A Bubble Buns in the Shallows

It was a Saturday night. I watched, “The Shining,” and “Batman,” both with Jack Nicholson raising his sharp eyebrows. Half way into the second bottle of merlot, my pack held one Marlboro Light. Batman ended, quieting the house to a Grandfather clock and my ears ringing. Three twenty-dollar bills fell on the floor after I grabbed the book I was reading, “The Portrait of a Young Man as an Artist,” by Joyce. My eyes twitched more with each tiny word and I closed the book to smoke my last cigarette. After smooshing the butt, I craved a shower. 

The teal green tile floors were cold. They looked old like my Grandparent’s bathroom in Massachusetts. I ran the hot shower and shaved my body smooth. It was eleven and the hot water usually put me back in bed, but tonight, I had a surge of energy in my loins. An Uber driver picked me up and brought me to Jacobs, the closest gay strip club. Inside Jacobs, it was dark, glowed red, and smelled tangy. Base beats rattled deep inside my sternum. Out of the three bars, I picked the one adorned with older men. The bar’s surface radiated white like the moon and it felt a tad bit warm. 

“What are you having?”

“Jack and Coke please,” I said.

The bartender wore a long-sleeved silver shirt patterned with red parrots. He was mid-forties, a bald toothpick, and too young for my taste. It didn’t take long for a white-haired man in thin black glasses to sit next to me. 

“Hi there,” he said.

“Hi there,” I said.

I watched the bar tender keep his eyes on me as he spilled a teaspoon of cola into my full glass of whiskey. 

“How are you tonight?” the white-haired man said.

“I am fine and you,” I said.

He looked about seventy wearing a tight t-shirt with a sword fish. And an average beer gut above beige cargo pants and black sneakers. He glanced over his shoulder at three old faces staring back at the both of us.

“You want to join me and my friends at a table? We are starting a tab on our company card,” he said. “I am Chuck.”

“Sounds cool,” I said. “I am Sean.”

We all sat at a glossed wooden table. Two young male strippers in thongs and leggings marched passed. Five pairs of senior citizen’s eyes followed their asses until they vanished behind a crimson red wall. Then, one set of eyes stabbed right into me. 

“Are you not a stripper from here?” the heavy-set bald man said.

He had some grey patches of hair over his large ears. His chin dripped skin were an Adams Apple once was. His mouth stayed open until I answered his question.

“I stripped here about two years ago,” I said.

“I knew it,” he said. “I remember you. You had the greatest ass in here!”

All their stares landed on me as if my eyes would project my ass in a hologram. One of them looked like my father. He had curly white hair and a flat pancake face. He never spoke only store at me and the stripper’s asses that passed. The other man was tall, thin and black, and his gaunt face looked more like an oil painting portrait than a living person. 

“Thank you,” I said.

My first sip burned my esophagus and belly. I followed up with three more and craved a cigarette. “Any of you guy’s smoke?” I said.

The man that resembled my father, spoke. “We have a house with a pool and all sorts of goodies not more than three miles from here,” he said. “I am Jerry and I know we have some cigarettes, pot, whiskey, cola, and coke somewhere around there.” 

“You look like my dad, Jerry,” I said.

“I hope that is a good thing,” he said. 

He smiled and looked nothing like my father when he grinned. Jerry’s teeth were straighter and his dimples more prominent. I gulped two inches more of my drink and swallowed the burn in silence. 

“I took an Uber here, so I don’t have a car,” I said.

“That is not a problem. You can ride with us,” Jerry said.

I ended up in a back seat with the window down. Jerry was to my left and the city flew by to my right. I smelled the damp city streets and watched the yellow lamps blurred in horizontal streaks. The highway air blasted into my nostrils. 

“I can smell the salt from the ocean,” I said.

The back of the black man’s head in the front passenger seat spoke. “Chuck’s house is right next to the beach Sean,” he said.

