Kicked Around

Bret watched a few videos with Erik. They skipped around to various points in the videos, concentrating on how Lara acted and reacted to the multiple activities. Bret made the same observations that Erik had made in the past, where the older videos show a much shyer and inexperienced girl, while the newer videos depicted a porn star with confidence and control of the experience. Lara had added a section called "Threesome" and the first video posted was titled "A Free Ride." It featured a younger looking Lara and another woman that Erik identified as "Spanking Sami" that Lara had shown to Erik before. The third character was a man that Erik didn't know. The three drove in a car to an open field, and the man began to have sex with Lara. Lara didn't do much. Eventually, Sami came into view and started to undress. They skipped to the end where Lara was giving the man a blowjob. It was simple and to the point. Afterward, everyone dressed and then reentered the card to leave.

The most recent video in the "Threesome" tag was called "Free Riding", which showed Lara (in full Lola makeup) with two very athletic looking men in Lara's apartment. Lola was being thrown around and put in all kinds of positions everywhere in the room. The two men held her upside down while one of the men was eating her out and Lola was performing a blowjob on the other man. Then, Lola was lowered back to the ground. She jumped on the man that she was blowing and wrapped her legs around him. The two were having sex while he was standing. The other man walked up behind Lola and held her while he began having anal sex with her. The three continued having standing sex with Lola being double penetrated by the two men. All the while, Lola was screaming and moaning in delight, looking like she was having the time of her life.

"I don't know man," Bret started to say. "But, I think she's playing you."

"Why?" Erik asked.

"Look at this shit," Bret said pointing at the screen. "The pouty lips. The come fuck me eyes. The light touch of her face while she plays with her hair. She's practically eye-fucking the camera and the guy sitting behind the screen in all of these videos. She has control of everything, and she's good at it."

"Damn," Erik said.

"I bet she looks at you like this every time she wants you to do something," Bret said.

"Yeah," Erik responded. "She does. It's hard to say no."

"I bet it is," Bret said. "I couldn't say no to that. I'd straight up kill a mother fucker if that chick asked me, looking like that.." Erik eyed him suspiciously.

"It's an expression," Bret continued. "Like, I'd kill for a good sandwich right now. Well, I'd kill to get fucked by her looking like that... But, if I were you, I'd get your money... like now... Because I think all the sex, it's about to stop."

"Fuck," Erik thought. "I was really hoping I was wrong about this."

Bret looked around Erik's room. There was hardened food wrappers, the garbage was overflowing, and there was crumpled up tissue all over the desk.

"Alright," Bret started. "Now, that we're done with that, you need to clean this fucking place, like now. It smells like the inside of a sweaty, diarrhea cum dumpster in here. I mean really... How the fuck did you manage to run a mile in a diaper, wipe your ass, jerk off into it, and then fan it around the room like this? It's so fucking disgusting it's almost impressive. Almost..." Bret looked around the room shaking his head. Then, Bret turned around and went to open the window. "First, let's air this shit out for a while," Bret said. He reached out, then he stopped and looked at Erik. "You didn't cum on the window did you?" Bret asked.

"No," Erik said looking at Bret strangely.

Bret reached into his pocket and pulled out a napkin. "Just in case," he said to himself as he opened the window. Erik continued to look at Bret suspiciously. Then, Bret threw the tissue into the garbage can which bounced out since there was no room left. Bret just shook his head.

"I'll tell you what," Bret said. "You and I are hanging out tonight." Erik looked down and began shaking his head no with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"No, asshole," Bret said. "Look at me." Erik looked up at Bret. "You are going to stop acting like a beaten down pussy and start acting like a person again. You can't live like this. Serial killers and rapists don't even live like this. You're living in like, your own fucked up degenerate class. Now, clean your fucking room up, clean yourself up, cause you look like shit, and come by my room in another hour or 2 when you're all done. I got some good shit that'll erase your mind of anything and leave you feeling mellow as hell. Just what the doctor ordered."

"I don't think getting fucked up is the right thing for me right now," Erik said sheepishly.

"Good," Bret responded. "More for me then. You can watch me. 8 o'clock, come by my room. Got it?"

"Got it," Erik said. Bret left, and Erik started to clean up his room. Then, Bret stuck his head through the door. "Oh, one more thing," Bret said. "Get a new mouse. A mouse shouldn't have a fucking layer of shitty, semen crud over it like that." Erik felt embarrassed that there might be cum on the mouse from the last time he jerked off. Erik quickly looked over at the wireless mouse on his desk next to the laptop and noticed that the two buttons had looked worn down as if the paint or plastic was rubbing off. Bret's head slipped back through the door and out of sight.

