Blow Me in the Studio
By
Annabel Bastione
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2012 by Annabel Bastione
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Jerry trudged up the long flight of stairs, following Scott's irregular footsteps. It was clear that he was drunk as hell and could barely stand. Not that Jerry felt any better himself, but he did like to think that he was slightly more in control of the entire situation.
His tipsy mind recalled events that happened earlier in the night: him meeting Scott, going together to dance, to the bathroom to suck one another off, and having more drinks together afterwards. Flash forward past a drunken bar fight, a nearly successful robbery and a rough taxi ride, and now there Jerry was, standing on the flight of steps that would lead to Scott's place at last.
A small door stood unassumingly at the end of the dingy hallway coated with black mold and all manner of mysterious substances. Jerry in all his stupor was disgusted enough to make an effort to traverse the hallway in slow, careful steps so as not to come into contact with anything. Being led by the hand at least made it easier for him to walk straight, but with Scott possibly being even drunker than he was, it was unclear who was truly supporting who.
How did such a large man as Scott manage to go through that tiny door every single day? Scott mused before chalking it up to just another one of the many mysteries in the universe.
Either way, they eventually found themselves staring at the small, slightly moldy door. Fumbling around in his pocket, Scott finally managed to take out his keys before gloriously dropping it like the drunk that he was.
Jerry heard the clink and grew irritated. His vision blurred as he bent down, beginning to see double of everything, including the shine of the metallic key ring. Not good as he needed his motor skills for the job. With much difficulty, and by some sheer miracle, Jerry managed to pick it up without puking or passing out.
Shit, just how many keys are on this ring? Jerry thought, annoyed with the object in his hands.
Before he realized, Scott snatched it from Jerry's hands suddenly, putting on of the keys into the lock which thankfully, turned.
The wondrous 'click' as the door unlock sounded like music to Jerry's ears as he desperately needed a toilet bowl to puke in or a bed to pass out on.
The drunken duo stumbled into the small apartment. Jerry looked around wildly, spotting a toilet bowl behind a semi open door, he staggered towards it. Reaching it, he dropped to his knees and began to puke out his stomach contents.
Somehow, the phrase 'too drunk to fuck' suddenly flittered into his mind, he smirked at how true it currently was to him now.
Dithering around the small studio apartment, he found on a worn king sized bed an unconscious Scott lying on his side. His shirt half unbuttoned and his pants half pulled down.
Jerry would have helped him undress, but he was similarly too inebriated to do anything.
Falling forward onto Scott's soft bed, Jerry's consciousness similarly also quickly faded away.
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Jerry's eyes opened, it was still dark apparently and his head hurt.
He felt something wet on his cock.
Looking down, Jerry squinted as his eyes gradually got used to the darkness. There was a large dark figure near his nether regions, probably Scott.
Jerry relaxed, lying back on his head. If Scott suddenly wanted a cock in his mouth too, there was no way he was going to stop him.
Closing his eyes, Jerry subconsciously smiled as he relaxed and enjoyed Scott's expert technique.
He felt himself growing harder and harder under Scott's stimulation. Scott, noticing Jerry's cock finally becoming aroused and getting harder, responded enthusiastically.
Jerry's eyes widened and his mouth fell open, agape as Scott went down deeply, burying the entire length of Jerry's dick straight into his mouth and down his throat.
A low moan escaped from Jerry before he could stop himself.
Crap! Jerry thought, what if Scott knew that he was awake?
It did not matter though as Scott continued his good work.
Gripping Jerry's erect member in one hand, he gently stroked it from base to shaft while he sucked on its head gentle, feeling the contours of the underside of Jerry's penis with his tongue.
It tasted so good for Scott, drunk or not, Jerry was simply too hot for Scott to resist.
Even if I were sober I would still go down on him in a heartbeat, Scott mused as he upped the intensity of his blowjob.