


Scratch Ch. 01

by Ravenblackerotica



Category: Group Sex
Published: 2016-12-04
Updated: 2016-12-04
Packaged: 2017-05-08 13:39:34
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/scratch-ch-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2788845&page=submissions
Summary: An 18 yr old boy is introduced into the porn industry.
Erotica Tags: 3Some, Blonde Sex, Brunette Orgasm, Eating Pussy, Erotic Drama,
Erotic Story, Funny Erotic Story, Hair Pulling, Political Drama Erotiec,
Threesome Ffm
Average Rating: 4.59






        Scratch Ch. 01


His hand became lost in her dirty blonde hair. She pressed back against him
wildly, like an animal desperate to itch her scratch. With his fingers
clenched around the back of Lindsay's neck, her long hair drowned his fingers
and palm. Joseph felt his breathing begin to get the better of him as he ran
his right hand down the curve of Lindsay's back. He felt the humid moisture of
sweat forming at the center of her skinny frame of her back. His hand
continued down around her tight ass cheek as he released his cock from her
pussy before thrusting back inside her.  
  
"Ohhh..." Lindsay cued, tucking her wrist over her mouth. She looked over her
shoulder at Joseph. Her eye brows were high with a look of helpless submission
as he squeezed what little meat she had on her ass cheek. "Oh, Joseph- ah-
Fuck me."  
  
"Shhh," Joseph hushed her glancing at the bedroom door at the foot of the bed.
He knew they had fucked much louder in the past and none of Lindsay's sisters
or parents had heard then, but getting caught with his pants quite literally
around his ankles by his girlfriend's Mother was definitely not something he
wanted tonight.  
  
He lifted a leg onto the bed and dug his hips forward which made Lindsay fall
forward on shaky arms. She grabbed a pillow and bit down on it to muffle her
cries as he penetrated her. The tightness of her pussy clenched around his
thick shaft was unbearable. He felt himself nearing the edge of no return.
Joseph's hands traversed her entire body. Cupping her small perky tits as they
bounced with every thrust. Her hard nipple scraping his palms as he squeezed
her breasts.  
  
"Fuck me- yes. Yes..." She cried into her pillow.  
  
Joseph crammed his shaft into her, leaving a quarter of its base out until he
began to flex uncontrollably. Leaning forward, he spooned her as he crammed
most of his cock inside her and held. Sucking on the back corner of her neck
and tasting salty sweat and fruity lotion, he felt spurts of cum pump deep
inside Lindsay's drenched pussy.  
  
"Mmmm..." Joseph groaned between hot pants in Lindsay's ear. She breathed in
cooing moans as she steadied her breath and they collapsed on each other.  
  
Time passed slowly that night. They twisted in the sheets of Lindsay's bed.
The sweaty bodies of teenagers folded in intertwining layers of limbs. Lindsay
quickly let the test of sleep take over as she slipped away, her nose tucked
away in Joseph's chest. He watched her sleep for most of the night. Envying
her simple life and simple goals. He knew it wasn't right to classify her life
as 'simple.'  
  
_After all, whose life was not complicated as fuck?_ Joseph thought.  
  
However, having dated her for most of this senior year of high school, he knew
her definitions of problems, while severe for her and most other eighteen year
old girls, were nothing compared to others. He knew this just as well as he
knew his family turmoil that turned his stomach that night and twisted his
thoughts from sleep, did not matter in the grand scheme of things.  
  
But those thoughts were all that mattered to Joseph. And he hated it.  
  
Dawn peaked through the Eastward facing window of the bedroom sending cracks
of sunlight through the curtains. Lindsay had her phone in hand before Joseph
even knew she was awake. He thumbed the bunched sheets on his chest having not
slept all night. His fingers followed the crevasses up and down. "What are you
watching?" He asked, looking over to Lindsay curled in the corner of her bed,
her face buried in her phone.  
  
"Your dad," she giggled. "He's all over the news."  
  
"I'm sure he is," Joseph mumbled. His eyes never leaving the monotone shaded
ceiling.  
  
"He's really going to win, huh?"  
  
"Probably."  
  
Lindsay smiled to herself as she clicked another clip to play on her phone.
"People are already sayn' that he should be running for President this year.
You think he will?"  
  
"He's running for Senator this year," Joseph said with the slightest tinge in
his voice. "Can't run for President and Senate."  
  
"I _know,"_ Lindsay said as she smacked his leg with the back of her hand.
"Next time. Or in like 8 years or whatever. You think he'll run then?"  
  
Joseph shrugged sitting up to his elbows, "probably." He moved to the side of
the bed, trying to escape the topic.  
  
"You know," Lindsay probed. "Blake has been talking a lot of trash about you
online..."  
  
"You're friends with him online?"  
  
"We had some English project together."  
  
"...when is Blake not talking?" Before Joseph could stand she trapped his
chest in her arms as she nuzzled into the back of his neck.  
  
"Got you." She said in his ear. "You know, if he's the President that makes
you the... First Son? First Man?" Lindsay toyed.  
  
"More like Third man," Joseph broke a smile, rubbing her arms.  
  
"Na uh, it doesn't work like that!" Lindsay squeezed him tighter. "You and
your brothers would all be First Sons and your sisters would be the First
daughters. Aaaaand..." Lindsay tongued his right earlobe. Lightly teething and
pulling on it as her hot breath sent shivers down Joseph's back. "When _you_
become President, I can be _your_ First lady." She dragged her fingers through
Joseph's thick brown hair as she lightly cooed a moan in his ear, biting her
lip, and whispered, "...or your first slut."  
  
Joseph smiled and pushed his head back against Lindsay's, "If you're looking
to be the next First Slut," Joseph said sarcastically, "I wouldn't count on it
being with me." He stood. The sheet falling from his naked body as his limp
penis swaying between his thighs. His body was hard but not like a chiseled
body builder that spent their days and nights lifting metal barbells. Joseph's
chest and stomach were muscular, but softer. Giving him the toned look of an
athlete, though, to his father's- and father's career's disappointment, Joseph
refused to participate in any school sports.  
  
"I'm just saying..." Lindsay teased as he got dressed. The sheet covered only
part of her thighs as her skinny breasts hung free. "You're a Conwright.
You're an _American Dynasty,"_ she smiled shaking around a news article
displayed on her phone. "We can be like fucking royalty here- or do whatever
we want... why do you want to leave?"  
  
He had his jeans on and his long sleeved shirt bunched in his hands while he
looked around Lindsay's room. It was small and cozy, with the walls covered in
pictures of singers and male celebrities. The floor was a mess of clothes and
piles of school books and papers.  
  
"Mmm. You know what _I_ think it is?" She followed his gaze around the room
and giggled as she pulled him back to her by his waistband. "I think you're
too used to eating with your silver spoon and rich families, and loaded
friends."  
  
"Hm, have you met my friends?"  
  
"Whatever. You have no idea what it's like to have nothing. Look at this
place, it's like a closet in your parent's house. Can you imagine growing up
here?"  
  
Joseph turned and put his shirt on, looking down at her with a grin. "This is
a two story, five bedroom house. I don't think you're slumming it."  
  
"Whatever. My Daddy basically bankrupted us with this fucking house and
tuition at Lawrence High. Your parent's parent's have been running this
country for like years- hey, where are you going?"  
  
"I gotta go," Joseph sat and slid his shoes on one at a time.  
  
"Aww where?" Lindsay asked like a child, sticking out her lip.  
  
"Sunday morning breakfast before church," Joseph sighed.  
  
"Hahaha!" She fell back in the bed laughing to herself. "You fuckn' serious?
Since when you go to church? Come back to bedddd..."  
  
Lindsay pulled on his shirt and he leaned over her giving a long kiss as he
tucked her hair behind her ear. She groped at his groin. Rubbing on the front
of his jeans up and down until he had to pull away as he felt himself stirring
in his pants.  
  
"Not now, my _first_ lady. I have a special request to attend today." Joseph
said checking his phone.  
  
"Since when do you do a thing Conright senior says?"  
  
"This was a different Conright's request, I'll see you tonight, am I picking
you up, or meet you at the club?"  
  
"Jessica wants me to go to this lame ass car show with her and her dad...
ugh... I don't even know when I'll get out of there, but I'll just meet you
there, babe."  
  
