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Off the Wagon

October 28^th, 2018, 10:15 P.M.

Boom!

I had hit the ground with a thud, but I didn’t feel it. I was numb from the alcohol I was drinking. I had been sneaking off to this bar called Naughty’s on Reisterstown Road. I had been cheating on my wife again, but this time with liquor. I had beaten the demon that was my homosexual desires, only to fall prey to the bottle.

Ever since I found out that the kids I have been raising are not mine, I just sunk deeper into depression.

I still love Mona, but sometimes I just can’t seem to look at her. Ashley and Alex are sixteen now and are shining stars in high school. They are sure to go on to some prestigious college of their choice. Little Diana is ten and blossoming, growing more intelligent as the days go by. James still haunts me every time I look at Alex because he is becoming his spitting image.

“Yo, you all right?” a thuggish-looking guy said as he helped me back on my stool.

“Yeah, man, just a little too much to dringg,” I said, slurring my words. “Thanks for the help, partner.” I got back on my seat and proceeded to order another drink.

I felt my bladder about to explode, so I got up and stumbled to the bathroom to take a piss. I had been in the bar for over an hour and I already had five drinks. I stumbled my way to the urinal and whipped my dick out from behind my zipper.

I put one hand on the wall to hold myself up while I held my dick in the other hand and I relieved myself into the urinal. “Ahh!”

“Nice piece you got there.”

I looked to the left of me, still a little unfocused, and noticed the thuggish guy standing next to me, his tongue wagging like a dog in need of water.

“Yeah, man, whatever,” I said, brushing him off, and zipped my pants up.

“Man, you know you want this mouth on your dick. I’ll give you a blowjob your grandfather could feel.” He moved closer toward me, the look of lust in his eyes.

I glanced around to see if we were alone. I looked him up and down and noticed this dude was seriously flirting with me in a bathroom at a straight bar. Built like a pro wrestler, this dude was a straight-up thug type dude that you see on the block hustling rocks. And I knew he was strong, because I could see his pecks through his loose-fitting shirt.

When I pushed past him, trying to make my exit, he grabbed my arm and threw me against a wall and kissed me with a deep, passionate kiss, forcing his tongue in my mouth. As his tongue explored my mouth, I continued to struggle for control of the situation.

He finally let up and looked me in the eyes. “Yo, come on, man. Let me help you with that.” He grabbed my dick and massaged it through my pants. “You know you want it,” he said as he again squeezed my now throbbing dick.

I looked around again, hoping no one would come in and see this dude grabbing my dick. This muthafucka is serious. I struggled even more now, because I was getting weaker by the moment. The demon I thought I had beaten was fighting to take over once again.

He then pushed me into an empty stall and forcefully yanked my pants down.

I was in shock and awe. This dude was manhandling me, and I couldn’t do anything to stop him. He was stronger than me, and the alcohol had me discombobulated to the point where I was staggering a little.

He turned me around, bent me over, and proceeded to eat me out right there in the bathroom. “Yeah, man. This ass looks good,” he said as he parted my ass cheeks and played with my ass with his finger.

As he took his time and slowly eased his tongue in and out of me, my hormones took over and went into full throttle. I pushed my ass toward his face as he dove deeper into my ass.

After about ten minutes of him devouring my ass for a midnight snack, he turned me back around facing him and stroked my dick slowly until I was hard as steel. He then eased my dick in his warm mouth and slowly worked my whole length down his throat.

“Ahhhhh,” I moaned as he swallowed me faster and faster. I continued to moan uncontrollably, holding on to the wall, trying to stabilize myself.

With one quick motion, he took my dick in his mouth until his mouth reached my balls. I put my hands around his now inflated throat and fucked his face like a wet pussy, watching his throat expand and deflate. I finally reached my climax as I jammed my dick down his throat one last time.

“Oh! Damn!” I yelled as he swallowed all my seed without leaving a drop. I pulled out and let my dick hang as I tried to catch my breath. He wiped his mouth and burped, letting me know he enjoyed his protein shake.

“Thanks, yo,” he said as he got up and left the stall, leaving me with my pants around my ankles.

After a few minutes, I slowly pulled my pants up and made my way out of the bathroom. I stumbled through the bar that was now almost empty and noticed a few people staring. The music was now off, but I didn’t know how long it had been off. Oh, shit! I hope they didn’t hear us.

I avoided eye contact as much as possible, hoping nobody had heard all the commotion going on in the bathroom. I quickly grabbed my coat off the bar stool I’d been sitting on and made my exit in shame.

I pulled up in the driveway to my house at about ten to eleven and turned the ignition to the car off. I noticed the lights in the house were on, but I wasn’t ready to face my family yet. I reclined the car seat as far as it could go back and laid there for a minute to get myself together. I was tipsy on alcohol and overcome with emotion, and couldn’t control either.

Here it is, 2018, and it seemed like I was still back in 2008. Technology had progressed some, but shit, cars weren’t flying, and I was still attracted to men. You would have thought I was over this shit by now.

All the episodes of my past started to pop in my head. Meeting James in the parking garage, finding out he was fucking my wife; me fucking my father for screwing me up as a child and as an adult; him returning the favor at the fuck-fest James threw for me; finding out my mother knew about my father molesting me all the time, and the worst was finding out my kids weren’t mine and that they were fathered by my fuck buddy, James Parks.

It was all coming back to me now. My ass should be in a padded room with a straight jacket on dreaming about bunny rabbits or some shit.

After all that, I should be leaving this faggot mess alone, but it just wasn’t that easy. It seemed like the more I tried to remove myself, the more dick and ass were being thrown at me. On my lunch breaks, in meetings, my clients were throwing themselves at me. I had to take my secretary, Renee, with me almost everywhere, lunch breaks and even the bathroom, just to keep myself grounded. She was like a bulldog, so I knew I could trust her to have my back.

But she refused to go with me to the bar, and tonight of all nights was the night I needed her to be with me.

“Um-um-um.” I shook my head in disgust with myself. “It is what it is.” I pushed the button next to the seat to raise myself back up to an upright position and made my way out of my brand-new all-black BMW. It was fall, and the driveway and walkway toward my house were littered with fallen leaves, which I made a mental note to get Alex to rake and bag.

I looked up at my house and thanked God for letting me arrive home safely once again. I was blessed beyond measure, but I wasn’t acting like it. I was a very successful lawyer and needed to start acting like one.

I sluggishly walked into a totally quiet house. Everybody must have been asleep, so I parked myself on the living room sofa, cut the television on, and just stared at it.