"It's just worn out!" Erik yelled.

Bret's head came back through the door. "No it's not," Bret said. "That's some sick filthy shit on there. Take your washcloth, wet it and rub it on the mouse." To prove Bret wrong, Erik took his washcloth, licked it and then rubbed it on the mouse. Some of the grime was removed.

"See? Now, go burn that rag and get a new mouse," Bret said sliding back through the door and walking back to his room.

"Shit," Erik said. "That is disgusting."

"You fucking savage!" Bret yells out from a distance.

Erik picks up the mouse and throws it in the garbage can.

Chapter 12

It was 8:15 PM on Friday night and Erik was still cleaning his room. He was almost finished. Erik was listening to music, and the door to his bedroom was open. As Erik continued cleaning, Bret walked through the door into the room.

"Hey man," Bret said. "I've got two girls over, and we're hanging out, smoking a little something, something. You want to come hang out?"

"Uh, I can't," Erik said startled, not realizing Bret was having others join them tonight. "I'm not done yet."

Bret looked around the room. "Good enough," Bret said. "The stale shit/sweat/semen smell is gone, so I think you're good."

Erik looked at Bret nervously. "Aww c'mon man," Bret said. "I already told them about you. If you bail, they're going to think I'm some creepy dude who's trying to drug, fuck and kill them... And only 2 of those are right. " Bret looked upward, in thought. "Well, sort of... I think... Wait, no... That's not right... Forget all that... Anyway, c'mon, let's go."

"I can't," Erik said. "I'm sorry."

"Just come by and say hi," Bret said. "At least that way, they won't think I'm lying to them."

"Alright," Erik said. "I'll be there in a minute."

"Cool," Bret said. "But, change that." Bret pointed to Erik's chest. "Before you come over." Erik looked down at his chest.

"What do you mean?" Erik asked.

"That thing you're wearing," Bret said, still pointing to Erik's shirt. "Is that like some festive... holiday... European poncho or something?"

Erik was confused. "European? It's an E-Sports jersey."

"For what sport?" Bret asked.

"E-Sports," Erik said. "Video games."

"What?" Bret said not fully grasping the context.

"For GAB," Erik continued. "It's for team Onyx. They are one..."

"Stop," Bret said sharply. His demeanor changed upon understanding that Erik was wearing a jersey worn by a competitive gaming team. "Just stop... Take that shit off right now. I have two girls in the other room and if they see you in that, the only company you'll have tonight is your right hand."

"But...," Erik started.

"No, we're not doing this," Bret cut him off. "You're taking that fucking thing off right now." Bret walked over to Erik's dresser and pulled out a drawer. "What kind of clothes you got in here?" Bret starts pulling out clothes from the drawer. "Fucking video game t-shirts, comic book t-shirts, movie t-shirts, tv show t-shirts..." Erik watched as Bret made a pile of clothes on the floor. "You've got to be kidding me, man... Do you have anything normal?"

"I've got dress shirts in the closet," Erik said. Bret pulled out a plain white shirt.

"Here we go," Bret said. "Finally." Bret stood up. "Put this on." Bret handed the shirt to Erik. Then, he walked to the closet. Erik took off his shirt and put on the white t-shirt. Bret pulled out a dark navy blue, button-up dress shirt from the closet. Bret turned around and stepped toward Erik.

"Wear this," Bret said handing the dress shirt to Erik.

"But, it's long sleeved," Erik said.

"Then roll up the sleeves," Bret responded. Erik puts on the shirt, leaving it unbuttoned. "OK, this good?"

"Dear fucking god," Bret said. "Button that shit up, then roll up your sleeves." Erik did as he was told. "Wait, are those jorts?"

"Jorts?" Erik asked.

"Jean shorts," Bret responded. "Are you fucking kidding me? Oh, for the love of fuck. Do you have regular shorts?"

"What are regular shorts?" Erik asked confused.

"Cargo khaki shorts," Bret said. "Regular-ass, normal person shorts."

"Umm... Yeah, I think I have a pair," Erik responds. Erik opens the bottom the drawer of the dresser and pulls out a pair at the bottom of the drawer, badly wrinkled.

"Fucking Christ," Bret mutters. "Well, there's no time to iron them." Bret takes them and shakes them out. Then, he stretches them out the best he can. "Put these on." Bret hands them to Erik. Erik looks at the shorts as Bret leans down to picks up the E-Sports jersey on the ground. "Now take this... And burn it... But not now. Right now, you're going to pull your shit together, act normal and come over to my room. I'll see you in a bit."

