I Care About

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I Care About




The sounds of voices murmuring about are drowned about me. I don’t care about anything any longer. Well, almost anything. There’s very little that I care about right now, one thing I do care about is the glass of scotch in my hand. I make sure it keeps getting filled up after I drink it. Other then that I don’t care any longer. My wife threw me out almost a month ago, after so many years of doing everything that she wanted from me, I come home with a suit case and some of my clothing. What a way to get kicked out, especially after I found myself on forced vacation. Now I’m staying at a cheap motel that’s a few blocks down the street from this bar that I have been visiting every night. So like I said I could care less about anything any longer. I tip the glass back hearing the clinking of the ice before I set it back down and order another one.

“This seat taken?”

I cringe slightly at that soft damnable voice. I don’t want to answer so I don’t. But this guy sits beside me anyways. The guy that sits beside me is the reason my life went from honey dory down into the gutters of this city.

“What do you want? Come to torment me more?” I ask him and he can only do his nervous like chuckle against my ear.

“Ah come on Lt. I haven’t seen you about harassing me in awhile, call me selfish but I miss it.”

I roll my eyes at him and wait until my glass is filled again before I swing it back. The burning aching feeling from the drink makes me cough once. Selfish he says. It’s because of him that I get the whispers of crazy behind my back, that no one takes me seriously any longer. I slip my hand through my full set of graying auburn hair, it’s a mess, hell I’m a mess. I can feel his blue eyes staring at me.

“Can I get two beers?” He asked the bartender nearly shyly.

“Didn’t know you drink,” I reply and he laughs softly.

“There’s allot of things you don’t know about me Lt.”

And for some reason I look up at him, his words holding a double meaning to them. A double meaning that I can not place due to the alcohol that’s already clouding my thoughts.

We sit there silently, well I sit there silently while he talks about work, and shit I could care less about. But I don’t shut him up, how can I when the guy’s buying beer. So we sit, drink, and he talks. The minutes tick by, turning them to hours, and before I know what the hell has happened, I find myself being pressed up against a wall by him and our mouths are trying to devour one another’s.

He taste like beer against my tongue, and some pasta too. Must of eaten before he came to me. My hands are grasping his hips hard as he grinds himself against my hip. He’s thin, but I don’t care right now. It’s been too long since I’ve had another person, and that’s including being with my wife. His hands are grasping my hair tightly as we kiss feverishly, his voice is making these needy little whimpers into my mouth that I swallow up. He breaks away from our kiss, his face red and his eyes are lusty. I can’t help but nip at his bottom lip making him gasp and writher against my body.

“Lt. please. . . . door,” he moans out.

As much as I would love to harass him, I let him go so he can open the door. Once it’s open he grabs me by my neck and kisses me again, pulling me into the apartment. My hands are on his ass now grasping and groping it as I toe the door shut and push him further into his tidy apartment. A tripping of feat and a dog’s yelp makes us tumble over the arm of his couch. I growl softly looking at the jack rustle terrier, the dog looks back at me with a look that says ‘you tripped on me I should be growling at you’.

“M-Milo go on boy.”

His voice is breathy and horsed a bit from the kissing. I look down at him and we both have the same idea. Too many clothes. Fumbling with drunken hands we strip each other of clothes. I look down at his pale thin body and I nip at his collar bone making him squirm under me, our legs are entangled with one another’s and it’s driving him crazy. I like it.

“Bedroom. . . . please.”

He’s moaning for me, and it’s intoxicating how much that this guy wants me. I get off of him and help him to his feet, before making our way to his bedroom. As soon as I am inside I can feel those stupid and silly pajamas against my feet. I pick them up and look at them before I look at him. My mind goes blank as I look at the position he had placed himself in upon his large bed. He’s laying on his back, legs up and spread far apart, feet planted onto the mattress, his face is to the side upon several bunched up pillows. His hands are running up and down his stomach slowly teasing me to hurry up to him. And how can I make him wait?

I crawl up to him just as his fingers brush over his hard and reddened shaft. Pre-cum is already leaking out of the head of it. And I lick my lips as I watch him leak some more.

“Lt. Please,” he begs out for me. His blue eyes are needy and his voice is wanting more.

