86'd: A Novel - By Dan Fante Page 0,34

a living cartoon: the perfect tanned steroid vision of what his West Hollywood clientele expected and paid for.

He produced a bottle of massage oil from his fanny pack on the table then got on the bed with Portia, on top of her, sitting upright, fitting his ass just behind hers. After squirting her with the oil he began rubbing her shoulders.

Portia let out a sigh, then surprised me by doing something she’d never done with me; for once, she removed the nicotine gum from her mouth, tossing the wad on the nightstand.

At the magazine table I made myself another blast. A big one. I had a secret that neither of my hosts knew about: One more drink and I wouldn’t care. I wouldn’t give a damn what happened.

When I sat back down Sid was in the same position above Portia, except now he was working his hands down into the crack of her ass.

I lit a cigarette and took a long hit at the rum.

“More?” he whispered. Portia’s eyes were closed and she was humming. “Oh yes. Please. Please.”

Now her legs were wide apart and his bikini shorts were off and lying on the floor.

Sid was behind her rubbing his cock against her wet cunt and asshole. Portia opened her eyes then looked over at me as if asking permission.

I lifted my glass to toast the event.

He removed a rubber from his fanny pack on the nightstand and slipped it on. Then he fitted himself deep inside my skinny girlfriend.

A minute into it he leaned forward and breathed in her ear. “How ’bout the ass too? I know you like it up the ass.”

“Oh yes, the ass too,” she purred. “Do me in the ass, Sidney. Please. Fuck my ass.”

My drink was done and I got to my feet. “Okay,” I said, “I’m leaving. Thanks for the demonstration. I’m working tomorrow.”

“Wait, Bruno,” she breathed, stopping, looking up at me, her fat tits dangling beneath her against a pillow. “Don’t leave.” She pushed Sid away.

“You’ve made your point,” I said. “My dick’s in the dirt. I’ve seen enough.”

“Please. There’s some excellent Peruvian in my purse,” she breathed. “Have some. Have as much as you like. I don’t want you to go.”

The drug invitation made me change my mind. I was now drunk enough. “Okay, you win,” I said. “Don’t mind if I do.”

I located her handbag and found a two-gram bottle of blow in a velour pouch along with a gold straw and a mirror.

With the two of them lying on the bed I cut out three fat rails on the magazine table then snorted them. Coke has never been my drug of choice and I hadn’t done any in months so the effect was immediate and euphoric. I was whacked—drunk and wired.

“How about sharing,” she purred. “Bring it here, darling. Join us.”

Sitting on the corner of the bed I handed the bottle and straw and mirror to Portia. She cut out several lines, snorted two fatties, then passed the works to Sid, who did up the rest.

Her hand was on my arm. “Can I do you?” she whispered. “Can I suck on you?”

“Why?” I said. “This isn’t my party. I’m not needed here.”

“I want to. I want you to cum in my mouth. You know I love sucking your penis. I love tasting you.”

Unzipping my blue chauffeur’s slacks, I pulled them down to my knees. My cock was iron.

Lying back against the pillow I watched as her tongue began circling the head of my dick. Then I closed my eyes. She wasn’t a deep-throat artist. If she took too much in she began to gag. She was more of pole licker and helmet sucker.

When I opened my eyes again it was because Sidney was banging her from behind, long jarring strokes, interrupting her rhythm and my fun.

“Wait,” I said. “Let her finish with me. Then you can go next.”

Sid smiled but kept at it.

Then Portia stopped and pulled his cock out. She turned around and began sucking him off too. Then back to me.

Finally, sliding his cock from her mouth, she purred. “Sidney, let’s give Bruno something special. You and me. Okay, beautiful boy?”

Sid was ready for anything. Beaming. “I love it.”

So they both went to work on me, tongue kissing each other and passing my cock between them.

Sidney was a master at giving head. Cocks were his expertise. He’d take my entire joint in his mouth in one gulp then let it out slowly, holding it in his lips