Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 00:15:11 -0500
From: Oowatanabe . <ohwantanabe@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck or Flight Ch. 8

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I finally got it out, sorry for the long delay, I couldn't leave you
hanging like that. I do appreciate all the fan mail, it makes me imagine
I'm not just throwing paper down a well, that people are sharing a fantasy
with me. Quite a thing, that is.

*        *        *

"Isn't that nice and tender?"


"Sure is Barbara, and in only a quarter of the time of a conventional
oven."


"Ok, so we've seen the Magic Oven do a roast, how does it handle
vegetables?"


"Well, you dumb cunt," I finished the conversation as I turned off the TV,"
for only 9 easy payments of $99.95, you eat all the irradiated zucchini
your heart desires."


I wasn't in a good mood. And the infomercials that came on late at night on
broadcast TV wasn't helping.


Alex was supposed to have been here this afternoon, I'd gotten his email
earlier in the week. 6 o'clock came and went, then 10, then 12. My mom had
come home, tired from work and I could hear her snoring from down the hall.


Was it too much to ask for the one thing I'm looking forward to to actually
happen?


I rolled over and buried my head in the back of the couch and moaned my
frustrations.


Despite the way I acted, I was worried about school. I couldn't
concentrate, and when I sat down to do homework it was like pulling
teeth. I had a paper to write, but I knew it wasn't going to get done
before Monday. Especially if Alex never showed.


Maybe I'm depressed.


Why is it I can get my hands on Xanax and Adderall but not Prozac. Might be
much more happy over the long term.


* * *


I must have dozed off, because I woke up against a wet spot I'd apparently
been drooling on. And on top of that, my head was pounding.


"Shit," I exclaimed, realizing it wasn't my head, but quiet tapping on the
door.


I stumbled off, quickly flattened my hair and unlocked the door.


He was there. Tall and dark, with his big hoodie and a cigarette glowing at
his mouth.


"I was knocking for like 15 minutes," He said as he blew a puff of smoke in
my face.


I wiped my nose and glared," You said after 5, I don't even know how late
it is now."


"It is after five," He offered.


"At this point it's more like before five," I complained," You know,
I... Mmm.."


He had stepped forward and pulled me to his chest. I wanted to stay angry,
but I couldn't. Not even the chilly gusts of air from the open door kept me
from melting.


With his hand he pushed my head up by my chin and kissed me. He hadn't
shaved, it felt rough against my face.


"Were you asleep," He asked concernedly when he broke off the kiss.


"Yea," I admitted and smiled at him. His eyes glittered in the dim light,
like panes of gemstones in Catherine the Great's Amber Room.


'I missed you,' is what I wanted to say, but I knew it would be wrong.


"I have something for you sleepy head," He grinned," it's in my pocket."


"I don't need to reach into your pocket to know what you're packing," I
said. In fact, I could feel it bulging against my hip.


"Not that," He laughed and playfully thrust against me," Ok. Yes. That. But
also something else."


I was curious now. I reached in with my right hand, felt his phone and went
to go for the other pocket.


"No," he stopped me," Take it out."


"What," I asked," Your cell phone?"


"Mines in the car," he said into my ear as he ran his hands down my back,"
That's yours."


"What? Really," I said, pulling it out," I can't pay for a plan."


"It's prepaid, dummy," He fondled my butt," Besides, I had to figure out
something better than email. I'm not looking for a pen pal."


It was a Nokia, pretty standard, but I loved it. It'd been a long time
since I'd gotten a gift for no reason. Well, I guess there was a reason, he
wanted me to be on call, but that was nice in it's own way.


"Thanks," I said, tiptoeing up and kissing his jaw line," I like it."


"There aren't that many minutes on there, so save all your calls for me,"
He said, stroking my hair," We're going to a rave."


"I hadn't heard of anything going on," I said.


"Well, you wouldn't, it's outside of Nacogdoches, bunch of SFA kids are
throwing it."


"I don't dance well without molly," I informed him.


"It's a good thing I came prepared," He laughed and poked me," Lets get
going."


I grabbed my overnight bag by the side of the house and locked up behind
us.


We drove a long time; over an hour. Not anywhere normal either, once we got
off the highway it was another fifteen minutes through pine tree farms
until we began to see lights.


Cars were parked all along the side of the road, and a few people were
walking to and from where we could hear music. People were wasted. Lucky
them.


"Whaddya have to warm up with," I asked him as we walked along the road,
wishing I could hold his hand.


Alex reached inside his coat and got some tabs of x and a little bottle,
the size of a tube of nail polish and slipped them in my pocket.


"What's this," I said, bringing out the bottle to inspect it.


"Poppers," He laughed," If you're going to be a faggot, it's a must."


