"OH, GOD! WHAT DID I DO LAST NIGHT?"

"OH, GOD!  WHAT DID I DO LAST NIGHT?"

 

 A SHORT STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN

 

 

 

Charlie woke, face-down-and-ass-up on his living room sofa.   (That's normally one of his favorite positions!)  He was clad only in one of his many jock-straps.  He opened his eyes and looked around the room.  There were beer and liquor bottles and glasses and cups everywhere!

 

Wow!  That must have been one-hell-of-a party I threw!  I just wish I could remember it!  Where are my clothes and at what point did I get out of them?  At least my ass isn't sore!   No one seems to have taken advantage that I was shit-face drunk!

 

It's not everyday that I throw a "Break-Up From My Cheating Ass-Hole Lover Party"!  At least, I can remember how I walked in on that scum-bag and found him fucking a low-life street hustler in my bed!  That much, I will never forget!  

 

God!  The inside of my mouth tastes like I was licking my cat's litter box!  Coffee!...I need coffee!  I need to get up and go to the kitchen.  Then, I need a shower!  Maybe the shower first, and then, the coffee?

 

Why did I sleep on this sofa?  It's so fucking uncomfortable!  Okay, so I'm up.  I've had worse hang-overs before this.  I can deal with it.  This jock is killing me.  There, that's better without it.  Did someone slip me a Viagra?   My dick is hard as a rock!  I'm going to my bedroom.

 

 

 

 

Hey, what-the-fuck!!!  There's a cute young boy laying across my bed!  T-shirt only and no pants.  He's got a cute ass!  I've never seen this guy before and I'm certain that I didn't invite him to my party!

 

Oh, wait a minute!  I think he's the pizza delivery boy from last night.  I remember now!  I invited him in after I paid for the pizzas.  He stayed and had some drinks with us.  Some of last night is starting to come back to me.

 

The guys took up a collection and put fist-fulls of cash in his pants to stay for the night. I vaguely remember that they were trying to convince him to be my sympathy trick.  I heard someone say,  "Charlie just needs some young stud to get him back in the saddle!  He'll forget all about that other prick!"

 

This kid must have been waiting all night for me to come to bed.  Maybe I'll just move over by him and  give him a shake to wake him up.  Then, I will send him on his way.

 

(Pizza-boy woke immediately.  Crawled toward Charlie and began sucking his cock!)

 

 

 

Charlie very weakly protested that this guy really didn't need to do this, but the little twink persisted with giving "head"!   The kid was an expert cock-sucker!  It was obvious that he wasn't a novice! 

 

Despite his massive hang-over, poor Charlie was about to unload!  Sensing it, the Pizza-Hut boy asked:  "Do you want to do it in my mouth or up my ass?   You'll find the money from your friends on your dresser.  Don't forget our company slogan:  ""We deliver for less, and we guarantee customer satisfaction from all of our employees!"

 

(Needless to say, even with a hang-over from hell and dragon-breath, it was a start to move-on and begin the healing process!  Later that day, Charlie added "Pizza-Hut" to his speed-dial.)