Thursday, September 22, 2005

The depths of my debauchery

Wednesday, September 7, 2005
Steve's house

Everyone's got their own way of winding down.

Some people take bubble baths. Some kick back with a beer. Some do crossword puzzles.

Me? I watch porn.

The Hun. BangBus. OxPass. CumFiesta. Mr. Chew's Asian Beaver. Qmov. One ultra-hard core, ultra-close up, ultra-graphic depiction of sexual intercourse after another; each teenaged, big-breasted, pouty-lipped, completely shaved, loudly moaning female somehow hotter than the one who came before.

I sit and watch, and feel that familiar tingle. I look down and see that bulge, and I watch as my hand makes its inexorable way underneath my boxers.

I rub and stroke and pull, and marvel at how a part of my body can double in size so quickly.

There's an art to jerking off. You kind of.... tease yourself. You stimulate yourself, almost to orgasm, then you back off, just a bit. Then you do it again, and again, until you are so horny that your balls ache. Then, THEN, when you can't stand it anymore, you release.

I'm watching a video on Qmov. "I want it in my ass," says a horny teenaged girl.

The film cuts to two guys with impossibly huge schlongs violently DP'ing her. Her asshole is stretched cavernously wide; her pussy turns inside out as she gets fucked. "Ughhh," she moans.

My cock goes stiff, stretching against my boxers. It feels good! I reach down for it, squeezing it between my fingers, outside my pants...


My computer room is in a finished basement. The third step from the bottom squeaks when you step on it. I've been meaning to nail it down, but I haven't gotten around to it.

Someone is coming. Instinctively, I let go of my pants and click the little black "X" in the upper right corner of the screen. I turn to my right.

It's my cousin Jenny.

She walks crookedly across my carpet, as if blown by the wind.

Is she drunk?

"Hey Jenn!"

"Hi!" she blinks in slow motion, and for a moment, I think she's nodded off where she stands, but slowly her eyelids open again. Her movements are deliberate and lethargic, like a toy that needs new batteries.

I always leave my garage door open all day, and only close it before I go to bed. The door that leads from garage to kitchen is always unlocked, too, so anyone who was inclined to do so could enter my house very easily. That's just what Jenny did.

"Are you ok?" I ask, searching her face for clues. But my gut feeling is that she is loaded.

"I'm afraid I've had a little too much to drink." She gropes behind her for the couch and pats it, to make sure it's not going anywhere. She plops down. "Bill and I had a very. large. argument."

A large argument? Shoulda super-sized it. You woulda saved money!


"He took a two-month job out of state without discussing it with me."

"Out of state where?"



"I know."

She is rocking this way and that in her seat, as if she were on a boat. "I'm sorry, Jenn, I'm sure he-"

"What were you watching before, Steve?"

"Nothing," I chuckle.

"Tell me!"

"Jenn. Guys are different. I'm sorry if I offended you, but you didn't ring-"

"Steve. TELL me!"

My stomach flips. my cock, which had gone back to normal, rises back to instant, rigid attention. She wants to fuck. SHE WANTS TO FUCK!

"You really want to know?"


"It was a girl. Getting DP'd."


"Double penetrated. One in the front-"

"And one anally."

"Yeah, so that's what I was watching," I say, staring intently at the baseboards.

"Show me."