I have to admit talking about any of this makes me extremely uncomfortable to say the least. I would much, much rather just jump to the relatively interesting part, which, at this point Im afraid isnt all that interesting at all anyway but does shed some feeble light on the crazy turn of events that, at the time, brought me closer to a bunch of people that I hadnt even known a few weeks earlier. A few weeks ago I didnt even know any of them existed. Obviously. So when I start to explain what led up to us all getting to know each other much better, Im more or less forced to plunge right in, more or less uncensored and explain the whole entire series of events. Again, I would much rather just jump ahead and say what happened and then go from there. But it wouldnt make as much sense. It wouldnt. If I just said, heres what happened, isnt that crazy or nutty or something, and heres how it more or less kind of changed the course of things, for me anyway, on some level I didnt even have a clue about at he time, it would feel, at best, even more half-ass. I really dont want to bore you with all this. I really dont. But the only reason I bring it up at all is because of the crazy thing that happened once we made it back to the apartment. It was nice and dark in there with just the outside light from the windows coming in. The way the room was arranged, there was this nice little private spot between the bed and the window where we had set up this little desk and chair. I sat down and, if you absolutely have to know, she kneeled down in front of me and kind of unzippered my pants. I really dont want to but I have to also explain, that, when kind of smoking pot, I, for some strange reason, get this sort of permanent erection type of thing going. Its like all the blood, once I smoke even a little, makes a bee-line for down there. I cant explain it. And Min, with the cool hair and crap kneeling in front of me on the floor and being able to just look down at the triangle of streets down below, empty at this hour, didnt help in the least bit. Not in the least bit, at all, honestly. And again I have to add, besides this type of semi-permanent erection thing I experience, I can literally hover on the brink of orgasm for hours without climaxing. I hate to even bring this stuff up, I really really do, and wouldnt even attempt to try to present any of it, if it werent absolutely crucial for you to understand the completely insane turn of events that was about to unfold. I honestly wouldnt attempt to try to mention any of it. At all. But there I was, more or less getting oral and also being able to carry along on the brink of orgasm for a while. A long while it seemed. I was just holding her head, my hands in that hair and everything and helping move it up and down, figuring she must be getting tired. Whats up G! I hear what only could be Jaxs voice as he burst into the room. I should try to explain, at this delicate point in this awkward and extremely uncomfortable story, I should really interrupt here and explain that, yes, Jax in fact was also in the city, and lived up in what could only be described as an ethnic neighborhood, and understandably, to a degree, had picked up some of the neighborhood mannerisms and dialect in the short time he had been there. Now. Imagine this. The room is completely dark, with just those wonderful city skyline lights coming in. Ive got Min in front of me, in that tight, private little cozy space between the bed and windows. Ive got my hands in her hair and Im more or less helping move her head up and down and am rapidly approaching, finally, well, orgasm. And Jax, for some reason, in the middle of the fucking night basically has paid me what only could be described as an unexpected visit. What up yo! Hes looking in my, well our, direction but apparently his eyes havent gotten used to the dark at all yet and he truly looks somewhat bewildered. Then, also entirely unexpectedly, the fucking room lights snap on. What the fuck!, a girls voice snaps. Its Kyi. Who I had just met a few weeks earlier. What obviously had happened I figured out, is that me and Min were so quiet and got down-to-business so quickly and quietly in that cozy little space by the window that Kyi, and now what I unmistakably hear as Frank, were woken up by Jaxs outburst. As a completely understandable reaction, sitting there with my pants down, I let go of Min's head that Ive been moving up and down for honestly what seems to be like at least the last 45 minutes or so and realize, by the way she collapses backwards and slams her head into the radiator that runs the full-length of that side of the room, under the windows, and slumps over awkwardly against the leg of that crappy little fucking desk, that she had, obviously, at some point, totally unbeknownst to me, passed out. She was out cold. Now I must remind you of the fact that when smoking pot, I get this permanent type of erection thing. I also must refresh you on the fact that Frank is engaged, not to Kyi, and add that those two, also, arent thinking all that clearly. And Jax, now in an unfortunately fully lit room, just stood there. It should also be noted that Kyi has what only can be described as a fairly good-sized chest and was, I noted, in the reflection of the windows that had become mirror-like, once the lights were flipped on, topless, in fact, and holding up a pair of Franks oversized lacrosse shorts. It was an awkward situation for all involved, to say the least.
