikki go ?

volition the Potato Bros find out ?

Then there's PT and Roberta ?

This loony toons shit had stirred something up alright.

I wasn't finished, not while I was still buzzing.

With his legs on my shoulders, I sucked on his nut before my tongue found his asshole.

So I licked out his asshole and making him moan.

When he started moan profusely, I took his cock back in my mouth.

I was taking it in deeply until my gagging was a mere tickle.

Now I sucked him deep and boring, I was in an adventure he didn't have pinned to his walls.

Or will it.

With my mouth stretched by his cock and my sass slobbering goo from within, PT had a camera taking centering dead reckoning of me.

As the reality of the situation hadn't sunk in yet, I kept devouring his cock.

Slowly images hit my mind, charwoman sucking dick with cripple manifestation or full on amok women craving dick.

Curiously, I wondered what footage he'd taken and for what purpose.

At the minute I have evolved into one of those cum craving motherfucker, absolutely absorbed in the job at hand.

PT had given up on taken photos, as he could barely hold in the camera as his musket ball started swelling again.

I could taste it coming to a conclusion in my sassing, Sooner than later.

His monster tool was bulging in my throat too a great deal, that I had to yank it out and draw some breath.

While it was out, I pulled the foreskin right field back and held it upwards.

"So, tell me does your wife suck in your cock like this,"I was still under the influence of LSD.

I started kissing and tonguing his foreskin, while watching his eyes.

"No, never,"Was his answer.

As I guessed, the way he acted she probably never sucked his dick.

While I tongued his cock, I reached down and slowly stroke my own.

What I found was, that I had cum several clip without knowing with his dick inside me.

My cock was a mess of cum and pre-cum, I'd hatred to see the carpet.

I then scooped up some of my cum, and then rubbed it in to his shaft.

Then I went back to stroking his rooster, as well as teasing his foreskin.

His breathing was asthmatic as I knew he was nearing another orgasm.

So as I stroke his cock slowly, I sucked his cock's head barely in my mouth.

Before changing my tempo and sucking his cock back deep in my mouth.

I felt my mouth fill with his cum, my head buzz on LSD and dreaming of the sperm cells swimming down my throat.

He let of a big warhead, as I felt like I was swallowing and swallowing forever.

I tried to think of how recollective it took him to cum, from my kickoff to my second gear attempts.

It was then I could slowly feel the showtime sign of the zodiac of the LSD wearing off.

I lay my head near his thigh, with his dick slowly shrink in my mouth.

Within a instant, we were chatting again and drinking beers.

We had lost track of time.

I had been sucking PT's dick for over three and half hours.

He felt good about life sentence again, as if a weight had been lifted off him.



I could see he was more slack but buggered and on the verge of nodding off.

So we exchanged numbers.

I went in to his toilet and poured beer over my cheek and hair and rub my aspect with water.

It was my endeavor to washed, the cum scent from me.

I walked back to the Potato Bros place, but first I went by that coffee bean shop and ordered four coffees.

Griffo was still playing wag, but there was only three people left.

"Yo man, that was decent of you to hang out with PT last night. He's going thru some filthy squat with his bitch wife at the mo,"Griffo said.

"Are you still needing to crash or what,"He asked.

"Nah, I might head off soon,"I replied.

"Well admit some of these left over pastries with you, for drive home,"Griffo finished.

"Cool, see you side by side time and the battery-acid was awesome,"I said.

"Ah forget about it, and don't be fuckin'stranger and cliff by more often,"Griff said, and gave me a big hug.

I visited monthly for the first nine months, scoring acid from scruffy characters from saloon and clubs.

I'd call PT that I was on my way and I sucked his dick all night and then confab the Potato Bros planetary house and private road home.

Until I found out PT had sold his business sector and moved up north.

He took all his railcar and left the keys to his theatre behind and his wife.

She found a banknote stating he knew what she had gotten up too.

It's been three calendar month since I last heard from PT and his phone is going straight to voicemail.

The end.

PS I had eventually gotten used to sucking cock without acid and frequent gay Night baseball club, when I'm not with my uncoiled ally .