"Alright, I'll see you boo," Joseph winked at her as he opened the door.  
  
Lindsay was on her stomach texting on her phone already before the thought hit
her, "oh, happy birthday, baby!"  
  
**The Breakfast.**   
  
"-and that is what is most... I don't know what word to use. Impressive?
Gutsy? Reckless? About Congressman Conright's outburst last night. Now he's
doing his little dance in the media of, 'an emotional outburst due to the
stress this President has put on the country,' but honestly, I see this more
as a calculated-"  
  
Joseph turned off the radio as he pulled down his private drive. The street
was all freshly watered grass, freshly trimmed trees, and freshly planted
flowers. A manufactured private community isolated from the troubles and
pollution of the outside world. Joseph often thought of where he grew up as a
1950's sitcom brought to life in color.  
  
_Maybe that's why I grew up different._  
  
At the edge of their property was a line of news vans along the public street.
Joseph's father would be pleased. He turned down the winding driveway that
travelled down the acres of land. Their estate was well hidden behind the
hills of green and landscaped trees.  
  
Joseph parked his Dodge Charger beside Frabricio, their Gardner who hovered on
his haunches beside the house pulling weeds. They exchanged head nods as
Joseph went in through the garage.  
  
"Late night?" Larissa said stirring something on the kitchen stove. He hadn't
even cleared the garage door to the house before the interrogation began.  
  
"Yeah, sorry, ma," Joseph said. "It got late so I just stayed the night at
Josh's."  
  
"Mmhmm," Larissa gave him an under eye look as she stirred eggs in a pan. He
knew she didn't believe him, but the lie was enough to keep _the_ conversation
from happening. "You coming to church this morning?"  
  
"Sure," Joseph stretched and yawned, leaning on the stairs banister.  
  
"You've got to wear something nice, lots of cameras out there. Here let me get
out of your way," Larissa moved so their cook, Ms. Gomez, could access the
stove to turn the sausages. Larissa never cooked, except eggs on Sunday
morning. She wasn't even good at cooking the eggs, but Joseph suspected she
did it just so she didn't have to lie to reporters about cooking for their
family. "Breakfast is in ten and your brothers should be here in any minute.
Go tell your sister, okay?"  
  
He yawned again and nodded going up stairs. His mother didn't need to specify
which sister even though he had two. He wasn't on talking terms with
Stephanie, his year younger sister, for the past year or 8, give or take.
Joseph considered changing... or showering... or brushing his teeth, but he
refused to give his father the satisfaction of him getting dressed for
breakfast. Their house was decorated like that of a museum. High ceilings
connected to white walls with huge paintings framed in elaborate designs.
Decorative vases and furniture pieces placed in odd locations which made it
difficult for house keepers to properly dust.  
  
_Only thing that'd improve this place is a gallon of gas and a good strike of
a match._  
  
"Ally Mc Ally," Joseph knocked and entered the room at the end of the hall.
"I'm here to collect my birthday present, woman."  
  
Alyssa was sitting in the corner of the room looking out the window. When she
turned, she wiped tears from her cheeks as she tried to smile. "Shut up,
birthday brat. Even for a morning person, you're still loud as shit."  
  
"Hey..." he said sitting on the bed beside her. "I thought the rule was only
the birthday boy or girl gets to have a shitty day. Not the birthday boy or
girl's sister."  
  
"I'm just-" she started and quickly began to shake as she hugged herself. "I'm
just so fucking nervous. Like you have no idea."  
  
"Al, you don't have to do it today, I mean, I'm with you a 100% either way,
but nothing say-"  
  
"If you don't want me to do it today, I completely understand," Alyssa said
wiping her nose. "I mean, it's your birthday."  
  
"Yes, don't want you infringe on all the fun of my birthday church excursion,
my birthday lecture from dad, or- oh yes, let's not forget about my birthday
family breakfast where we get to hear more tales of Monica's great injustice
by the man for getting a traffic ticket." Joseph and Alyssa both smiled some
at that.  
  
"God, she's never going to shut up about that is she?" Alyssa sniffled.  
  
"Not until "Daddy" has that officer's badge," Joseph said.  
  
Al and Joseph had always been close, ever since they were little. Alyssa was
two years younger than Joseph and the only member of his family that neared
the realm of normality. In a family that was ran like feudal lordship,
normality was a rarity. She was tall for her age but had an average body size,
with some thickness in her thighs, hips, and chest. Her black hair was usually
kept tied in a ponytail to keep it out of her thick black rimmed glasses. So
far, Al and Joseph were the only two Conrights that weren't contributing to
the Family political career by having a useful title. ...sports athlete, star
something, honor role...  
  
"Look, do it today, don't do it, it's up to you." Joseph shrugged rubbing her
back. "You fall I follow, right?"  
  
She smiled with her head hung over her lap, "right."  
  
"...What's Sam say?"  
  
"The same," Al shrugged. "...Basically."  
  
The front door down stairs opened and a chaos of noise filled the quiet house.
Nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, dogs... the house was alive with movement.
Their mother's voice yelled at dogs, their brother's voice yelled at nephews.  
  
Stephanie stuck her head inside Alyssa's room for the briefest of seconds to
yell, "Mom said, breakfast, slut." Before running down stairs.  
  
"Come on," Joseph stood. "Rubber eggs aren't getting any better."  
  
The table looked like it was set in a 1980's thanksgiving catalog. The men
were dressed in a wash of light colored bad sweaters, the women in matching
dresses. Even Joseph's two adorable nephews, Chad and Haze, were dressed as
step ford husbands. _6 year old boys wearing matching sweater vests... I
wonder if they take turns mutilating squirrels,_ Joseph thought_._  
  
"Jo jo!" They screamed when they saw Joseph round the table.  
  
"What's up little guys?" He patted their heads like dogs needing a good rub.  
  
"Oh- uhh here," Denise edged her way between the boys and Joseph. "Don't want
to mess the kids' hair before all the cameras arrive hehe." She parted their
hair as they fussed in their seats.  
  
"Hello, Denise," Joseph sat at the table and felt accomplished when he saw how
messy he'd made their hair.  
  
"Hm. Hi, Joseph," Denise said with a stressed giggle. "How are you? Happy
Birthday!"  
  
"Thanks."  
  
Denise was nice enough considering she was married to Thomas. A little too
nervous-coffee-jittery for Jo's taste but she was still was years better than-  
  
"There he is- whoa, little brother, is the homeless look that popular these
days?" Thomas said with a grin as he sat their infant daughter in the high
chair. "What? No hello hug? Hello high five??"  
  
_I will not murder my family. I will not murder my family. I will not..._  
  
"Hey Thomas..." Joseph forced a smile.  
  
"Here," Thomas reached across the table holding out his fist. Joseph pounded
it. "Boom! Happy Birthday, bro!"  
  
_I will not murder my family. I will..._ Thomas was his eldest brother and
father's gift to humanity. Despite being a ginormous tool and a bit more
talkative, Thomas was a spitting image of father. Even now he sat in his suit
carefully enough to ensure no creases formed. Jo leaned forward and caught
himself staring for an awkwardly long moment at Thomas' shoulder, looking for
a spec of dandruff or a single strand of dog hair.  
  
_He's like a goddam robot, how is that even possible? He has two Great Danes,
3 kids, and he looks like he just came off an assembly line._  
  
The help continued to fill the table with platters of food. Breads and
biscuits, jelly and jam, eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, gravy... Having been to a
number of fancy dinners, Joseph learned the larger the dining table the larger
the dinner. Like everything else in this world. The food prepared was not
about what people wanted, but what looked best for the camera.  
  
Stephanie clacked in on her high heels, shooting Jo a dirty look from above
her cell phone as she sat leaving an empty chair between them. Stephanie was a
year younger than Jo and lead varsity cheerleader. _...yup..._  
  
Bruce came in next, giving Jo a long look before, sitting down, followed by
Mother. Bruce was four years older than Joseph and the embodiment of
everything Jo was not. He was a star wrestler and football player. Soon to be
graduate with honors in college, followed by his current family cliché, law
school. Larissa gave Jo a double take. "Joseph, I asked you to change your
clothes- you could have at least washed your hair."  
  
