Warning: This story contains material which may be offensive to some viewers. So, if you are under 18 years of age (or sometimes 21), or homosexual material offends you, please leave now. Otherwise, please enjoy!
Obligatory Disclaimer: This story is completely fictitious. Any events that occur in it may or may not have actually happened, even though we wish they did and we were all there! The author of this story has no clue as to the sexual orientation of the characters, nor does he want to know because not knowing leaves more to the imagination, which is something we should all use more often! Character penis size is estimated. If I have guessed wrong, please forgive me. Okay, enough bullshit. Please enjoy!
Curious Nick By: Grindhl
Chapter IV
Alex's apartment looked way too extravagant for a photographer, especially for a 23 year old photographer. The furniture was all black and very modern. There were pictures all over his walls, including a picture of a fat naked woman lying on the seashore. Alex was truly a gifted photographer and a modern day King Midas. Everything he touched seemed to turn into a bright and brilliant gold. After a quick tour of Alex's apartment, Nick was quite taken with it.
"You are some housewife, aren't you," Nick said.
"Well, I try my best."
"Try! That's an understatement. Christ, you're a Martha Stewart for god's sake."
"Ha! I'd like to think of myself as a Christopher Lowell, but without the lisp you know."
"So is that where all the action is," said Nick, pointing to the darkroom.
"Actually the real action occurs in the bedroom. Would you like to see it?"
"Maybe some other time," said Nick, before nearly pissing himself.
"I think we should get these developed now because it's getting pretty late and I have a really long day ahead of me," said Alex.
"Oh, more boy bands to shoot tomorrow?"
"Mira Sorvino actually. Never mind that right now, let's get going."
Nick had never been in a darkroom before. It was actually very comfortable. The way the red light gleamed over the surface of the acid, and the way Alex's blond hair seemed to shimmer with his every movement was very relaxing. He was truly a sight to see because he really knew his way around a darkroom, and he always acted as if he knew exactly what he was doing. He was such a tease too, and he didn't even know it. The way he kept his pencil behind his ear, the way he leaned over the sink to wash his hands, and the way he would constantly play with his earlobe only made Nick more excited.
"Okay, I think we're sort of done here. All I have to do now is put these through the scanner and save them on a disc," said Alex.
"What do you say to a drink," Nick asked.
"I'd say in 15 minutes!"
Chapter V
"Who is it," asked Brian Litrell.
"It's Alex, open the door."
"Alex the photographer?"
"Yes, please open up."
Brian was a little shocked to open the door and find Nick, passed out, and with Alex carrying him in his arms.
"What the hell is going on here," demanded Brian! "Do you know what time it is?"
"Well we went out to have a few drinks and..... Nick had a few to many I'm afraid. I'm very sorry about the hour."
"Help me get him to his bed and out of his clothes," said Brian as he stumbled around the hotel room in the dark.
The two men took off Nick's shoes and pants, unbuttoned his shirt, and left him in his tank top and underwear and gently pushed him into his bed.
"Next time when you take him out, never let him drink. That shit goes right through him," said Brian. "So what happened anyway?"
"Well I took him to this bar that I go to all the time and it started with one simple drink, then one thing lead to another and he stood up on the table and started giving me a lap dance."
"A what?"
"He was very drunk!"
"I should say so," said Brian.
"Well, he has my phone number and address, so tell him I'll see him again sometime and hopefully sober."
"And no more lap dances!"
"Trust me, he won't be doing that anymore," said Alex. "Goodnight then."
"Goodnight."
Chapter VI
The next morning, Nick awoke in his bed with an excruciating headache, and more importantly, Vicky was standing right next to him.
"Vicky, what are you doing here?"
Slapping him in his face she said, "You bastard! You went out last night with someone you barely know, got drunk, and gave him a lap dance?!"
"I understand the drunk part, but a lap dance? Vicky, you're making all this shit up. And I don't understand why you're making such a big fuss about some harmless fun."
"Harmless fun! You just woke up in a pile of your own drool. I suppose that the light is bothering you too! Should I hand you your sunglasses?"
"Vicky why the hell are you here?"
"I can't live like this anymore Nick. I need someone who is going to be committed to me. Someone, who when we are vacation, is going to keep fucking me even when someone is knocking on the door! Someone who is going to stay awake after sex too."
"Well I got news for you Vicky, every man you will ever sleep with is going to fall asleep after sex because he really doesn't give a flying fuck......oh my head hurts."
"I don't know what's gotten into you Nick. Can you tell me whose eyes I am staring into right now? When I talk to you it's like I don't even know you anymore."
"What are you saying?," demanded Nick.
"I'm saying that it's over between us Nick. Yes the sex was good with you, but I'm moving on."
"Vicky, I have a career and sometimes I need to do what is required of me. So if you're dumping me because I can't work around you're schedule, go on ahead!"
"Fine, I will. And by the way, I'm going to marry a black man with an enormous dick and push out tons of his babies, just to fuck you up! Have a nice life."
She slammed the door right in his face. Thunder shook the earth and it began to pour rain outside. Nick sat on the edge of the bed, put his head between his legs, and cried.
Okay, that's the end of chapters 4-6. For all you perverts, the sex will be coming soon. Forgive me if I sounded a little racist at that one part. Chapters 7-9 will be out soon. What's going to happen now. Nick and Vicky having a reconciliation, Nick getting together with Alex, or another lap dance perhaps. It all depends on how I feel when I write this stuff. Any comments or questions? Please e-mail me at Grindhl@aol.com