Today was his last night in this place. Tomorrow afternoon he’d be already somewhere far away from here, on his mission to get together with someone he “lost”.
But right now he decided to enjoy all there is for him left here. Enjoy it to fullest possible way.
Downing another glass of wine like nothing ever took place in life other than this moment.
His white hair fluttering in the wind. This club was with a great outdoor feature in this skyscraper, the view was stunning, the girls so hot, but he ought for that one person he couldn’t reach.
“Pisstake” – he thought to himself.
Right beside him two girls were making out, reminding him the great sensations when he licked the brandy off of brunette-hot-guys lips, the way he was hard and hot, with so much pressure pent up it was head-spinning. His hands reaching in this hotties pants, touching his hot end, breathing abruptly, taking in all of his scent, licking the slightly sweaty skin, a musk-like aphrodisiac effect engulfed David fully.
White hair that belonged to David were brushing across the chest of this brunette man. He was licking his perfect body, as brunette – Erick, was trying to withhold moans, for he was ready and was at his limit.
Music was pounding like crazy. David took a look at the city below – it’s still buzzing with life, it’s still living and going on, without much ado. People fall in love, get left behind, get their dreams come true, get their pent up sex on fire, have a steamy night and get back to their office life like nothing ever happened.
“I guarantee you miss me…” – music played as night was crawling by, it was “Example” with “changed the way you kiss me”, for what David understood.
Go-go girls were doing a great job at shaking it well, at getting attention, at being the hot mess you get urge to have night spent with – in bed, under the sheets. There were already few guys in suits eyeing these hotties. Indeed, their plump bodies attracted a lot of attention, yet these guys had even more to it, having quite the amount of alcohol flowing through their bodies.
David took notice of guys that danced well, that knew how to shake their ass well. There were two nice looking boys, as they were in their 20′s-something, with casual attire, their jeans being so tight around their ass – skinny jeans. One was with a ponytail, his fringe on the left side, his eyes glimmering in the club lights, his lips sweet pink and devilishly attractive. Another one was around the same age, but being all shy, almost glued to the bar, his dark short-ish hair sticking to forehead from sweat, his suit-jacket opened, tie stretched out, top buttons opened, his neck was slim, long and sexy. He reminded a spoiled brat of some company head.
“My evening toys for today.” – David thought to himself, after downing down another wine glass, licking the top of the glass.
This action was noticed by one other guy, also in a suit, but a meter away from David.
“You sure look like savage.” – Stranger spoke to David.
David looked at this stranger – dark hair, typical lawyer looking business associate, around 32 years of age, that seen through his wrinkles around eyes and mouth.
“Why would you care?” – David replied, as this guy would not avert his gaze.
“Why indeed…” – This man looked up, then back at David. – “ Maybe I’d like to be one to fuck you, but if you find it more interesting with those boys – be my guest, yet it would be a waste and I’d feel lonely.”
This whole blabbering made David laugh, thus making the idea of getting this person as a wing man to get those boys with him.
And he was so right in doing so.
Hotel room was filled with moans of young men pleading for more of the “tasty treat” David and this lawyer was giving to them, sucking hard at it, having their bottoms clench hard and suck in the “treat” provided.
This orgy was really great. David enjoyed the boy with hot lips, as those lips were eating up on his cock, then the kisses were just the right amount of sweet and sexy, not to mention that David was one to pop this boys cherry. Boy in suit with dark hair was also in a state of “dizzy from the heat”, as he was handled from front, as he sucked hard on old mans cock, then from the back he was f**ked by David, with a student sucking on the hot end. Business boy was in heaven, from what he looked like. David again was darn happy to be one to pop this cherry too.
The old man was not in Davids taste in least. So this old fart did not get a single taste on any and whole of David.
In the morning, with dawn just hitting rooftops, David was all ready and leaving the hotel suite. “Those boys were a good treat.” – He thought to himself as he pressed the button to the first floor.
Today he has a flight to catch from NY to London.
Having alcohol before boarding plane was not the best sort of time spending, but due to lack of interesting things to do – having booze was just the right thing to tend to at this exact moment in time.
Plane was scheduled to allow boarding in 2 hours – leaving a lot of spare time to be sitting in this airport restaurant and looking at pretty boys and girls.
Whiskey taste was quite peculiar, and the sweetness of candy was burning tongue. This in a way made Davids mind wander to long lost memories of someone dear to him.
Piano was keeping its musical performance along with the pianist, having the room vibrate in this strange and out of the world manner. Sun was setting down, sky turning orange.
Heart was fluttering at the sound of “Etude in E minor Op.25 No.5” by Chopin, his fingers flowing on keys producing this magnificent sound.
He was the one and only great artisan of this university. He was more interested in literature, had a habit of smoking a lot, drinking alcohol each evening as he would listen to music that varied in theme, he would throw his books off the shelves if things were not working out, grunting like a bear, then full of frustration he’d be one to walk out into the night, returning whenever he’d feel like. Yet with all these imperfections he was the top writer to date, with endless awards, producing writing that would grab readers’ heart; make even soul resonate with work.
He was evil this way. And to make me even more pissed off – we played piano so well that through loving it – I hated it.
As he played, going at it on and on, I stood next to the open window, looking at last of the students going out to dorms. While not having any lecturers around I smoked my cigarette, puffing smoke that got pushed back into room by the wind.
– Do you think I can keep on with it long? – Erick spoke as he stopped, to pay same etude from the start.
Looking at his gaze, lost somewhere within the piano keys, his dark hair strands moved ever so slightly by the wind – he himself was piece of art.
– If you on about playing – that depends on you, if it’s about the writing – you always find new things to pour out, if it’s about life – you should be the judge of your own life. I am not in least suited for this role. – My white hair were getting in my eyes, due to wind toying with it too bad. I puffed last of the smoke, chucked out cigarette bud, then looked at the lost friend of mine.
– She loves you. I’m jealous. – Erick muttered.
– Heh, not that I mind it. I have my own crush, that’s right now playing piano, being in same room with me.
Erick stopped playing, turned to see my expression. His face was so delicate in the red light of the evening sun. Chiseled sculpture that artists took so many years to create.
I smiled – he was surprised.
– You like me? Like, seriously… – Erick stuttered in his ideas, words.
– Like? No. -, I said and watched him get less tense, – I love you, Erick.
His eyes full of surprise. He never imagined I’d say something like this. We were good friends, we hung out a lot, dated girls, had sex with those, fucked around being silly, but now I was serious, he was too.
– So? What do you think? -, I approached him, standing now stretched hand away from him.
It was so long ago. The events after that were a puzzle of stray things piling up, then sprinkled with some really grotesque situations and words that made you rock hard in your pants. It was so amazing, beautiful, gritty yet innocent in a way.
But all had to be cut off due to things David got himself into. He had to leave. Leave saying nothing to no one. It was rash, it was hard, but he had to clarify the issues and pay for his mistakes.
Right now, after such a long time, with all of past dirt cleaned up, issues solved and life set financially until very death – he was ready to face his sweet punishment back home.
London. Old English cradle of merry man and diversity whores of high and low class, business faggots who loved their money and had one fun fact in common of sticking their swollen ends in bosoms of young ladies or young boys. Those filthy pigs always were fun to observe.
Plane took off, leaving behind great nation of depressive obsessive arseholes who enjoyed their own newly created perversions.
New lust was awaiting David in place that’s past recovery.