Jo was wearing the same long sleeved rock band shirt and jeans he'd wore the
night before. He left his greasy hair messy in parts and matted in others.
"Ahh. You said for church," Jo held a finger up. "This is just family
breakfast, right? I could put on a vest- Hey Haze!" He yelled down to the end
of the table where the children sat. "Can Uncle Jo Jo borrow your sweater
vest!?"  
  
"Jo Jo!" The boys yelled and started pulling their vests off. Their nanny,
whom sat beside the boys quickly jumped into action to keep their clothes on.  
  
"Hey!" Bruce snapped, at first towards the boys then to Joseph. "Keep it down.
Father's on the phone."  
  
Father's footsteps and murmured voice could be heard from the kitchen pacing
back and forth. Joseph glared at Bruce and Bruce glared back. _Run into a wall
run into a wall run into a wall..._ Jo thought one of these days he could will
his sibling into doing it.  
  
"Where's Alyssa?" Larissa asked.  
  
"She's coming," Joseph answered. On que, Al walked into the room already
trying to avoid eye contact and sat beside Jo.  
  
"Hey gorgeous!" Thomas exclaimed, his arm around the back of Denise's chair.
"I missed you, sis, how have you been?"  
  
"Heh, fine, a lot of school work, you know," Alyssa said.  
  
"Didn't see you at the prom dance last night..." Stephanie held her phone to
the side as she leaned on the table. "You or your boyfriend, thought he was a
junior?"  
  
Joseph glared at Stephanie as did Alyssa.  
  
"Stephanie," Mother warned. "Elbows." Stephanie lifted her elbows from the
table top, and with a smug smirk went back to her cell phone. "Bruce," Mother
changed the subject. "Why don't you go get your Father."  
  
"Okay, but, he's on the phone..." Bruce gave his, _are you sure?_ Look.  
  
"Oh..." Mother nodded. "We'll wait, then."  
  
The dining room was silent as everyone sat staring at their empty plates. Jo
scratched his shoulder and realized his hand still smelled of pussy. _Heh
whoops..._ He wondered why Lindsay hadn't started blowing up his phone yet for
pics of his family- time, but as he smacked his thigh pocket and found it
empty he realized he left the cell in his car. _Lindsay would fucking love
this_, he thought_. Epic breakfasts, photos being taken as we walk to
church... I could propose to her in a text right now and she'd say yes. He
shook his head._  
  
"Wibbletons out," John Conright announced as he barged into the dining room.
"It's official, I'm the new Lead Co-sponsor of the Bill."  
  
"Alright Dad!" Bruce said clapping his hands once. Joseph eyed him
suspiciously, wondering if he was going to try to start a slow clap.  

"Great job, honey," Mother said.  
  
"So it worked then?" Thomas chimed in. He was sitting strategically to
Father's right.  
  
"Yes," Father said shaking out his cloth napkin on to his lap. "It was a bit
of a dirty business and not typically the kind of press we want to make, but
it had to be done."  
  
It was all over the news last night. Joseph was happy to ignore it, but
between make out sessions, Lindsay pulled up a video of the President's
special address to congress. His speech itself was mundane and politics as
usual, but what took headlines was the Florida Junior Congressman's outburst
in the midst of the speech.  
  
"You're killing our soldier's!" Father had shouted. In the news he spun it as
an emotional moment that overtook him as he could no longer sit by and listen
to the President's lies about the wars. In reality, he had spent a month
planning this with his team. Polling suggested he would lose his race in a few
months to be in senate, mainly due to popularity.  
  
"The bill should go through by a landslide," Father continued as he scooped
some bacon on his plate. "And now that I'm chief sponsor, it should put me
over the edge for election time."  
  
"Ah ah ah!" Mother warned. "We say grace before eating and taking the world
over." Everyone chuckled except Alyssa and Joseph who just stared at another.
They held hands as Bruce said grace. Joseph and Alyssa used to always play
this game, whether at church or the dinner table where they squeezed each
other's hand harder and harder until one gave up. But not today. Joseph
squeezed her hand and got nothing in response. He looked to her and saw her
knees bouncing wildly as the nerves built.  
  
Joseph turned to his father while the others had their eyes closed and head
bowed, but John Conright didn't either. His iron jaw was clenched as he stared
daggers at Joseph and what he was wearing.  
  
"Amen." Everyone else said. Forks and knives clanged on plates as they dug
into breakfast.  
  
"Joseph," Father started and Jo mentally began pulling on his armor and
dawning his shield. "So nice for you to join your family for breakfast for
once... if only clean clothes can join you, too." Bruce and Thomas snickered
trying to lighten the comment or enhance it.  
  
"I'm telln you mom," Stephanie droned on to Mother. "If Daddy doesn't make an
example of this Officer, the Conright name might be..."  
  
"Sorry, I missed the family viewing party last night, Dad," Joseph replied. "I
heard your spontaneous, emotional, and heartfelt comment, had quite the
effect."  
  
Stephanie quieted down quickly as the awkward air slowly brewed. "Ohh, it's
okay." Father said drinking his coffee. "You're 18, graduating soon, and had
Prom last night. I wouldn't want to deprive you of that."  
  
"Actually, I didn't go," Jo replied.  
  
"What?" Father snapped.  
  
Thomas looked between the two of them. "Bro, how could you not go?"  
  
"It's easy publicity," Bruce added on. "You show up with a nice car and
expensive tux and you make local papers."  
  
"You'll regret it," Thomas added.  
  
"Alyssa didn't go either!" Stephanie blurted out. The men paused before
turning back to Joseph.  
  
"How can you be so selfish?" Bruce accused. "It's election season. Every story
matters, like Dad says."  
  
Joseph laughed and turned to Bruce, "maybe you should ask Dad to stand so you
have an easier time at kissing his ass."  
  
"Wha-" a flare of anger shot through Bruce's face.  
  
"Joseph!" Mother denounced.  
  
"Sorry," Jo said staring at his brother Bruce. "In no way does Bruce ever ever
_Kiss Dad's ass..."_  
  
"I've got..." Alyssa blurted out. "...something to... say." Jo turned to her
almost wanting to tell her 'no, don't do it.' He could already feel his
family's wrath taking aim.  
  
"I didn't go to prom either last night... with Jeffery," Alyssa said
nervously. "Because I'm not really dating Jeffery..."  
  
"Haha I knew it," Stephanie laughed. "Who would date you?" Jo shot her a look.  
  
"Stephanie!" Mother warned, again.  
  
Denise spoke in almost a whisper over the table, "you've got two more years
for Prom, hon. It's okay. I didn't go to prom my sophomore year, either."  
  
Father didn't care about Alyssa's attendance or not. Father always treated her
with indifference. She was not stick-thin skinny and did not cake on make up
like Stephanie, so photo ops with her were not necessary. He was fine with
keeping her out of the news.  
  
"That's fine, Alyssa-" Mother started.  
  
"...and..." Alyssa continued. Even Joseph felt a ball of nerves forming in his
gut. "And. Ahh... I'm dating someone else... ... Her name's Sam."  
  
For the briefest of seconds hung a moment of calm while the table processed.
Like the time between seeing a flash of a nuclear bomb and hearing the
explosion.  
  
"Hahahaha!" Stephanie tried to cover her mouth. "I knew you were a dyke!"  
  
"Alyssa! I mean- Stephanie!" A flustered Mother snapped. "Quiet! Alyssa,
honey... Are you sure you're..."  
  
Joseph watched Bruce and Thomas watch their father.  
  
"Gay? Yes, mom, I'm sure I'm gay," Alyssa responded. "I've been gay as long as
I can remember. And now I'm sick of hiding it. Sam is sick of hiding it.
Everyone can fucking know."  
  
"Haha Can I switch seats with someone?" Stephanie continued relentlessly.  
  
Jo leaned over the table to see Stephanie's face, "how about you just move
your seat into traffic, and solve God's mistake right now, huh?"  
  
Before Mother could try, Father's voice boomed. "Today. Of all days?"  
  
"I'm sorry Dad! I just thought-" Alyssa spoke with tears already filling her
eyes.  
  
"Thought! Thought!?" John Conright stood. "Of course you're gay! You dress the
part, never have boys over, except that queer one, but now. After a month of
planning of finally, topping the polls, you want a Republican Congressman to
announce his daughter is gay?!"  
  