Bret starts to walk out and then he stops. Bret looks up and listens. Then, he turns slightly toward Erik. "Is this video game music?"

"No, it's just mellow electronica," Erik said.

"Perfect," Bret said, changing his demeanor back to the way he was when he entered the room. "At least you have some taste in music. Send me the name of this song."

"Umm, OK," Erik said. Bret left the room, and Erik picked up his phone. Erik texted the song name, the artist, and the album name to Bret.

Erik put on the shorts that Bret handed to him. He took one last look around the room and realized that he was all ready to go. "It's going to be fun," Erik said to himself reassuringly. "No pressure. Just don't talk too much and they won't think you're creepy."

He locked the door to his room and walked over to Bret's room. Erik took a deep breath and knocked at the door. The door opened, and Erik entered the room. When Erik walked in, he saw one girl on the bed talking to another girl whose back was to Erik.

"Hey girls," Bret said shutting the door behind Erik. "This is Erik."

The girl turned around. It was Jessica, from Erik's class. Jessica smiled slightly. Erik was frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he just stood there... and stared. Erik's heart started pounding, and he could feel his face getting red. Then, his gaze moved upward to Bret who walked to the other side of the room by the window, standing behind the two girls, silently mouthing the words: "You're welcome." Then, Bret opened the window.

Finally, Jessica breaks the silence. "You're behind me in Analytic Geometry and Philosophy." Bret silently mouths again: "You're behind her" as he makes a double hump motion with his arms. Lexi sees Bret out of the corner of her eye and turns to look at him just as Bret moves his arms side to side in a slight dance-like motion. "Who likes music?" he says.

Bret walks over to the desk and presses the "Play" button on the open window. The mellow music track that was playing in Erik's room begins to play through the speakers. "I like these guys," Lexi says. "It's good trip-hop."

"I don't know what it is," Bret said. "A friend of mine sent it to me, and I like it." Bret winked at Erik. "It's trippy and mellow."

"That's what trip-hop is," Lexi says.

"Alright, then! Let's smoke some pot." Lexi smiled and shrugged off Bret's attempt to maneuver around Lexi's comment.

Bret walked over to the door and locked it. Then, he went to the closet. After a few moments, he pulled out a bag with four joints.

"Erik, can you stuff the towels underneath the door and get me a dryer sheet from the top of the closet." Erik followed the instructions. Bret set a box fan by the door pointing across the middle of the room toward the window and turned the fan on low. Erik handed Bret a dryer sheet and Bret stuffed it in the end of an empty paper towel roll. Bret set down the stuffed paper towel roll and picked up a single joint and lighter.

"M'lady," Bret said handing the joint to Lexi. "Would you do us honor of starting it off?"

"Well thank you, kind sir," she said smiling. "And who said kindness and chivalry were dead?"

"Yeah, fuck that guy," Bret said with a wink. Bret lit the joint as Lexi put it up to her lips. She took a drag, inhaled and held it. Bret handed her the paper towel roll and Lexi exhaled through the roll out of the window. Next, Bret handed the joint to Jessica. She did the same. Then, Bret gave it to Erik.

Erik had never smoked weed before. He had been around others when they had smoked up, but Erik never tried it. However, Jessica just smoked up, and Erik didn't want to look strange for being the only person in the room who didn't. So, Erik decided to try it. He took a deep breath to inhale the smoke and choked. He coughed and tried to cough out the smoke through the paper towel roll, but almost completely missed it.

"Smooth," Bret said half smiling. Bret took the joint from Erik and took his turn. Then, passed it to Lexi, then to Jessica, back to Erik. This time, Erik took a drag and was able to handle it like everyone else. This started to calm Erik's nerves. After the first joint was done, Bret lit a second and the four continued smoking. The more time that went by, the more Erik could feel the panic gradually melt away, and it was replaced with a mellow feeling that eased into the slow beat of the music. Everyone was smiling as they passed around the second joint until it was finished.

Then, Bret went back to his closet and pulled out a green bottle with a stack of cups. He handed the cups to Erik. "What's that?" asked Erik.

"Absinthe," Bret said. Erik held the cups as Bret filled each of them halfway with the green liquid. They passed out the cups to everyone. Bret raised his cup and said "To high times and good vibes," They all touched cups and drank.

"Why do all the cups say 'it's always tea time'?" asked Erik.