Damn! Jax uttered, somewhat under his breath, just fucking standing there in the middle of the room. You would think, for me, it couldnt get any more embarrassing or insane or just plain awful and emotionally scarring than this. You would think that wouldnt you? At this point, with all the overhead room lights on, you had to think the worst was over and the tide had more or less turned and it couldnt possibly get anymore difficult for me. The thing is though that just as Kyi lurched up, topless and all, from the bed and snapped the lights on, at that precise moment, I had, more or less reached the peak, shall we say, of my experience. Oh yeah. Right then. I was at that point, unfortunately. At the point of no return. Unmistakably. There wasnt a thing I could do at that precise second. Nothing. Not a thing. It honestly couldnt have been timed worse. And when I, understandably tried to stand up a little and quickly pull my fucking pants up, I found that they had somehow slipped under the leg of the chair and, again, because that little area between the bed and window was so tight and small, when I tried to lift myself out of the seat to jockey the chair, and free them, I quickly and frustratingly found myself kind of pinned there by that same very pant leg. I couldnt get up. I was stuck. I was really fucking just stuck there. Somehow my pant leg hole had slipped under the leg of the chair and, with all the up and down movement, had really tightened and more or less fucking trapped me there. Again it didnt help in any way whatsoever that my reflexes were so impaired. The space was so tight that I was ensnarled and sat there, flailing around, trying to reach behind me and grab a sheet or cover off the bed. Anything at that point would have done just fine. What I didnt realize as I struggled and tried to stand and twisted and tugged on the bed sheet, the only one I even had a chance at reaching because of the way I was pinned there, was that Frank was clutching it with all his might to hide the fact which would become more than obvious in a second or two, that he too was inconveniently undressed, and also lacked any pants whatsoever. I didnt realize he was clutching the sheet and preventing me from just grabbing it and tossing it over my admittedly unimpressive but very hearty and unwavering, unbelievably still at this point, erection. And it really hadnt been such a great idea to, I decided, as she was kneeling in front of me and just going at it, to pull of Min's suit jacket and just toss the thing haphazardly behind me. That would prove to be, later, when no one could find the fucking thing anywhere, not a very good decision at all. And the way her leg had settled across my foot and the way she awkwardly laid there on the floor, lifeless and out cold against the leg of the desk, every time I flailed and slammed the chair around, trying to free myself while unknowingly locked in a tug-of-war with an equally pant-less Frank, it would cause her leg to kind of bounce up, further emphasizing the fact that, as I mentioned a few times already, she had, on this particular day at least, elected to forego any sort of underwear whatsoever and at one time or another saw fit to rip a gaping hole in her already destroyed pair of wolfords. And when I tried to move her leg, it too, I found, because of the black boots she was wearing, was ensnared by the very same chair leg that my pants leg was wrapped around and couldnt fit between the chair and the radiator. The angle I was working at and the tightness with which I was pinned, honestly even kept me from pulling the fucking boot off and slipping her foot through it. It was THAT tight in that fucking cozy little area. And Kyi, again, topless, and holding up Franks very ill-fitting lacrosse shorts and wearing only white Stan Smith tennis shoes, and also in a very visibly opiate clouded state, finally saw the deep fucking shit I had entangled myself in and the death-grip the chair and tight space and pant leg had on me, finally came over to lend a hand, trying not to, in any way, look down or glance in the wrong direction whatsoever and therefore had a hard time even finding the chair