Alyssa's face was buried in her palms as she cried. Joseph shot to his feet,
"Dad shut up!"  
  
"Screw you, Dad!" Alyssa pushed away from the table and ran for the stairs.  
  
"Don't talk to him like that!" Bruce stood in front of Jo. "He's just telling
the truth. She's been in the closet this long, it can wait another year."  
  
Joseph pushed Bruce who immediately went for Jo's legs pushing him onto the
dinner table.  
  
"You stupid fuckn-" Joseph swore as he punched Bruce's ribs.  
  
Everyone screamed and legs of chairs screeched on the hard wood floor. Arms
wrapped around Jo's chest and his brother's as they were pulled apart. Jo was
pulled around the corner to the living room.  
  
"Take a deep breath!" Thomas ordered.  
  
"Get off me!" Joseph pulled away, pacing in the doorway.  
  
Thomas held his hands up, "easy...easy, Bro."  
  
"Piece of shit!" Joseph yelled about no one as he struck the wall.  
  
"Alyssa, honey!" Jo heard his mother yell for his sister as she stormed down
the stairs and ran outside. Jo's thoughts were cloudy at best. Simply being
around his family was like poison suffocating his lungs. Every time they
talked or he saw their face it only showed him how unbearable living there
truly was for him.  
  
His father entered the room. His hands already on his hips as he eyed his only
disappointment for a son. _The son that was politically useless..._  
  
"Well, Joseph," Father said. "It seems turning 18 doesn't stop you from acting
juvenile."  
  
"It also doesn't make your assholeness more tolerable," Jo said, stiffening
his chest for a fight. John Conright's jaw angled down on his son. As a child,
his father would spank him or take his belt to his ass for talking back. In
adolescence as Joseph's smart mouth grew so did his size, and Father could
only punish with vague threats of spankings and a looming figure to stand over
Jo. Now a man, Jo was about as tall as his Dad and physically stronger.  
  
As he poked the bear, Joseph could see his father's thoughts cycling through
punishments, extortions, black mail, and threats. Trying to think of a way to
put Jo back in his place. He knew threatening to cut Joseph off from the
family and sending him off on his own was no threat, because Jo wanted it. And
once free, Jo would be even more of a political liability and his Dad would
have no control over him.  
  
The stare down lasted a long moment before Thomas broke the ice. "Jo, maybe
everyone's emotions were high, so Dad didn't say it the best way, but he's
right. This kinda thing is what gets a politician unelected. Dad provides for
this family by holding office. He's only thinking of the family as a whole."  
  
Joseph sneered a dirty snicker as he shook his head, "I can't tell if you
actually believe that shit, Thomas, or if you're just as full of shit as hi-"  
  
"Enough!" Their Dad boomed. "Thomas? See to the girls." Thomas gave a final
look to the two of them before leaving the room.  
  
"You've always fought me," Mr. Conright said. "I gave you this house, cars,
opportunity... none of it is good enough for you. You're a spoiled brat and
you'll never listen to me. Can't dress nice for press pictures, won't do
sports, won't even go to church to make your mom happy. But you do care about
your sister Alyssa..."  
  
John Conright crossed his arms as he glared at Jo with the slightest of smirks
in the corner of his mouth. "I don't have time to deal with you or your stupid
adolescent problems. I've tried for 18 years, if you haven't learned now, you
won't. I've got election season starting and now, I have to deal with Alyssa's
queer bullshit. So this is what you will do. You will go to church from now
until election. You will dress well, and you will show up to every family
function that is photographed by the press. And besides those times, you will
stay out of the press and do nothing to embarrass the family or jeopardize the
election. That means no stunts, no fights, nothing stupid shared on social
media. Finally, you will find your queer sister and convince her to stay
closeted until my PR team can run some polls and come up with a strategy for
this mess she creat-"  
  
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Jo exploded. "You're... I would never do
any of that for you! I will never do any of that, ever!"  
  
"Yes, you will," his Dad spoke calmly as he stepped into Jo's personal space.
Jo tensed considering the ramifications of punching his Dad. "If you do not do
every single one of those things to the letter, I will cut you off from the
family-"  
  
"Go fucking ahead and do it!" Jo yelled.  
  
"And I will cut Alyssa off from this family," his father finished. Joseph's
mouth hung open as he took a step back from his Dad. "I'll kick her out from
the house on her 18th birthday, not pay for her college, and take her car
away. But between now and then I will slowly leak documents, videos, pictures
of her to show her as the kind of terrible, gay, ingrate who deserves to be
cut off from her family."  
  
Jo was speechless. He was prepared for battle with his Father. He knew he'd
take his share of wounds and hardships, but he didn't think John Conright was
capable of this. Their entire family knew Alysa well enough to know she wasn't
a strong willed person. She had a gift for loving everyone she met
unconditionally, until they gave her a reason not to. She was impressionable
and naïve, but a good person. His Father knew this would crush her and worse.  
  
John Conright stepped forward, again, and whispered, "I don't care how small
it is, if you do anything to risk this election, I will bury your sister in
dirt, then I will bury you."  
  
They stared at one another, again, but this time it was different. This time
there was a shaky glass look in Joseph's eyes. A look of fear swirled with
anger that couldn't be tamed, while John's eyes were hard as rock.  
  
John Conright stepped back and said, "go. Get out of the house today. I want
you to think hard about how you will deliver what you owe me for the summer.
Go." He ordered.  
  
As Joseph went to leave he saw Stephanie, his other sister hiding in the
hallway. Her body frozen and a twisted look of curious wonder on her face as
she processed whatever she overheard of their conversation. Without even
changing, Joseph got in his Charger and left. His Mother saw him leaving and
tried to call for him to stop, but Jo couldn't hear anyone over his thoughts
at that point.  
  
**The Crew.**   
  
Jo let himself into Anna's house as he always did and made for the stairs.
Anna's dad was a single parent of an odd daughter. He sold insurance of some
kind to fortune 500 companies around the world, so he was never home but
always had plenty of money.  
  
When Jo started down the stairs he wasn't trying to be quiet, but Anna's house
had one of those rare stare cases that didn't have a creaky stair in it. By
the time he was half way down he could already hear his friends.  
  
"-would you shut up, he's gunna be here any minute," Jo heard Anna whisper. He
stopped short before completing the final stairs and revealing himself.  
  
"He's not here yet!" Michael said. "I just- I don't know. It's his fuckin'
birthday, maybe- maybe we should wait to tell him."  
  
"What if she's at that club?"  
  
"After that? No way she's there."  
  
"God, I hate clubs, they're soo... loud and-"  
  
"Goddammit, Josh, can you stay on fucking topic!"  
  
"What's up sluts?" Joseph said feeling too uncomfortable to continue spying.  
  
His friends exchanged a quick glance of apprehension that filled a pregnant
pause.  
  
"Hey hoe." Michael said putting his phone in his pocket.  
  
"Tsup bitch." Josh said taking a drink.  
  
"You guys are idiots," Anna finally said. They sat on a grouping of plush
black leather couches that formed a horse shoe around a coffee table stacked
with half full liquor bottles, cans of beer, and various snacks spilled open.
A large TV mounted ahead of them displayed a video game on pause. There was a
pool table with balls knocked about on top behind the couches on the other
side of the stairs entrance.  
  
"Why? Do you prefer to be called hoe?" Michael said with a smirk.  
  
Anna held up her fist, "go ahead, needle dick. See what happens."  
  
"What is that your dick pumping hand?" Michael laughed followed by Josh and Jo
cracking up. Anna lunged from the couch. "Oh shit!" Michael followed suit,
clamoring over the back of his couch. He circled the pool table while being
hunted by Anna. The cat and mouse game ended with Michael tripping in his
drunken stuper and falling in front of the couches only to be pummeled by
Anna's body punches until he submitted.  
  
Anna was the only one of the three he went to school with. Anna was also the
only person at school he actually hung out with- besides his girlfriend,
Lindsay, of course. Michael who had a soft stomach, messy hair, and thin
glasses, and Josh who was skinny with a shaved head, both went to S. Brook
High. Public school. They were friends of Anna's that quickly became Jo's
seeing as though he had none. But Anna was the interesting one. She was tall
with an athletic build and hidden curves under her layered clothing. Keeping
her blond hair in a ponytail, she usually wore jeans and men's t-shirts.
Somedays she'd wear a form fitting top under a hoody, but never by itself.  
  
