Scars and Songs Read Free

of surprised that my dick found its way into a willing mouth while I was unconscious, but not too surprised.  It wasn’t the first time; not even the fifth time.  Yeah, I seemed to live a charmed life .  Although it seemed sort of surreal having her suck me off and talk with Tucker at the same time.  That should disturb me more, shouldn’t it?
    Tucker barked out a laugh and nudged me with his elbow.  “That’s not the National Anthem,” he slurred.  “It’s just a patriotic song.  The fucking National Anthem is The Star Spangled Banner, you twit.  And I’m singing the shit so his dick will go limp and you can start sucking off mine!”
    My head felt so heavy it slammed down against the back of the fake leather couch I was sprawled out on.  I struggled to get words past my lips.  The room spun faster and I was just starting to feel the warmth of the mouth that was wrapped around me, taking me deep into her throat.  
    “Shut up, Tuck,” I murmured as I grabbed the back of the girl’s neck, threaded my fingers through her hair and started pushing and pulling her faster against me.  I didn’t even know the chick’s name.  Hell, I didn’t even remember how I got here.  Last thing I remembered was being on stage.  A nd all I could clearly think about was how some Taco Bell burritos would be awesome right about now.
    The girl slid her mouth all the way off me, poured the bottle of whiskey over my dick and sucked it up so damn fast that not one drop fell to the floor.  The liquid was cool and her mouth was hot, but that’s about the only sensation I felt.  Hot.  Cold.  Hot.  Cold.  I’m too drunk.  Drunkity-drunk-drunk.
    “Now, that is fucking talent!  She didn’t spill any of it.  Can I call you Hoover?  Dyson?  No, no…Dirt Devil.  The Vacuum Vixen,” Tucker slurred.
    It took all my strength to turn my head to look at Tucker.  He was grabbing the crotch of his jeans and hell ; I don’t even want to know what it was he was freaking doing right now.  Creeper .  There’s no way in hell I could cum in this chick’s mouth with Tucker that close to me, and I just knew he was looking at my junk and he was in fucking awe .  I still wanted a burrito.  I mushed the girl’s face off me and stumbled around trying to stand.  The girl who was just blowing me crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.  I couldn’t even focus on what she looked like. I thought her hair might be red…
    “Come on, Shane, let’s go to your apartment,” she whined.
    “No way, uh… whateverthefuckyournameis .  Tuck here needs a blowjob more than I do.  I’mgoingtosleep .”  I turned to Tucker and shook my head; the movement almost made me fall flat on my face, but I stood my ground.  Okay, I freaking slumped against the wall, but whatever.  “Tucker, that was the creepiest shit ever.  If you ever get that close to my junk again while it’s getting sucked, I swear I will rip your eyes out and microwave them.”
    Blowjob chick jumped up in front of me and I flinched back.  The room spun even more.  It was like a demented out of control merry-go-round.  Immediately, I feared she’d grow a pair of fangs and try to suck the life out of me.  I slid down the wall awkwardly.  Why the hell was the floor so close to me?   Damn, being this drunk made walking anywhere so…impossible.  “Dude…where the hell are my feet?”
    “No, Shane don’t go!  And I already told you at the bar, like fifty thousand brazilian times, my name is Jolie…Come on, let me take you to your apartment.  I’ll take care of you and then we could both sleep and…”
    Fifty Brazilian times?  This chick is as smart as a brick.  I grabbed my bottle of whiskey out of her hands.  “Hell.  No.  I don’t sleep with girls at my place.  Whatthehell?Gosucksomeoneelse’sdick .”
    “But YOU’RE the lead singer!  Not him.”
    “ Twat ever, I’m leaving.  And the whiskeyiscomingwithme .”  That is all I am;