leg, let alone freeing my fucking pants. At one point, she even lost her presence of mind and, realizing she needed two hands, lost track of the fact that Franks shorts would in no way stay up at all without her holding them, and let them go and stood there over me, with the shorts now completely obscuring her Stan Smiths and, as Im sure you havent forgotten, with her virtually impossible to even attempt to ignore, and impressive to say the least, chest exposed. She was basically and honestly, somewhat surprisingly for some reason, very impressive to look at nude. I was honestly trying not to look at all and instead just kind of stare out the window but the window was all mirror-like and reflective so I couldnt help but focus, more or less, on her as she hovered over my unyielding erection, almost seeming to forget it was there, the more she got involved with my pant leg. At one point, I honestly thought I would never get out of there. Frank had gotten up and once he gained his balance and steadied himself and got his bearings, began, from what I could see in the reflection, to frantically hunt for his pants and really just start another ruckus behind me. Damn, Jax said again, literally frozen in disbelief. I really cant blame him though. I cant blame him for the fact that he stood there, not moving an inch, with his eyebrows way up and mouth open the whole entire time everyone was tugging and flailing and grappling with things. This light was sort of clipped to the bed to brighten up the little desk area, which understandably, but still completely unexpectedly, came crashing down at one point, losing its hold on the upper bunk bed and bashed Min on the hip. But man. She was really out. She didnt even move or twitch or mumble unintelligibly or anything. When Kyi reached across to get it off of her and kind of unknowingly brushed my face and, well, down-there, with that huge-for-her-size chest of hers, I had to push her away a little and call out to Frank, Frank, just pull the fucking chair out into the room! Just pull the fucking thing! I was admittedly pissy, but still. He would have had a much easier time if he didnt have to hold the bunched up sheet over himself and had found his pants in the swirling chaos, but after a few tries was able to, with one arm, yank the chair out and more or less free me. Kyi shouting and switching with "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" abandon, between mangled english and some, from what I've since been told, crazy Mandarin dialect, along with the added weight of Min, who was also tangled up in the chair and who was, by the looks of her, about 85 pounds, by even the most generous estimate, was no help to him in any way whatsoever. As you would expect.
Damn! Jax uttered, somewhat under his breath, just fucking standing there in the middle of the room. You would think, for me, it couldnt get any more embarrassing or insane or just plain awful and emotionally scarring than this. You would think that wouldnt you? At this point, with all the overhead room lights on, you had to think the worst was over and the tide had more or less turned and it couldnt possibly get anymore difficult for me. The thing is though that just as Kyi lurched up, topless and all, from the bed and snapped the lights on, at that precise moment, I had, more or less reached the peak, shall we say, of my experience. Oh yeah. Right then. I was at that point, unfortunately. At the point of no return. Unmistakably. There wasnt a thing I could do at that precise second. Nothing. Not a thing. It honestly couldnt have been timed worse. And when I, understandably tried to stand up a little and quickly pull my fucking pants up, I found that they had somehow slipped under the leg of the chair and, again, because that little area between the bed and window was so tight and small, when I tried to lift myself out of the seat to jockey the chair, and free them, I quickly and frustratingly found myself kind of pinned there by that same very pant leg. I couldnt get up. I was stuck. I was really fucking just stuck there. Somehow my pant leg hole had slipped under the leg of the chair and, with all the up and down movement, had really tightened and more or less fucking trapped me there. Again it didnt help in any way whatsoever that my reflexes were so impaired. The space was so tight that I was ensnarled and sat there, flailing around, trying to reach behind me and grab a sheet or cover off the bed. Anything at that point would have done just fine. What I didnt realize as I struggled and tried to stand and twisted and tugged on the bed sheet, the only one I even had a chance at reaching because of the way I was pinned there, was that Frank was clutching it with all his might to hide the fact which would become more than obvious in a second or two, that he too