I tried to remember how he knew my name. I felt the tires spinning from asphalt onto the white crystals of a dark dirt road. The sound transpired from a constant moan to a crackling noise with bumps that rocked all the bodies in the front and back seat. The car stopped and after leaving it, I walked through darkness that carried a thick chorus of chirping crickets. 

Inside the two-story house, I followed them to a green baize poker table. I figured a game of strip poker would ensue. Between those thoughts, seven cards and a cold whiskey and coke occupied my hands. The men laughed and dealt the cards in a clockwise order. Marijuana cigarettes circled the group between their delicate fingers. The numbers, diamonds, and heart shapes on my cards melted into incoherence. I passed out. 

The next morning, my eyes opened to sun blazed sliders. I heard splashing and yelling out back. My body fully dressed, drenched in sweat underneath a plaid quilt. I pulled myself up from Chuck’s red sofa which was the color of a tomato. It was in the living room, my head pounded from dehydration; I battled a nauseous mind and shaky hands too. Gold and brown carpets, paintings, and sculptures adorned the room. It was a cheetah motif of oil paintings, patterned hearth rugs, and wood sculptures. I poked through the blinds to see Chuck and the black man in the pool. 

Jerry came up from behind me in cheetah speedos. “How are you feeling?”

“What happened last night?”

“You passed out at the poker table and we put you to bed,” he said.

“Nobody did anything to me?”

“Of course not, we are dirty old men but not rapists,” he said. “You are coming in the pool? Glen is getting breakfast.”

“Glen is the bald heavy man?” I said.

“Yes,” he said.

“What is the name of the black man with Chuck?”

“That is Charles,” he said. “I guess you were not that wasted if you remember all of us.”

“I am hungover and not in good shape,” I said.

“Get your ass in the pool. We have breakfast and cocktails coming,” he said. “You will be fine.”

“What do I wear?”

“Anything you want. Chuck has some stuff top drawer under the television in his room,” he said. “First bedroom to the right.”

Jerry turned into a silhouette and then his body became absorbed in the morning sun. I sifted through the clothes in Chuck’s top drawer to find an orange Quicksilver bathing suit. I walked out onto the patio wearing it. Chuck and Charles stopped and watched me. 

“What?”

“Nothing sexy. How are you feeling this morning?” Chuck said.

“I feel like death,” I said. 

They both stared at me from the pool stairs. I saw color at their waists, so I knew they were not naked. I entered the shallow end. The water felt like eighty degrees. Glen’s big body squeezed through a light grey fence, he carried two large white bags. His bulged torso wore a grey Boston Red Sox tank top over bright red shorts. “Bagels, sausage biscuits, and Bloody Mary’s my darlings,” he said. All four men joined at a glass circle patio table for breakfast. “Come eat something Sean!”

“I am hurting. I can’t” I said.

Glen handed me a vibrant red Bloody Mary. My hand shook like an earthquake. 

“It is the hair of the dog, love,” he said. “Sip it!”

I watched the four eat as I finished my Bloody Mary. Soon after, they all entered the pool with red drinks and smiles. I swam to a corner and Glen followed me. In the water, he was the size of a blue whale but sweet as sugar. “You want some of mine honey?” he said.

“Sure,” I said.

I drank half of Glen’s Bloody Mary and swam out to the middle of the pool. The urge to take off my bathing suit thrived, so I unleashed it. Naked amongst the men who did not take notice, I flew like a bird. My pale white bubble ass and cock floated freely in the chlorinated current. They all took notice when my orange suit sat on the pool’s surface. I swam to the steps and walked out. My ass jiggled with each step. “Let’s get this party started!” I said. 