Joseph took a hard swig of Tequila from the bottle as the others laughed and
Anna stood over Michael. His mind still swirled with what they were talking
about. Part of him wanted to just say it aloud, and stop the drama. But really
he wanted to turn his thoughts off. He didn't want to think of graduation,
college, politics, or any of this bullshit. He wanted to just get fucking
annihilated drunk tonight and forget everything.  
  
Jo took another drink and texted his sister.  
  
'Al!'  
  
'Wat!' She replied.  
  
After leaving the house this morning he called her while driving out of town.
She was still in tears but over at her girlfriend's house, at least. He stayed
on the phone with her until he could at least get her to laugh some and told
her it would all be alright. He didn't tell her about their Father's threat to
cut her off from the family and ruin her life if Jo didn't obey. _She had
enough on her plate..._ He spent the rest of the day alone in his car or
walking trails in the woods, which was not uncommon for him to do. He waited
till Anna started texting him how his Birthday was going before heading over
to her place.  
  
'U stayn at ambers 2night?' Jo texted.  
  
'si.' Alyssa replied  
  
'slut'  
  
'Lol! fuck you. U dying of alcohol poisoning somewhere tonight?'  
  
'lol si' Joseph was glad she was sounding more like herself.  
  
'make sure u pass out face down on top of a hill'  
  
'lol wtf y?'  
  
'so you don't drown in a vomit puddle idiot!'  
  
'lol best advice ever.'  
  
"Jo, you gunna jack off on your phone all night, or you gunna drink!" Josh
kicked his leg.  
  
Jo kicked him back with a grin, "fuckn' drank!" They cheers'd fifths of
tequila.  
  
"Hold up hold up..." Michael shot to his feet and grabbed a fifth of whiskey
for himself and Anna.  
  
"God help me..." Anna mumbled to herself as she took it.  
  
"To our boy, Jo Jo turn'n 18! Happy Birthday, asshole." They clanked bottles
and each waterfall'd several shots into their mouths. Half of which Josh spit
across the floor and Michael. Another fight ensued.  
  
The taxi came sooner than anticipated, as always, and everyone scrambled. Anna
had probed Joseph over what had happened earlier with the family breakfast,
but Joseph glossed over the details and Anna caught the hint to the change in
subject. More alcohol ensued.  
  
Anna got the phone and slobbered her way through the conversation telling the
driver they'll be right there. Everyone took a frantic swig of tequila before
stumbling over each other in giggles out the door.  
  
"You go to bar?" The driver asked suspiciously staring at the troop of
teenagers cramming into his car. Anna sat up front with the driver as the guys
piled into the back.  
  
"Ow! Goddammit Josh," Joseph yelled as Josh's bony hips smashed into his.  
  
"Hhsss not me," Josh said. "Its gigantor here!"  
  
"Fuck your mother," Michael said trying to squeeze in the back.  
  
"Anna!!" Josh cried. "Switch with thunder cheeks back here!"  
  
"Umm no," Anna said. "Sarb-sorby. Er-" Anna covered her flush cheeks as she
giggled. "Sorry about them- um. No- no bar. It's a house we're going to. A
house..."  
  
"Anna!!" Josh cried again. "Come on! You can sit between me and Jo Jo..."  
  
Joseph couldn't help but feel a pull of uncomfortableness strain in his throat
as he waited to see if she would sit beside him. Anna had always been hesitant
to sit beside him, he'd noticed. Hesitant to touch him even. She'd always
hugged Josh and Michael, even some other boys he didn't know at their school
but the most contact she chose to give Joseph was the occasional punch, slap,
or push. He didn't understand it but he never forced the issue. He figured she
didn't trust him as much as the others yet, or maybe didn't like him as much.
_Whatever._  
  
"Anna!!"  
  
"Annaa!" Michael joined in chorus.  
  
"Goddam-" Anna stormed to the back of the car and switched seats with Michael,
letting him fall to the concrete. She sat with Josh between her and Joseph.  
  
"Ahh okay," the cab driver said. "We go now?"  
  
"We go now," Michael repeated.  
  
"Haha okay."  
  
The private party was thrown by a classmate, Robbie Tommens, at Club Rain.
Tommen was another trust fund boy with poor supervision, but he was everyone's
friend at school. Because he had the market cornered when it came to weed at
Lawrence High. Even the owner at Club Rain owed him a favor or two,
apparently, seeing as though they opened their door to a private party of high
schoolers. Everyone came to Robbie's parties. Though most came driving their
daddy's Ferrari and not in a taxi.  
  
"Seriously? 800 people?!" Michael asked as he passed a soda bottle filled with
whiskey back to Anna.  
  
"842," the cab driver nodded.  
  
Anna coughed swallowing a shot and passing it on, "all of them'er boatboat-
boat workers?" She laughed covering her face.  

"Didja have any hot Indian ladies that worked for ya?" Josh downed a shot as
Michael laughed.  
  
"Ooohh, hehe no women, no."  
  
"Yeeah... I'd go to America too."  
  
The cab took a left down a busy road and turned into a parking lot. The spaces
in the lot were lined with a rainbow assortment of expensive cars that
glistened in the moonlight.  
  
"Okay now," the cab driver said. "It will be $68."  
  
"You heard him, sugar tits, pay the man!" Michael roared with a laugh as he
stood up.  
  
"I'mmgunna make you my bitch," Anna slurred a laugh as she searched for her
purse. "Goddammit!"  
  
"What?" Joseph asked.  
  
"I forgot my purse at 'ome, shit!"  
  
"Likely story!" Josh pointed.  
  
"I got it," Joseph said reaching for his wallet.  
  
"No, it's your birthday!" Michael shouted. "We got this. Josh, come on, fork
it up." Joseph watched as Josh and Michael scrounged together $71 to cover the
fare, and in that moment, felt more with family around these three that he'd
known for a year than when he was with his real family, Al excluded. He knew
that Josh and Michael were not trust fund babies and had no money that they
didn't earn in their pockets.  
  
"Lets go, sluts!" Josh said leading the way to the house.  
  
**The Party.**   
  
"Shots!"  
  
The club was a mash of every stereo type imaginable. Nerds, band geeks, jocks,
rockers, sluts... When The DJ blasted a beat that reverberated through the
dark dance floor and echoed along the crowded bar to the private seating that
flashed in low blue lighting.  
  
"Lets goo!" Josh groaned over the music.  
  
"Noooo!" Michael yelled. "Are you fuggin kidding this is awesome!"  
  
"Shuddup! Where- where is he?" Anna said fumbling to grab the nearly empty
bottle of whiskey on the center table. She had lost her hair tie hours ago as
she brushed her blond curls to one side. "I still think we should tell 'im."  
  
"Who?" Michael asked.  
  
"Joseppph!"  
  
"Pretty sure you said nott to tell him," Michael searched through the dozens
of empty beers littered around their private booth they staked claim to the
second they arrived. While the more club savvy veterans grinded on the dance
floor, groping each other and comingling throughout the place, Anna and her
crew didn't stray too far from their own.  
  
"I juss don't want to keep secrets from him."  
  
"Oh my goddd," Joseph droned into his hands. "I'm literashly standn' right
here!"  
  
Josh, Michael, and Anna shot up and saw Joseph standing with four beers
clutched between his fingers.  
  
"Oh, heyyy buddy..."" Josh said through an awkward grin. "Where'd you get the
beers?"  
  
"This chick witha weirdass name at the bar, bought me-" Joseph nearly spilt
two beers pushing them onto the table. "Hey! Don'ts change the subjects- just
tell me already, what is this big secret?"  
  
"You are not nearly drunker enough than you should be," Michael yelled over
the music as he slapped the side of Jo's arm. Jo looked to Anna who bit her
lip looking to Michael or Josh to speak.  
  
"Umm..." Josh started.  
  
"What. Is. Up! My birthday boyyyy!?" A voice rang from behind Jo before he was
tackled by a bear hug around his arms. The shaggy hair blanketing Jo's face
mixed with the extreme odor of weed gave away his attacker immediately.  
  