was inconveniently undressed, and also lacked any pants whatsoever. I didnt realize he was clutching the sheet and preventing me from just grabbing it and tossing it over my admittedly unimpressive but very hearty and unwavering, unbelievably still at this point, erection. And it really hadnt been such a great idea to, I decided, as she was kneeling in front of me and just going at it, to pull of Min's suit jacket and just toss the thing haphazardly behind me. That would prove to be, later, when no one could find the fucking thing anywhere, not a very good decision at all. And the way her leg had settled across my foot and the way she awkwardly laid there on the floor, lifeless and out cold against the leg of the desk, every time I flailed and slammed the chair around, trying to free myself while unknowingly locked in a tug-of-war with an equally pant-less Frank, it would cause her leg to kind of bounce up, further emphasizing the fact that, as I mentioned a few times already, she had, on this particular day at least, elected to forego any sort of underwear whatsoever and at one time or another saw fit to rip a gaping hole in her already destroyed pair of wolfords. And when I tried to move her leg, it too, I found, because of the black boots she was wearing, was ensnared by the very same chair leg that my pants leg was wrapped around and couldnt fit between the chair and the radiator. The angle I was working at and the tightness with which I was pinned, honestly even kept me from pulling the fucking boot off and slipping her foot through it. It was THAT tight in that fucking cozy little area. And Kyi, again, topless, and holding up Franks very ill-fitting lacrosse shorts and wearing only white Stan Smith tennis shoes, and also in a very visibly opiate clouded state, finally saw the deep fucking shit I had entangled myself in and the death-grip the chair and tight space and pant leg had on me, finally came over to lend a hand, trying not to, in any way, look down or glance in the wrong direction whatsoever and therefore had a hard time even finding the chair leg, let alone freeing my fucking pants. At one point, she even lost her presence of mind and, realizing she needed two hands, lost track of the fact that Franks shorts would in no way stay up at all without her holding them, and let them go and stood there over me, with the shorts now completely obscuring her Stan Smiths and, as Im sure you havent forgotten, with her virtually impossible to even attempt to ignore, and impressive to say the least, chest exposed. She was basically and honestly, somewhat surprisingly for some reason, very impressive to look at nude. I was honestly trying not to look at all and instead just kind of stare out the window but the window was all mirror-like and reflective so I couldnt help but focus, more or less, on her as she hovered over my unyielding erection, almost seeming to forget it was there, the more she got involved with my pant leg. At one point, I honestly thought I would never get out of there. Frank had gotten up and once he gained his balance and steadied himself and got his bearings, began, from what I could see in the reflection, to frantically hunt for his pants and really just start another ruckus behind me. Damn, Jax said again, literally frozen in disbelief. I really cant blame him though. I cant blame him for the fact that he stood there, not moving an inch, with his eyebrows way up and mouth open the whole entire time everyone was tugging and flailing and grappling with things. This light was sort of clipped to the bed to brighten up the little desk area, which understandably, but still completely unexpectedly, came crashing down at one point, losing its hold on the upper bunk bed and bashed Min on the hip. But man. She was really out. She didnt even move or twitch or mumble unintelligibly or anything. When Kyi reached across to get it off of her and kind of unknowingly brushed my face and, well, down-there, with that huge-for-her-size chest of hers, I had to push her away a little and call out to Frank, Frank, just pull the fucking chair out into the room! Just pull the fucking thing! I was admittedly pissy, but still. He would have had a much easier time if he didnt have to hold the bunched up sheet over himself and had found his pants in the swirling chaos, but after a few tries was able to, with one arm, yank the chair out and more or less free me. Kyi shouting and switching with "fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants" abandon, between mangled english and some, from what I've since been told, crazy Mandarin dialect, along with the added weight of Min, who was also tangled up in the chair and who was, by the looks of her, about 85 pounds, by even the most generous estimate, was no help to him in any way whatsoever. As you would expect.