The marijuana pipe on the table was earth brown, cold, with warm smoke that filled my lungs. I hit it three more times, naked as a bumble bee blowing smoke into the cool Florida gusts. Glen store at me, his irises were sediment. His mouth a gaping hole. I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and jumped in the shallow end. Glen’s hard cock cut the water like a torpedo honing in. I anticipated it moving after me as I swam towards the side where the water sat three feet deep. My ass was vulnerable; bare as my thighs, and both body parts were useless in protection against torpedoes. Under my thin waist, my lower body jiggled as I scurried to the stares. I felt a current against my calves and then Glen. I pretended not to see him and reached for a gardenia flower potted on the pool deck. My finger was inches from it, and my body was out of the water. Smooth calves and everything beneath them, submerged. My stomach smooshed over the pool tile as my ass perched ripe and round on the edge. It was white and bubbled, and Glen put his two hands on it and played the drums. His tongue came in between my cheeks. I ignored him and reached for the Gardenia. I felt his hands molesting my ass and cock. He pulled me off the wall by my hips. I felt the chlorine water splash up and his nine-inch cock tapping my bottom. I grabbed the wall and put my ass in the clouds. I kept my behind round and bulged, pushing it up from the balls of my feet. He appreciated it and slapped my right ass cheek. His palmed his thick cock, aligned it between my bubbles, and slid deep into my ass. I reached for the Gardenia than backed up into his cock. “Oh daddy, this is your pussy isn’t it?”

The other men watched from the deep end. I put my elbows on the warm blue tile deck. Glen’s large belly folds landed on my lower back. I felt his cock almost as it was fully removed except for the head. Then he slid it back in and started fucking me good. Water spilled out on the deck; it splattered down on both sides of me. “Oh daddy, fuck me good!” He settled in a nice fucking tempo. His abdominal blubber and thigh muscles smacked my ass. It sounded like patty cake. 

The pool man came in from the side yard. He watched us fuck. He rolled his cart of chemicals right past my fingers. He turned and watched; his eyes fixed on my wobbling butt cheeks. I was proud my ass was so smooth and round like two moons. “Damn Glen, you are the shit!” the pool man said. “Always fucking hot ass while your friends don’t and just watch.”

“Sir, can you hand me a Bloody Mary from the patio table over there?” I said.

“My name is Rick and it’s going to cost you,” he said.

“Fine, just please bring it to me Rick,” I said. I looked over my shoulder. Glen’s friends continued to stare from the deep end. All their bathing suits were soaked and piled up by the silver ladder. When I turned back, Rick was back with my Bloody Mary wearing nothing. He kneeled with his hard cock in my face and handed me the drink. I guzzled the red sauce as it spilled down my chin and neck like come. 

“You need some celery,” Rick said. He put his seven-inch cock an inch from my mouth. I was biting my lips because I was getting fucked by a three-hundred-pound man. 

“What the hell,” I said. I grabbed his cock and kissed the head. I teased his dick and then slid it over past my tongue. My nose smooshed under his bell button. 

Glen bare hugged me from behind. “I’m about to fill this hot pussy with a gallon of come,” Glen said. My ass bounced and my head swayed. Rick and Glen both moaned as they each fucked a side of me. “Oh no! I’m about to explode in this hot pussy!” Glen’s cock fell out, then disappeared again between my ass cheeks. His right thumb pinned back the jiggling flesh as he stuck me again and buried his hard cock between my clapping ass. His thumb deepened and pulled my skin. He backed his dick out and submerged it back into me. Then fucked with a smooth rhythm. 

“Fill my pussy big daddy!” I said. “Make that come spill out my ass like a waterfall silly daddy! I was born for your big cock, big daddy. My bubble buns were made for your big hard cock daddy! Make me earn it!” I put Rick’s cock back in and pushed my ass up to the clouds.

My smooth white ass swallowed his curved dick. Glen’s rock-hard cock slid up inside me and back out again. He sped up and fucked me fast and hard. “Daddy’s about to fill this pussy!”

Glen screamed and I felt his flood fill up between my ass bubbles. Then it gushed out down my thighs. My ass just sat there in the sun and wind holding a smile if it could. Than it frowned because I had a line of hard dicks behind me and another one still loaded, rubbing the top of my tongue.