Sleepeth Not, the Bastard by Dave Matthes

Author:Dave Matthes [Matthes, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amazon
Published: 2014-08-27T20:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 4

HAVE SOME COURTESY,

HAVE SOME SYMPATHY...

A cactus, with spines as large as Uranus in autumn, found its sneaky little Negative Nancy way into my path. A path I was blind to as a result of the flock of seagulls bursting as if from nowhere, flying west and disintegrating into the horizon. A subsequent choir of angelic voices followed suit, but only as if to tease...because not even something that beautiful could relieve me from the pain inflicted by that goddamn rogue wandering cacti as I crushed it with a bare foot.

“I’d ask why you were walking in such a place without any shoes,” Wolfgang said, moseying into sight, emerging from a blinding flare of sun-spotted distance, “but then that might contradict your preconceived notions of me being a figment of absolute pathological nutjobiness obsessed with cocks, coke, and the seamless merging of spiritual corruption and spiritual purification. And we can’t have any doubt in this particular region of Insanity.”

“I’m dreaming,” I groaned against the agony in my sole, leaning back upwards against a boulder, hot against my ass. It was then I realized I wasn’t just barefoot...but stark fucking naked. The combination of this kind of physical pain versus this type of embarrassing reality could only parallel with the time I-

“Yes, dreaming, of course you are,” Wolfgang interrupted my thoughts, which I’m sure weren’t really going anywhere in particular, “but then again, who isn’t?”

A dozen or so hundred pages of rotted, burned, and bent and folded parchment blew passed me, their edges scraping against my shins and ankles...as if hoping I’d stoop down and grab a few, as if the damn things had feelings and emotions...like they just wanted to be touched...held...whatever words they had scrolled upon their faces to be read and understood. So as to distract me from their presence, Wolfgang, naked as well, dick swinging full force in the Nevada wind, knelt down on his knees before me...

“I don’t usually elect myself in such a way, but role reversals can be an adventure all on their own,” he placed his hands on my cock, massaging it ever so slightly, warming it with his breath...kissing the tip...

“What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Sucking an orgasm out of your penis, obviously,” he laughed, as if I shouldn’t even have had to ask. And without further questioning, he dove right in...and I didn’t do anything to stop it...

Except...

“WHOA,” I sat up...waking up..rubbing my eyes, checking the sheets to see if I’d pissed the bed. Survey says “no”...this time. I had been dreaming of course..luckily...but the slick-lickin’ sleuth with the title role of my dream was still in my presence...this time sitting in the love seat across the room against the balcony window.

“Ah, the walking wet noodle. I was wondering when you’d wake up. You were dreaming about me,” he said, chin resting on an open palm, “It’s okay. You’re not the first. I’ve seen that look before,” he got up from his seat, snaking his way toward me until his lips were just centimeters away from mine, “My advice: once you go dong, you’ll never go wrong.

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