The Light of Dawn
I stumbled my way around the woods, bottle still in hand, a little surprised as I saw the sun come up, blinded by it's brightness actually. I was completely fucked off my ass. The concert went for shit. I've never had so many people try and boo me off stage. But what do I care, right? I'm Curt Wild! I'm nothing if I'm not misunderstood! Or maybe I was just too drunk to give a fuck. Sometimes I think it's the only thing that keeps me going. Shit, I gotta piss like a mother fucker...
Damn, I never realized standing could be this hard. Alright, now that I'm up, where to? Shit, where to?! First I gotta try and remember where I am! Looks like a clearing up ahead, maybe I'll try there.
"Curt Wild?!" he said in wide eyed shock.
I tried to steady myself on a tree, staring down at him through half lidded eyes, "Who the fuck are you?" He turned away, his face half hidden by long locks of hair.
"I'm... Brian Slade," he said while blushing. "I saw you tonight. You were... amazing."
I glanced around. The morning had left behind two sleeping bodies, some man and woman, huddled a few feet from this young beauty who was staring out over the water like it was some vast source of inspiration or something. Fuck inspiration. "You played tonight, didn't you?" I asked, only half interested.
"Yeah," he said in a hushed whisper, still staring at the water. "But not like you. You were legendary tonight."
"Fuck that, they hated me." He turned, his intense eyes seeming to stare right through me, "That's why you were legendary."
I stumbled my way to him, half sitting, half falling at his feet. "And you want a piece of the legend, don't you?"
I only half noticed as he helped me up and led me further into the woods. I didn't really feel it as I was pushed to the ground, or the pressure as he straddled my waist, his dress billowing out around him. But I felt him undo my pants, something I'd wanted to do from the moment I'd laid eyes on him. "You're too drunk to care who's fucking you, aren't you?" he asked, and I just nodded. "And you probabley wont remember one second of this tomorrow, will you?" another nod was all I could give. "Then I can do whatever my heart desires," and a sly smile krept across his face. "I was nervous when I first saw you Curt Wild, but now that doesn't matter. I could fuck you 20 diffrent ways and you would barely even know what was going on. But that's how you like it, isn't it?"
I felt his lips around me, his tongue and throat devouring me. He was good, that I was sure of. I closed my eyes and moaned, hanging onto tuffs of grass beneeth me as I started to rock to these sensations. My head lulled from side to sided as it nodded to an unknown tune inside my head. Before I'd had my fill of the first sensation, he set on giving me the next. He was ontop of me, pressing down, moaning through clenched teeth as he tried to impale himself on a cock greased only by his spit. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he pressed down harder and harder, almost like it was imperitive that he get me inside of him, like he was performing some satanic ritual and needed the spunk of a rock star to full-fill his every dream. "You feel so good," he was moaning under his breath. "Have you touched the stars Curt Wild? Will you show me how? I'm going to be big Curt Wild. So fucking big you'll never even recognize me!"
I was wasted beyond all recognition, his words barely even reaching my ears. I just laid back on the grass, watching him through half lidded eyes as he bounced up and down on me, the silky material of his dress wrapped tightly around his cock as he jacked himself off. I have no idea how long we were there, or even if we were there at all (it could always have been one of my passed out dreams) but I do know I came. I came like I've never cum before. I thought for a minute that I'd never stop cumming as I lay with my head thrown back, screaming so loudly someone must have thought a murder was going on in the woods that morning. He rode me all the way, making a nice little wet spot on the front of his gown.
When he was done, he licked me clean. He did it slowly, with care, like a dutiful cortisan taking care of his master, and then tucked me back away. My eyes flitted open only long enough to see him leave, his hips swaying like a song under the satiny curves of his dress.
It was dark when I finally woke up, my head pounding and my body aching. I stumbled out of the forest, trying to remember how I'd gotten there and how to get home. I made it back to my own bed and crashed again. As I was drifting off for the second time, a brief memory flashed before my eyes. A long flowing gown and slender hips driving me wild as they sauntered away. I tried desperately to remember the face, the name, the anything of the woman who seemed to cause a strange stirring in me just by her retreating form... but nothing came. With a sigh I drifted to sleep again, never regaining any more of the memory. Maybe we'd meet again someday. For some reason, she felt special to me. Like my wild heart had been won over by whatever she'd done to me. How I wish I could remember.