"Tommen, what's up man?" Jo turned having to grab the wall to keep from
falling.  
  
"Dude, I been talkn' to the bouncer. He's got some crazy fuckn' stories, you
know what I mean?"  
  
"I'm sure-"  
  
"Look at this shit!" Tommen yelled at the dance floor. Hundreds of bodies
mashed into another. It was beyond midnight and not even the AC could keep the
humid fog of all of the body heat from raising in the air. "What's up Anna-
boys?" Tommen said looking at the rest of the gang. "Hey, Jo Jo, my man, I'm
sorry to hear about this bullshit you going through, on your birthday! No
less! Harsh."  
  
"What you mean?" Jo shook his head. At first he thought Tommen was talking
about the political drama with his father, but realized if it didn't have to
do with the legalization of Marijuana, Tommen didn't follow politics. Jo
wished he didn't follow politics. The mere thought of his father brought bile
to his mouth. Stomach acid to splash to his tongue.  
  
"Baby!" Her high pitch voice slammed into his side as Lindsay wrapped her legs
around him. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"  
  
"Hey..." Joseph fell against the wall catching her. Her lips mashed against
his sloppily and drunk. Her legs slid down his bodily lifelessly.  
  
"I'mmmm just gunna..." Tommen backed away slowly before disappearing into the
crowd. Jo could taste the peach vodka on her tongue and smell the rich coat of
pot covering her skin. Jo broke the kiss separating her from him. "Whoa now."  
  
"Mmmm," Lindsay swooned a drunken look up to Jo. "I... missed you..."  
  
"Someone's been pregamin' hard," Jo said holding her hips. "How-how was your
car show?" He looked up and saw a shadow move by him. It was Anna. She shot a
glare in his direction as she stomped towards the bar. _What's her problem?_  
  
"What are you doing? Let's dance! Lets go and-" Lindsay's hand slid down his
abdomen and groped the crotch of his pants.  
  
"Whoa-" Jo brushed her hands from his jeans and felt a vibration permeate from
his pocket. He reached back to his pocket and retrieved his phone figuring it
was his sister.  
  
"You're legal now, baby," Lindsay whispered loudly as she turned. She grinded
her tight sharp ass in wide circles against his crotch. "Maybe you deserve a
treat."  
  
"Oh yeah?" Jo spoke half interested. His home screen showed a text from an
unknown number. Flashes of annoyance filled his thoughts as he thought of his
father or brother sending reminders of being on his best behavior.  
  
It didn't even make sense since it wouldn't be an unknown number texting if it
was in fact his family but that was the worst part. The illogical worry. It
was that he was 18 and his own man now, but still he was just a pawn under his
father's thumb. Even swallowing 5 beers and an insurmountable amount of
whiskey couldn't hide his worry. That voice in the back of his head. The ball
in the bottom of his throat. The suffocating feeling that this is his life now
and forever. Looking at his incoming texts and calls, worried it would be his
overseer warning him, directing him... controlling him.  
  
He clicked the message. It was a video. It was a crowded house party. He
recognized a face or two from school. Assholes he'd never talk to. Then the
video went dark and it was a bedroom. There was a built guy shirtless with his
jeans around his ankle fucking a girl from behind. She had dirty blonde hair.
He couldn't hear the video over the base in club but Joseph moved the phone
closer to his face anyways. It was Blake laughing in the video. It was Lindsay
moaning in the video. It was Blake laughing as he fucked Lindsay from behind.  
  
**The Drink.**   
  
"What?" Lindsay asked turning around. Joseph had dropped his hands from
Lindsay's sides. He stared at the video that wouldn't stop. She giggled in the
video and made faces like she was a porn star. Joseph turned his shoulder
pushing Lindsay away from him. "What the fucks-"  
  
"Fucking you!" Jo yelled still watching his phone. "Fucking you!"  
  
"Joseph!" Lindsay yelled. Josh and Michael looked at each other awkwardly.  
  
"Fucking you too!?" Joseph thrusted his phone in her face so she could see. He
felt the welt in the bottom of his throat swell. He felt the voice in the back
of his head scream. "You!?"  
  
In his rage he felt his eyes blur and hand tremble. He can't trust ANYONE.
When his eyes focused he saw passed Lindsay's shoulder to the man grinning
behind her. Blake Sweet stood with his friends surrounding him. Blake Sweet
with the half popped collar and swollen shirt. Blake Sweet who is the
embodiment of everything Joseph was not.  
  
"Seriously?!" Lindsay turned on him sharply. "You fucking sent it out!"  
  
Blake smiled with shrug as his boys laughed falling on each other's shoulders.
Joseph shouldered past Lindsay nearly causing her to fall.  
  
Blake beamed a grin, "really, I was doing you a favor by letting you know your
girl's a slu-"  
  
Joseph's fist cracked across Blake's jaw sending him spinning to the floor.
Before he could throw the next blow, hands were gripping and pulling at his
arms and chest. "Fuckn asshole!"  
  
"Blake!" Lindsay yelled shouldering past Joseph. Blake lied face down
motionless. "Jos- Jo! Listen- wait, just wait,"  
  
"Get out of 'ere!" Anna shouted shoving Lindsey by the side.  
  
"Bitch," Lindsey whined.  
  
Jo ripped his arms from the grip of strangers that still restrained him,
glaring at the woman he thought was his girlfriend. "I was talking to you, you
_fucking asshole."_  
  
"Oh my god, Blake, Blake wake up," Lindsay leaned over Blake as he groaned
awake.  
  
"Dude, you knocked him the fuck out." Josh laughed from behind Jo. Blake
stirred and his friends gathered him and his rubbery limbs. Jo half expected a
brawl- probably ending in his pummeling, but to his surprise Jo was only shot
a few jagged looks before Blake was helped away with Lindsey sniffling in toe.  
  
"Bad fucking ass," Michael said slapping Joseph on the shoulder.  
  
Jo whipped around, "You guys knew? All of you?" He glared at Anna the hardest.
"Thanks, friends. Leave me to be fucking blindsided."  
  
"Joseph I'm-" Anna yelled after him.  
  
Jo walked away for the bar, "forget it, I'll find my own way home."  
  
_No one. No ONE!_ Joseph sat at the bar with his fists clenched and a snarling
growing across his lips. _No one no one no one- I am absolutely alone. I have
no one!_ He wanted a drink or ten to forget himself. To forget the world, but
he wasn't even old enough to order one. _What's the point of this world? This
life? Any of this shit._ His mind replayed the drunken camera footage of his
ex-girlfriend getting fucked in his mind over and over. _The whole thing- her
dating me, being with me, it was all a joke. A big fucking joke on him..._  
  
"Looks like someone could use a drink..." A lady spoke sitting in the empty
stool beside him. She was skinny. Her red top breezed open and closed with
every movement. It had slits along the sides of the fabric revealing her waist
and stomach. But no matter the amount of skin she showed on her hips, it was
not enough to distract from her large firm breasts that pointed for Joseph.
"You owe me one, remember?"  
  
"Oh yea- yeah, right," Jo shook his head remembering. She was the girl across
the bar who'd bought him beers earlier in the night. "Sorry its- I'm..." he
sighed, shaking his head. "Funny... I'm actually not old enough to buy
alcohol."  
  
She leaned in closer, "me neither," she whispered with a naughty grin. "Three
shots of tequila." She said to the bar tender with three fingers then turned
back to Jo, "it helps if you have big tits."  
  
Jo laughed with the girl, "I'm sorry, thanks for the drinks I just-"  
  
"What? Oh my god, are you gay?" She asked.  
  
"No! no, I-"  
  
"I mean I didn't think a gay guy could punch a guy like that."  
  
"I'm straight I'm just..." Jo looked to the ceiling as if god would break
through to give him an alternate story to tell. "I turned 18 today, but my
prick father has black mailed me into being his bitch for life. My girlfriend
and only friends have hid the fact that my girlfriend- ex-girlfriend had been
fucking a piece of shit at school behind my back."  
  
"Wow..." The girl said sliding a shot in front of him. "So you just turned
18?" she said with a coy smile. Her long blonde hair floated over her lips.  
  
Jo laughed rubbing his face as if to wipe the stress free and looked around
the crowded bar. "You know, there's a sea of douchebags ripe for the pickings
here, right?"  
  