"It's not like I decided one day, or we get a starter kit," I joked," So
when did you know?"


"Know what," He said, lighting up but not looking at me.


"That you liked guys."


"Ugh, are we really going to have this discussion," He sounded pissed off,"
This is seriously like when girls ask each other when they got their
period. I don't know, guess I knew it with this neighbor kid."


"Humor me. Was he cute," I asked," How old were you?"


Alex smirked despite himself," Yea, I guess so. 15, he was 12 or so."


"Ah," I said, making no further comment.


I'd taken him a little off guard asking questions, but I knew so little
about him. For the first time I felt I had an information advantage.


He didn't ask about my first experiences, I would have lied anyway.


The rave was outdoors, at another tree farm. All of the regularly spaced
pine trees were strung with lights and speakers, and the whole section was
surrounded by a slatted chain link fence covered with tarp and plywood. It
looked like a post-apocalyptic barricaded druid's coven.


We got to the line to get in, and I could see we were underdressed. I would
have worn white had I known. People were breaking out their glowsticks and
pharmaceuticals to such a degree that the front of the line was much
rowdier and phosphorescent than the back.


I scraped off the plastic on the poppers and asked," So what do you do with
these."


Alex grabbed the bottle, unscrewed and put it under my nose.


It was really nice, felt a heady sort of euphoria, and I got relaxed.


"I love this," I whispered to him and rubbed up against him to the music we
could hear blasting a little ways away.


"Trust me," He said with a smile, gulping down a pill," You'll like it more
later."


I swallowed a molly too, since we were nearly to the doorman.


He paid the guy, and we were let in. It was a little more of a walk to get
to the dance floor, such as it was, just pine needles and trees. A little
enclosure held the DJ, and lights and some trancy techno shone down on us
from above.


It was packed in the main clearing, at 1 a.m., people were sweaty, even
though there was a chill, some were nearly naked. The smell was B.O., fake
smoke, real smoke and pine. Kind of like a dirty car with an air freshener
on the mirror and the windows open.


I was definitely on the young side, most of these people were college aged,
I felt short and was hesitant, we just took it in for a little while at the
peripheries.


It seems the most bizarre thing until whatever you take kicks in and you
join in and you're carried away by the crowd consciousness.


When it did hit I felt carried to the light and movement like a cartoon
character following his nose to a pie on the windowsill. I didn't even
check for Alex, just drifted towards it.


I was shorter than all the guys and a good portion of the girls. It was
suffocating and delirious and I wanted to know these people, to share in
their power.


Constantly bumped into, your toes stepped on, I dived into the press.


The world shook with the bass, but I hadn't shaken Alex. He'd touch me,
latch his hand into my waistband and generally corralled me. I felt
annoyed. I'd go back to him, he didn't have to worry. I think he even
shoved a guy that had begun grinding on me, but I didn't let it stop me and
rode the wave to crash up against the crowd again.


I was a jellyfish, he was a shark. Even on x he had a single minded
purpose.


Eventually, I gave in, danced only with him. It was a singular experience,
I began to feel so connected. Eventually everything just faded away, we
might have been alone.


I don't know how long it was, but sweat plastered our hair to our faces,
and our faces were frequently plastered together. It started to feel
stranger when we weren't touching, so we began dancing so close together.


The crowd thinned out, but I was still on top of the mountain, I didn't
know why he pulled me away, but he did. He probably had 90 pounds on me, so
I guess his metabolism worked faster, he may have reached the end.


I didn't have any question about what was happening when he pushed me up
against a tree in a more secluded area, facing away from the crowd and
nearly to the wall. He'd kiss me and swallow me up and chew me to bits.


He did.


In this place and with Alex, it felt even more primal than before. I was
prey, or (not so) virgin sacrifice. I was so overwhelmed that by the time
there was a pause that I fell to my knees and latched onto his crotch, he
pulled me up though and turned me around, my face pushed cheekward into the
rough bark.


After a quick fumbling around at my belt, he peeled down my jeans. I was
damp with perspiration and the cold night air was a shock. I gasped and
cupped my package to keep it from rubbing on the tree.


His face was on my backside, first at the top of my thigh and then working
it's way up to the dimples at the small of my back. Tingles tremored their
way through my skin, his rough stubble, little nips and bites, the wetness
and surprise of it all.


I practically shot up the tree when beginning at my perineum his tongue and
teeth worked their way up between my buns. He ate me out ferociously,
circling and probing, causing my toes to curl up in my shoes and my dick to
ooze onto my palm.


He'd slap the side of my ass while he worked, or claw his way up my
spine. The must and acridity of the sweat and pine bark drew me in. I felt
as though the tree was opening up, I was being welcomed into its rings just
as Alex was invading mine.


