THE PARTY

Yes, it was a party. Supposed to be anyway, but I was bored...

OUT OF MY SKULL.

I didn't know why. Usually Sean's parties are loads of fun. TONS. Not tonight though. It was like there was something in the air, or the booze, or whatever.

Booze. Maybe that was it. Most of us had JUST turned LEGAL, and weren't used to liquor or even Beer. 

Well, not officially yah know.




Anyway, geez. BORINNNNNG...
Boing boing boing, as my mind did bored backflips against the wall like bouncing a tennis ball or WHATEVER yah know?



Suddenly I noticed this dude standing next to me. I had been musing, contemplating life's most unnerving, unanswered, and unsolvable questions which I could probably do given a few minutes of BOREDOM...so long unanswered...BIG STUFF yah know. I hadn't noticed he had come up next to me from behind, I assume. I mean, I wasn't blitzed or blotto. One drink. Not even that, still working on it. 




Hell, even that didn't taste good.





ANYHOO, checked out the beast, uh...dooode next to me. Hmmm. Never seen his ass before. Must be a newbie or visitor or sumting. God, the tourist bureau I YAM NAWT, yah know?

SPARE ME.


I looked a bit more.


He was standing next to me as I said. 
RIGHT next to me. Just standing. Yah know? Staring.

YEH, STARING...at ME.

ummmm

shit.

No expression on his face, nada. Nothing. Just fucking staring.

I began to fidget, yah know?
No smile, sneer, grimace...fucking NOTHING. HE COULD HAVE BEEN PLOTTING THE END OF CIVILIZATION.
How would I know. I can read faces AS LONG AS there is something there TO read.

Just STARING...DAMN.
ok, so he IS kinda cute.
Cute. Yeh, YEH. Ok, kinda.

IN OTHER WORDS...
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
AND TIP ME OVER







I was beginning to sweat.
NO!
Ummm yeh.. a little. 

WHY?
This dude isn't THAT...
ok, yeh he is.
FUCK.

Geez he is FINE, yah know?
But why is he just standing there, staring at me. FUCK. Making me all fucking nervous and shit.

Damn, I know I'm a bit of a hottie myself, but...FUCK. 

Looked some more, more sweat, upper lip and forehead and FUCK. 

"STOP THIS you twit," 
I told myself to no good end.

DAMN!

Suddenly he moved a bit...a bit closer, 
toward ME. Uh...urgh.

Moved a bit...leaning in a bit...
and suddenly before I could readjust 
or do ANYTHING...SHIT!!!!

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF..

SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT

I felt these lips kinda just come over mine, kinda SMOTHERING mine, 
and I got me some RADICAL LIPS HEAH. 

Damn. He damn near swallowed dem...
PFUI.
WHOOOO HOOO

FUCK...
SHIT
Dayammmmmmmm

Tasty as fuck too.
SMACKY GOOD.

GEEZ.

THE NERVE OF THIS..

hot fucking dude..
moving into me, pressing hard
his REALLY outrageous body

GOD FUCKING HOT DAMN FUCK...

His arms came around me at blazing speed and he got me in a death grip of a hug
and 

DAMN FUCK DUDE...EASY TRIGGER...
OH GOD! STOP!
Wait no, DON'T stop.

SHIT
My mind is GOO

goo goo goo...
which is babyspeak for
HOLY SHIT

Where did it go?
My mind I mean...while this hottie from heaven pounces on MOI, and makes me his toast and JAMMMIES...

HOT FUCKING DAMN.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!

Shit.

Just as suddenly he let me go. BOOM!
Fuck.

I kinda fell back a bit and he caught me, and when I looked he had this HUMONGOUS GRIN on his stupid
bastard evil overstepping-his- bounds...
STRAIGHT FROM THE  PITS OF....
Yeh...

HOT AS FUCK face.

SHIT..

had a kinda hint of a beard, sorta...
hint of OMG, too.

BIG ASS BLUE EYES SO HOT I DROWNED AND GOT CHARRED SIMULTANEOUSLY, 
yah know?

"I'm Jake," I heard but didn't but sorta did since I am now dead you see, overcome by OH MY GOD.

"What's YOUR name, GORGEOUS?" He said.
I think that is what I heard, so hard to tell when you are dead yah know. SHIT

"Dusty."
I said 'Dusty',  which is 
NOT EASY WHEN YAH DAID AND ALLLLLLL.

"I LIKE, Dusty."

Yeh, I can tell, doofus. Hot as fuck doofus. Shit. Not fair.

"You and me. Now on, you and me, gorgeous. JUST US, YOU GOT THAT BEAUTIFUL?"

THE NERVE!

Works for me...FUCK.
what am I saying. 
This fucker has a lot of ...
og

I am done. Stick a fork in me I am SOOO DONE HERE, and am good to go. My place? Sure. Shit.

I was bored. but BOY AM I NOT BORED NOW..the bastard. Standing there looky THOOO fine. Shit. All cocky and all cock bulging in his pants and shit. Looks like he has TEXAS in there. 
FUCK...I mean GEEZUS.

Looks like the zipper Gods got their hands full with this dude, which is what i GOT PLANS TO DO TOO.

WAIT, WHAT?
hmmm...

OKAY..so,
maybe it isn't HIM, Naw, slide rule in his pocket and BOY I would like to use it about now. 

"Hey, Duster. How yah doing." 
Mah friend Joey making convo. 




"I see you have met Jake."

"Yeh." (sorta...if you can call being mentally FUCKED ALL TO HELL, slammed up against the nearest WALL and FUCKED TO DEATH, meeting.
Meating more than likely. 
But I'm not complaining...uh..)

Jake. Jake Mc Alester, 
and how long has it been now? 




BTW, HE STILL DRIVES ME CRAZY...
course I gave him the keys. LOL.





I am still in a fog, and funny how life is sometimes. You just never know.







So, who's YOUR Jake?












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