"Don't try to convince her otherwise," another woman said, reaching between
them at the bar. "I've already tried." The woman had long flowing auburn hair.
She wore a short navy blue dress that barely covered her ass cheek as she
leaned. She grabbed the third shot that was in front of no one and drank it
fast.  
  
"This is my friend, Jasmine, and I've done the bad boy thing before, ugh.
Always disappointing. You're not bad..."  
  
Joseph circled the rim of his shot glass with his finger as Jasmine took a
stool on the opposite side of her friend. "And what makes you so sure I'm a
good guy?"  
  
"I said you're not a bad guy," she said pulling her blonde hair back and to
the side, revealing her long slender neckline. "I hope you're not a good guy."  
  
Joseph smirked raising his shot to hers, "my name's Joseph, by the way."  
  
"Call me Strawberry," she said seductively, licking her lips before they
downed their tequila.  
  
**The After Party.**   
  
Jo attempted to ease himself to the futon in the dark room but more fell-
tripped into sitting down on it. Luckily, his lady friend was busy whispering
to her friend through the cracked door to notice. It was not very large, but
every wall had some kind of love seat or couch against it. There were small
lamps on the wall that gave off a low glow of blue light, which was just
enough to illuminate the furniture. "Thisssis very unsanitary," Joseph made a
face at Strawbarry who drunkenly closed the door with her back. "Can yous
imagine how bright this room'd be with ah black light?"  
  
The bass from the club still beat through the walls. Strawbarry walked wobble
legged on her heels and giggled as she mounted him. Her hands bracing on his
chest, she started to cuing even before her lips touched his. Joseph's hands
cupped her lower back as her blonde hair shrouded their face and almost in
slow motion, her lips fell to his. She kissed him soft at first, then
breathing him in she pressed harder on him, kissing messily. Her hips dug into
his. Her hands were busy stripping him down. First his shirt, then her fingers
went to work on his belt in a frenzy. Jo wished he could contribute more to
the effort but multitasking was not much of an option at this juncture. In
fact, considering how much he drank in the past hour, consciousness would have
been debatable if he didn't have a gorgeous 19 year old undressing him.  
  
She slid down between his legs like a serpent with a devious smile as she
licked her lips. Her right breast already falling from her red top. She
struggled with his cloth belt for a moment but Joseph was in a trance staring
at her face. _She's waay hotter than Lindsay... fuck Lindsay. Stop fucking
thinking about any of them!_  
  
"I guesss Ishould probably help you that belt huh?" Jo said with a goofy
giggle.  
  
"Yea ya jerkshahah," Strawberry laughed pressing her head to the thigh of his
pants, giving up. She made a pouty face as her right hand rubbed the crotch of
his jeans and she groped his hard shaft. "Mmm I want it..." She wined like a
child.  
  
"That's if it even works," Jo undid his belt easily and paused. "Did I just
say that out loud?"  
  
Strawberry collapsed into his lap in a giggling frenzy.  
  
"I think I'm drunker than I think I thought-" Jo shook his head laughing with
her. "No. I'm done talk."  
  
She pulled his jeans down and palmed his restrained cock through his boxers.
"Mmm... I'll mmmake it work!"  
  
Joseph gave her two thumbs up and kept his mouth shut. _Does she even remember
my name? I don't even know this girl. What if she has herpes? I don't even
know her name. Yes. You do. Strawberry... no way. Maybe its Barry... and she
added straw..._  
  
"Oh my gawd!" Strawberry said, though Joseph was still unsure if that truly
was her legal name. His delayed reaction was more delayed than he realized. By
the time he tried to ask 'what,' Strawbarry had ran to the door. She
disappeared out the room leaving the door wide open and Joseph sitting naked
with a pair of boxers around his knees.  
  
"Well..." Joseph said to himself. His hands fell heavy, smacking his thighs.
People walked pass the door too and from the bathroom and Jo laughed at the
randomness of where he found himself. _What is going on? I can't even feel my
face._ He rolled his head from side to side on the back of the couch. _...this
room has to be used exclusively for sex..._  
  
Strawberry fell into the door and she stumbled to her feet. "See!" She pointed
at Joseph. Jasmine walked in the room and before onlookers followed,
Strawberry closed the door, finally.  
  
"Oh my-" Jasmine repeated walking closer. Joseph followed their eyes down to
his crotch and saw his half limp member slumped over his thigh. "You're a
natural born star, huh?" Jasmine's hand fell to his shoulder as she clumsily
sat beside him, curling her slender legs up to her side. Jasmine was older
some. Maybe mid-twenties? With more of a tan and a curvy plumpness to her ass
and tits, some could argue her sexiness over Strawberry.  
  
"Hey, handsssoff missy," Strawberry sat on the other side of him. Her hand
grabbed his cock like a toy in the sandbox. "This one's mine- Godd. It's like
a whip haha." She whipped his cock left to right and watched the head bob back
and forth. "I never realized how fun these are before!" Strawberry giggled.
Joseph remained smizen. Half smiling, half frozen as he was attacked by
beautiful women.  
  
_Is this real life?_ He felt like he needed to slap himself to know, but
thought it'd ruin the moment if it was real life.  
  
"I mean you work with big cockssall day buts you don't get to play with them,
you know?" Strawberry mused still shaking his member. Her movements turned
from playful to full strokes going from the balls to the tip of his cock
unexpectedly.  
  
"Ohm," Jo released an unexpected moan.  
  
"Mmmmm..." Strawberry curled into crook of his neck at the sound of his cu.
Biting her lip, she nuzzled below his ear.  
  
"How big is it?" Jasmine asked, her hand cupping his inner thigh as she slid
it down and back up again.  
  
"I don't know..." Jo shrugged.  
  
"You never measured?!" Strawberry slapped his chest playfully.  
  
"Doo most guys do measure that?" Joseph asked, making a face.  
  
"Liar..." Jasmine added.  
  
"Nooo I'm not, but howbout thiss. I'll let you measure it if you tell me one
thing," Jo held up a finger. "...is Strawberry your real name?"  
  
The girls looked at another and collapsed to his thighs in a giggling fit.  
  
Strawberry flicked her hair to one side as she swung her leg over his hips.
Her left hand held his shaft firm, pressing it between their smushed stomachs,
stroking it some as she tongued his left ear, shooting shivers down his spine.
"It's more of a flavor really," she said his ear. "Want to taste?" She
whispered, pulling back far enough to make eye contact.  
  
Before he could answer, she had dropped her spaghetti strap from her right
shoulder and pulled out her large breasts from her dress. Needing no more
invitation, Josephs hand palmed the side of her boobs as his tongue made a
long hard lap on her erect nipple. His free hand gripped Strawberry's hips
grinding them on his lap as his lips encircled her nipple and she began to
moan and the grip of her palm tightened around his shaft.  
  
His first thought was, _wait, this doesn't taste like Strawberry??_ But the
clumsy pumping of his shaft reminded him- _whatever._ Joseph squeezed her left
ass cheek and bit the tip of her nipple slightly making her free hand grab at
his hair as her thighs clenched in his lap.  
  
She moved down after a moment and kissed him hard. Her lips were wet and warm
like how Jo was already imagining the inside of her pussy would be. Jasmine
had disappeared from sight as he closed his eyes. His tongue twirled with hers
as he palmed her firm tit roughly and she moaned. Eyes closed, Joseph felt
Strawberry start to move to his side while holding the kiss, and he went to
follow but was stopped.  
  
Jasmine's lips were kissing gently down his ribs as she stole glances up at
him. Her long, straight, auburn hair breezed over his thigh as he saw her hand
replace Strawberry's around his shaft. By now his cock was throbbing. _I don't
know who I'd call, but if this ended right now, I'd have to call someone about
this hard on 4 hours from now,_ he thought.  

She stroked his shaft, Jasmine's eyes locked with his the entire time. Even as
she licked and kissed my soft head. Then like a dildo from a porno she smacked
her cheek with my cock three times. In pornos, Josephs always laughed at
scenes like that or skipped them. It was like cumming on a girl's face. _Why
was that hot? It doesn't do anything for me._ But this was different. This
gorgeous woman could have anyone she wants man or woman, and she picked him.
She was in his lap, looking in his eyes, wanting his cock, and she liked it.
She wanted the cock on her face. And he throbbed harder for it.  
  