Tongue became finger, and more fingers joined them. With spit and sweat he
pried me open, digging into me, his knuckles halting at my opening.


I was delirious, still in the throes of both kinds of ecstasy, but I was
still aware enough to ask him to hold off fucking me, he'd gotten behind me
and was sliding up and down my ass with his cock.


"Uh...uhh...in public? We...don't even have any lube," I managed put
together something coherent.


Alex fumbled around behind me and stuck two fingers up my ass. It felt like
they were coated with baby oil.


"Take a whiff of the poppers," He commanded.


I brought it out and breathed in. There was that delirium again, it was
nearly unbearable when combined with everything else I was feeling.


Apparently he was only interested in addressing one of my concerns.


"Oh fuck, ahhh," I whimpered as he put his head at my hole and began to
push in. It stretched and burned with every inch. Not as badly as it might
have though, the pleasure came almost immediately


He moved one hand from my hip to my mouth to stifle my moans. He made some
low growls, but the only other sound was the music about fifty feet or so
away.


When he was in he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up on the tree so
the angle was right. At this point, only his body weight and friction kept
me suspended.


His chest pinned me to the tree, but his hips pulled back, then reamed me
open again. I wasn't ready, he seemed to harpoon me down from my high with
every thrust. I couldn't help be trapped, the only chemical that had any
pull over me was Alex.


My cupped junk was pushed sideways as I was fucked, and every thrust
brought me closer to orgasm. I was mercifully short when it came and I
pushed back my ass to meet the latest intrusion, I felt like a pastry bag,
and his cock was squeezing everything out of me. My cum shot down the tree
in multiple spurts


That sent him into a frenzy, he pounded so hard I was nearly screaming into
his palm. It was too much. My insides seized up when I came and he made it
his mission to batter down my walls again.


"Fuck, goddamn," He growled," You're fucking mine, jesus you slut,
errrr..."


With a few final thrusts he was done, pulsing and gushing inside me. What
made that feeling so good with him. I'd do it every day, every hour, every
ten minutes if I could.


I floated back into the clouds, nearly forgetting he was in me until he
pulled out I don't know how much longer after. It was the inverse of the
penetration, a relief, followed by emptiness. It felt even worse when his
cum dripped out of me onto the ground. I should be keeping that. Why
couldn't I just have this all the time?


His mood had turned to darkness too, he wasn't touching me anymore. I could
tell when I pulled up my pants and looked at him. He'd covered up too and
seemed distraught, restless, nervous. The come down could be rough, and sex
had only pushed it back a bit.


I didn't know what to do, so I came at him from the side and put my arm
around his waist. At first I thought he was relaxing, but I seemed to just
contain whatever it was until it exploded.


"Ah," I cried as he pushed me down on the ground, it didn't hurt too much,
it was more the surprise.


He shot me a unfathomable glance, and turned and stomped away.


Was he leaving? I had no other way to get home, I nearly had to run to
follow brisk walk around the periphery of the fence.


We got to the exit, and he ducked out, not even checking if I was behind
him.


I kept after him as he continued to walk down the road to his car. The sky
behind me was beginning to bloom with sunrise, as any insomniac knows it
represents a failure, quickly approaching consequences, for only the night
offers mystery and freedom, and it is soon ending.


Up ahead I saw him lean against his car, then light up a joint.


I wanted to go to him, but I held off for a while and just stood at the
side of the road, a few cars passed, but there were a surprising number of
cars still parked. How long could you party?


The birds had begun to chirp by the time he looked my way. It wasn't
drained of the turmoil I had seen earlier, but I wasn't afraid that he
wouldn't take me home any more.


"Ugh sorry, I didn't know anyone was out here," I said and settled a couple
feet away from him.


He gave me a perplexed look then a pained smile," That's the first thing
you said to me."


"I know," I replied, meeting his eyes.


"You always want something from me. You smell smoke, you come for a joint,
you see my dick and you're begging for it. I feel like a fucking vending
machine. It's never enough," he was ranting.


"No, it isn't," I said resignedly," not for anyone."


"There have to be happy people out there somewhere," he seemed to be
pleading," It can't all be this bad."


I thought a bit.


"I'm happy when I see you," I grabbed his hand, hoping he took it as
sincerely as I meant it.


"God, what the fuck am I doing," he said, squeezing my hand until it hurt.


I didn't know what he was doing, besides me. He was so opaque. Sometimes he
was tender, sometimes I felt afraid of his moods. It was irresistible and
scary.


"Sometimes things look better once you get to sleep," I suggested," Are you
ok to drive?"


"Yea, I am," Alex said, standing up and stretching. He seemed to be through
the worst of it. "Lets stay with my cousin in Nac."


"Alright," I said. I'd go wherever he took me.