I bend down and lick from his balls slowly up to the weeping head taking what pre-cum has already spilled out. He tastes salty, but it’s a distinctive salty taste, something that is him. He tosses his head back moaning loudly at just that simple act of my tongue. One hand goes into my hair and the other hand is curled into the pillow beside his head. My hands move across his flat stomach going up further to tweak his nipples. He nearly cries out from the twin sensation. He’s got sensitive nipples.

His head is thrashing against the pillow as I continue to assault his nipples, adding to the nipple assault I lap at his head tasting more of his pre-cum flowing onto my tongue and down my throat. I twist my hips grinding myself against his mattress, I’m extremely hard right now. I don’t ever remember getting this hard for my wife or even any of my past girlfriends before tonight. I pull away though as soon as thrusts his hips up for more of my tongue. He whines loudly from me leaving him, but I couldn’t help it. I ain’t no cock-sucker. Nor have I ever had sex with another guy.

“Lt.?”

“Mitch.”

He blinks at me and then smiles.

“Mitch. There’s lube i-in my dresser,” he said pointing across the room.

I growl softly and get off the bed and searched for it. Once I get it and I turn back around he’s already changed positions and is now on his knees, his hand on either side of his head waiting for me. Dear god was he trying to make me cum before anything happens?

Instead of waiting for a reply I get back up and kneel behind him opened the top of the lube and poured some into my hand slicking up my fingers. I know what I’m doing, you never go one time without having some past girlfriend wanting to experiment. I smirk and can’t help but slap one of his tender round ass cheek. He gasps and his hips thrusts forward moaning at the end of his gasp.

“You like that huh?” I ask him and slap the other cheek.

“Ah! Oh yes. . .”

I smack his ass now one cheek at a time, feeling his body writhing and hearing him moaning like a whore under me. I grab a red cheek and pull it a bit to the side, looking at the clenching hole there. I press my finger against it and watch as it opens for me begging to have something slip inside it. I don’t deny him this. I take in some air loudly as the heat and tightness of his body surrounds my finger. He moans along with the intake of my air, moaning louder now like an even bigger whore that hadn’t been screwed for a while. He grips the bed below him begging for more already. I add another finger and start to pump them in and out of him. I can’t hold out for much longer, and apparently neither can he.

I pull them out quickly, slather whatever is on my hand onto my length and press the head against his semi stretched hole.

“Mitch. . . . oh Mitch please! Please fuck me.”

I grab his hip and slowly start to push myself inside of the undying heat of his body. He screams in pleasure over taking my growl, his head is thrown back in bliss as I seat myself halfway inside. I close my eyes trying to concentrate on not blowing my load so soon. But the withering body beneath me is not fucking helping me, I hit his ass making him gasp and moan.

“Hold the fuck still.”

“Yes sir,” he moans out and I can’t help but smile at his submission.

I breathe once, twice before holding my breath and plunge the rest of the way inside of him, holding him tightly so he wouldn’t move. He screams again and I’m starting to grow a kink with his screams. I don’t wait and pull back only to plunge into him again. He screams in pleasure once more as I make our pace fast and hard jabs. I’m moaning and can hear him gasping out my name with each jab I give him. He’s pushing back against me though, so I know he’s truly enjoying this rough treatment. I move to lay partway on his back as I wrap my arm over his shoulders and haul him back so that he’s sitting on me as I pummel him. He’s already close from the feel of his muscles clenching about me, and I know I’m not too far behind him. My hand goes to his shaft and just one pump of my hand has him diving off of the deep end.

His back arches and he’s slammed down on top of me as he cums within my hand. I grit my teeth as he squeezes me until I cum deep inside of him. He’s gasping for air as his body slumps forward onto the bed. And I black out.

When I do come to, I’m in a bed with sheets covering the lower half of my body and he’s laying on my chest. I want to lash out at him for this, but I have no more strength to fight this guy away from me. Instead I brush my hand through his short brown hair and just watch him sleeping and mumbling something in his sleep.

One day I’ll find a way to prove to everyone that I’m not crazy, and that Stanley Ipkiss is The Mask. But for now, I’ll just let himself worm his way into the few things that I care about.

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