Jo moved his hand down to her cheek, cupping it and immediately, Jasmine
wrapped her lips around his thumb. She sucked on it and he felt her tongue
drag the length of it, while never breaking the hard stare she gave.  
  
"Hey," Strawberry said raising his eyes by his chin. "Eyes up here." It was
either a world record stripping time, or Joseph was way drunker than he
realized because when his eyes returned to Strawberry, who was straddling his
right thigh, was naked now. In auto pilot, Joseph's hands moved to her plump
tits that showed tan lines around the nipples and below.  
  
"Ugh..." He leaned back closing his eyes as the head of his cock was engulfed
by warm lips and a drenched mouth. He felt Jasmine's tongue slither down the
spine of his shaft as Strawberry giggled and attacked her easy prey. Kissing
hard, Joseph's hands worked Strawberry's body.  
  
Moving from her face to her neck, cupping her breasts and rubbing down her
curvy frame, Joseph kept his eyes shut as he couldn't keep from rolling his
eyes back the deeper Jasmine's lips went. Jasmine sucked and slurped noisily
at the bulb of his cock, drinking down his pre-cum before lowering down his
shaft again. _Fuck..._ Jo's right hand cupped Strawberry's ass, squeezing her
ass cheek before sliding down her ass crack. She moaned as his hand brushed
down to her soaked pussy lips and he felt the sticky cling of her cum web in
his fingers.  
  
"Ooohhh..." Strawberry sighed. Two fingers hooked inside her pussy lips and
they swallowed them whole. Sliding them as far as he could, he pulled out only
to push back in faster and faster. Her hips grinded wildly on Joseph's thigh
as her eye brows went high and her eyes got weak. "Yeesss.. Oh fuck yess..."  
  
Strawberry's face fell to his right shoulder as her body flexed and writhed,
building in anticipation. Her hot breath bathing his tingling neck as she
cried out. "Finger...Finger fuck me! Yesss mmm I love it, I love it- yes!"  
  
Joseph looked down to see Jasmine plunge deep down his shaft, holding the head
of his cock against the back of her throat. "Mmmfuck," Joseph managed as his
eyes went blurry from the spasm the head of his cock made. She released coming
up for one breath and allowing a string of saliva to drape his cock before she
hurried back down to taste. Jasmine held most of her black hair in a ponytail
with her left hand. Jo reached down and grabbed it from her as her lips locked
around his head and her tongue flickered on his urethra.  
  
"Ahhmmm mm m-my turn," Strawberry trembled as she stood. Her blinking was slow
and in a daze. Jasmine raised from his cock. Licking and sucking up his chest
to his neck. She grabbed his face ravenously and pulled his lips to hers. They
exchanged a drunken kiss as she groaned into him. He felt Strawberry pumping
his shaft in her tiny hand before turning around. Jo watched as she back her
ass up into her lap. Bracing herself on his knee she lowered her wet pussy on
the head of his cock. Jasmine paused to help guide his shaft inside her
friend.  
  
Strawberry panted, turning and looking helplessly at Jasmine. Jasmine cupped
her cheek and gave her friend a messy passionate kiss. Joseph's hands went to
Strawberry's ass as he squeezed guiding her down and raising his hips.  
  
"Ohhh my god..." Strawberry let out a high pitched moan as she flicked her
hair back. Jo watched her ass begin to rise and fall bouncing on the top half
of his cock as she fucked him. Her hips moving on their own as she grinded on
him harder, going up and down. Joseph felt her warm tight pussy squeeze his
cock as she fucks him. She looked over her shoulder giving him a devious look
of pleasure as she leaned forward on his knees.  
  
"Hey..." Jasmine cupped his chin, pulling his eyes up. "Eyes up here, Mister."
In his drunken staring at Strawberry, he missed Jasmine standing on the couch
and straddling him. Jo realized he was watching Strawberry through between
Jasmine's thighs as he looked up. Jasmine hiked up her dress high enough so
she could lean forward squatting.  
  
He felt the heat from her pussy before his tongue was even inside her. Her wet
warmth swallowing him as she pressed her hips down on his mouth. He made long
laps along the center of her sensitive flesh as he heard her moans through his
thigh ear muffed ears. He felt Strawberry pick up the pace as she slammed her
ass down on his dick harder and harder. She worked it hard enough that he
throbbed and could barely feel a thing below his waste as this girl used him
as fuck toy.  
  
"Fuck fuck ohmygawd!" Strawberry cried. "Fuck me fuck me yesyesyesyes!" Her
body became tight and jittery as she shuttered in his lap. "I'm cumming I'm
fuckin ohhh god! Fuck me yessss!!"  
  
Jasmine was in a place out of this hemisphere head swam in the stars as she
rode Jo's face wild. Pushing down when she wanted his tongue deeper, grinding
when she wanted it everywhere.  
  
"MMMmmmmMMmm!" Jasmine's moans were powerful as she squeezed and released his
face with her thighs. "Goddd yess... fuck." She groped her breasts pushing
them together as he grabbed her ass holding her tight to his face. Gasping for
air, Jo pulled his lips back and wrapped around her clit. He felt light
flashing in front of his face. Pulling her skin back his lips locked on her
clit, his tongue making face hard licks on its tip. "Godd... Ugh... ahhhh!
Just like that just like- fuck!" Jasmine shuddered as Jo swallowed her juices.
Her pussy grinded on Josephs chin and five o'clock shadow. She shuddered and
held the moment before collapsing beside Joseph limp.  
  
"Mmmm you taste yummy..." Strawberry mumbled as she kissed Jo's lips. Her cell
phone held in her hand.  
  
"Are you kidding me?!" Jasmine said sitting up.  
  
"I know I tried my best to make it go away, but..." Strawberry said rubbing
her pussy. Jasmine reached out and stroked Joseph's still hard cock as she
stood.  
  
Joseph looked at his dick and whispered, "that's amazing..."  
  
"Mmm Maybe I should give it a whirl..." Jasmine smiled.  
  
**The After After Party.**   
  
Joseph lied still with his eyes closed for... as long as he could. He was
afraid if he opened his eyes he'd instantly puked. At least that's how he
felt. But before long he had to know where he was. The light blinded him as he
squinted through the world. He was in a bed. There were two beds. It was a
hotel room.  
  
"Hm-" Jo cupped his mouth. "Hulllll!" He was able to make to the edge of the
bed in time to puke on the floor. Once there was nothing left in his stomach
he lied on his side letting his stomach convulse for several moments. "God
help me..."  
  
He was alone in someone else's hotel room... or his... he couldn't remember.
He moved down the bed and stumbled to the bathroom and saw a mess of make-up,
bags, and bottles. _Two girls. From the club. I had sex with one- two._ "I had
a threesome?" Joseph said shocked. Staring at the mirror, his face was red and
puffy. His eye could barely open as he stumbled to the toilet and sat in front
of it. On the floor beside the toilet he saw his phone.  
  
'8 missed calls.'  
  
'43 New Text Messages.'  
  
"Jesus..." he said to himself. Clicking through the messages he began to read
them.  
  
'R u alive?' Alyssa texted.  
  
'Seriously. Dead?' Alyssa texted.  
  
'fucking wild!' Unknown number.  
  
'party mother fucker!' Unknown number.  
  
'call me asap!' Mom texted.  
  
'Can I be you when I grow up' Josh texted.  
  
'Hey this is amber from your math class. Had a blast last night!' unknown
number.  
  
'cant believe u ko'd blake LOL!' Michael texted.  
  
'sex god.' Unknown number.  
  
'how many ppl u send that too?' unknown number.  
  
'Video file...' Anna texted  
  
Joseph clicked Anna's text which just had a video file with no text. After a
minute of playing the video he almost turned it off. The video was all dark
and seemed like the equivalent of a butt dial. An accidental vid taken instead
of picture. But then he saw the outline. His outline. He saw thighs around his
face. He saw Strawberry riding on top of him. He panicked and fast forwarded
the video to see the length.  
  
24 minutes long...  
  
He paused the video on a frame that showed his body, his cock, and his face as
he fucked Jasmine from behind while she fingered Strawberry on the couch.  
  
"Fuck..." whispered.




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