"It's all they had left at the store on the corner," Bret said. "You ever been there?" Bret gave Erik a wink, knowing that's where Erik met Lara. Erik's face got bright red.

"Yeah," Lexi said. "Some interesting people hang around there."

"I know," Bret said. "Erik, tell them about the person you met up there." Erik's eyes were wide, and his face was bright red.

"Are you talking about the clerk?" Jessica said. "The whole time I was there, that guy just kept saying he wasn't supposed to be there. I told him, OK but while you are, can I buy a fucking pack of gum?"

Bret looked at Erik and burst out laughing. Erik started laughing too.

"What is Steve doing tonight?" Erik asked, realizing that Steve wasn't in the room.

"Good ol' Steve Dave?" Bret responds. "Yeah, I put that tubby drunk mouse to bed. He was yammering on about some shit and just making my brain hurt."

Suddenly, Bret looked around the room quickly and then asked: "Hey, what day of the month is it?"

"Uh, the fourth?" Erik responded.

"Two days wrong," Bret said.

"What?" Erik asked.

"I have no fucking clue," Bret said with a smile. "Is it the fourth?" Bret asked.

Jessica looked down at her watch. She had a frustrated look on her face. "Oh this fucking clock," Jessica said, except for some reason no one could hear her pronounce clock correctly. It's as if the word clock now had a silent L when Jessica spoke.

Erik's facial expression changed upon hearing Jessica swear at her watch. At that moment, his mind re-curled inward and became fixated on Lara's Dirty Talk porn video that Erik had watched over and over for the past few nights. Suddenly, Jessica was fucking Erik as the two stood in Bret's room. Lexi and Bret watched as Jessica was bouncing up and down on Erik screaming: "Fuck me harder! Oh, this fucking cock! Fuck me!"

"What?" asked Bret.

Erik still had a vacant and distant look, staring into space as he continued playing through the fantasy in his mind.

"This cock," Jessica said, again not able to say the L. "This fucking cock. I don't know why I keep it. Stupid fucking thing." In Erik's fantasy, he could hear the new words Jessica was adding to the fantasy. She would scream "This fucking cock! I don't why I keep it! Stupid fucking thing!" But then, it was followed by a random: "FUCK!".

"Say that one more time," Bret said cracking a smile. Lexi started to smile too, realizing what Bret was hearing.

"Cock," Jessica said.

"Say that with the words 'I love 'in front of it," Bret said. Lexi's smile got bigger.

"What?" Jessica asked.

"Just say it," Bret said.

"I love cock," Jessica said as a matter of fact.

"I love cock!" Jessica screams in Erik's daydream.

Bret is snickering, and Lexi laughs aloud.

"You say that really funny," says Bret through the laughter.

"What does it sound like?" asks Jessica.

"What does it sound like!?!", she screams in Erik's dream. Erik is silently confused, but is still enjoying himself.

"We can't hear you say the L for some reason," Bret says.

Jessica laughs. "You're so funny. I mean I do an all, but usually takes a few drinks before I get there." She looks at Erik with a shy smile. Erik is still locked in his fantasy, but Jessica's shy smile pushes into the fantasy, giving it to Erik as she looks behind her into his eyes. "Cum for me", Jessica says to him quietly and passionately.

"ERIK!" Bret yells.

"No not yet," Erik says quickly, snapping out of his dream.

"No not what?" Bret asks with a confused look. "What the fuck happened to you?"

"I umm..." Erik stutters. "I am not sleeping well. I must have zoned out." Erik looks at Jessica. "Sorry," Erik says as he quickly looks downward.

"No worries," she says to him. "Do you know a good cock jobber I can go to?"

They all erupt in laughter. "OK, I heard it that time," Jessica said.

The weed and absinthe combination brought a warm, calming feeling to everyone in the room. The four talked about high school, family, their dreams for the future, news, politics, comedy, music, and anything that came to mind in between. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. At one point, Lexi took out her phone to take a group selfie. At the last minute, Bret held up his two fingers behind Lexi to give her bunny ears.

Lexi looked at the photo and gave out a flirtatious gasp. "You asshole!", she said playfully. "Well, I need to edit that now." She opened the picture in a photo app on her phone. She gave herself animated brown bunny ears. Then, she added long black hair and put an animated top hat on Bret. She found it funny and decided to keep editing. To match her own image, Lexi added white bunny ears to Jessica. Finally, she put long blond hair on Erik and a headband. Erik and Bret looked like an 80's hair metal duo, while Lexi and Jessica looked like a pair of rabbits. Lexi passed around the phone laughing at the picture.