Channels: A Collection, page 11
Paul was on edge, just about to cum when he felt a sharp pain at the base of his dick. Screaming, he jumped out of the truck and grabbed his crotch, which was already covered in blood. He realized that nature was already taking its course at the sight of semen shooting out from where his dick had just been mere seconds ago.
“What the fuck, Jay?” He screamed, not yet noticing Jimmy on the other side of the truck. Realization struck as he saw Jay slump over in the truck, almost convulsing as he grabbed for his throat. He turned his head to see Jimmy standing at the front, lit up by the headlights.
Distracted by the pumpkin head and hammer in his hand, it took Paul a moment to notice the clothes and realize it was Jimmy.
“Motherfucker” Paul shouted just before charging at Jimmy.
Jimmy swung the hammer just as Paul approached, hitting him at the base of the jaw.
A mixture of teeth and blood spewed from Paul’s mouth as his jaw shattered with an audible crunch.
Paul shouted out a gurbled mess of words from his broken mouth. “Plrzz glrbb furff!” He stood there in a fighting stance, despite being in an immense amount of pain.
Jimmy reared back the hammer as if to swing it again, but instead, kicked his foot out, sweeping Paul’s leg and taking him to the ground.
Standing over Paul as he lay on his back, still spouting gibberish, Jimmy stomped his foot down on his crotch, grinding it back and forth as he pushed down. The scream Paul let out now was ear piercing.
Jimmy turned the hammer around and approached Paul’s head. Rearing back in an underhanded position, he leaned down and swung the hammer, hooking the claws into the underside of Paul’s broken jaw. Feeling more strength now than he ever had when he was alive, he tightened his grip on the hammer and
began walking, dragging Paul alongside him as he approached the front of the truck.
Illuminated by the headlights, Jimmy pulled the hammer up with all of his strength, ripping Paul’s broken jaw clean off of his face.
Paul lay there, tongue lolling where his jaw used to be. He tried to scream, but only managed to gurgle through the blood that was pooling in his mouth. With a gasp, he began to choke on the blood, triggering a cough. He looked up at the jack-o-lantern face Jimmy wore and could swear he saw its mouth form a smile as the hammer came down once more.
Lacey sat on Kim’s bed, hugging her legs to her chest while watching Pet Sematary on the TV. Kim was on her computer, oblivious to the nightmarish, skeletal woman on the screen.
On nights like this when her parents were away, Kim often had Lacey stay over. Watching horror movies together while in the house alone had become a bit of a tradition for them over the last year.
Tonight was a bit different though, as Kim was focused on typing out different things she would say to break it off with Paul. She had decided that afternoon that she was done, and wanted to make sure she didn’t miss anything when she gave Paul the laundry list of reasons she was done with his shit.
Caught up in their own devices, neither Kim nor Lacey heard the window on the back door breaking downstairs. They didn’t hear a thing as Jimmy let himself in and made his way up the stairs.
Jimmy stood in the doorway for over a minute before Lacey finally saw him in her peripheral and let out a scream that almost made Kim fall out of her chair. She gasped at the sight of the blood on his clothes and his jack-o-lantern face. Her heart thumped harder at the ax in his hand.
“Jimmy?” Lacey asked, just then recognizing his clothes, despite being stained dark red.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kim asked.
Jimmy held his finger up to his mouth in a ‘shh’ gesture before pointing at Lacey.
“This isn’t funny, Jimmy. I know Paul’s an asshole, but it doesn’t mean you can break into someone’s house.”
Jimmy turned to face Lacey. When he spoke for the first time since being brought back from the dead, it wasn’t his voice that came out, but Lacey’s. “I’ve seen him a few times. I used to walk across the Patrick Street bridge that crosses over the tracks on my way home before I moved. I would see him sometimes.”
“Oh god” Lacey muttered, a sinking feeling in her stomach at the realization that this wasn’t just a bad joke. She held up her hands in surrender as he raised the ax in his hand. “Look, Jimmy. I’m sorry, okay. Whatever they did to you, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told the…”
Her apology was cut short by the ax coming down on her hand and splitting it in two. Kim ran to the bathroom and closed the door, leaving her friend behind to fend for herself. Lacey was too busy holding her hand and screaming to notice.
Jimmy now had her cornered and he raised his axe again. Another scream had just begun to break free from Lacey’s mouth when the ax came crashing down on her skull.
Leaving the ax planted there, Jimmy watched Lacey as her body twitched. He pulled the hammer, still covered in Paul’s blood, from his belt loop and raised it over his head. With precision aim, he brought the blunt end of the hammer down onto the ax, implanting it even deeper into her skull. Blood poured down her face as her body finally stopped twitching.
Kim waited through about twenty minutes of silence before opening the bathroom door to see if Jimmy was still there. The room was empty except for Lacey who lay bleeding out in the corner. Kim gasped and put her hand over her mouth at the sight of her friend.
She heard the faint sound of her back door closing and stood there for a moment before attempting to leave the room to run downstairs and call the police.
Breathing heavily and returning to a panicked state, she rushed for the door to head downstairs. As she turned down the hall, she was stopped by a sudden sharp pain in her chest. She barely registered Jimmy standing directly in front of her before collapsing to the ground.
Satisfied with his night’s work, Jimmy turned and headed back downstairs. Exiting through the back door, he walked past the yard and into the woods behind the house. He was greeted by two familiar faces there. They joined him as they all walked into the darkness, awaiting their return the following evening. Jimmy had a few more people he wanted to pay a visit to before his time was up.
Beware The Blowjob
He wasn’t much to look at, but goddamn, that head was phenomenal.
Don’t act like you haven’t been there. You go to the bar, hoping to get lucky, but for whatever reason, you keep striking out. You’re so fucking horny that you’d settle for a blowjob from a bum in the alley behind the bar if that was all you could get. Well, I didn’t quite stoop to that level, but I did go home with someone I didn’t find attractive.
He wasn’t the ugliest person I’d seen in my life, but with his bad skin, greasy hair, and the awkward way his body was proportioned, he wasn’t exactly someone I would have chosen in another circumstance. He approached me at the bar during last call.
“You’re hot,” he said as he squeezed in between me and another patron waiting for a drink.
“Thanks.”
“What’s your name?”
“Calvin,” I lied.
“I’m Jerry.”
I looked him up and down. You’ll do, I thought to myself, my small head having taken over for the night. I could see the nervousness in his eyes; his expectation of rejection.
“Your place?” I asked after a moment of awkward silence.
He looked at me as if surprised I cut to the chase so quickly. He had to know I was just horny and settling.
“I… uh… I guess so.”
“Should I follow you, or?”
“I took an Uber, actually.”
“Cool,” I replied, holding up my keys, “I’ll be your ride home.”
Jump to the two of us in my car driving back to his place. Jump to me pulling out my dick while dodging his attempts to kiss me, trying to get the point across that I just wanted something wet and warm to shoot my load into. Jump to me removing my pants and sitting on his couch, my dick standing at attention, and him getting the hint.
He got down on the floor, on his hands and knees, and took my cock into his mouth. I moaned as he bobbed his head up and down, taking it all the way in. Lost in my own ecstasy, I put my hand on the back of his head, touching his greasy hair for a moment before quickly pulling back.
I had heard buddies of mine, both gay and straight, talk about this before. Going home from the bar with someone unattractive. They told stories about how it was often some of the best sex they had. They said it was typically more uninhibited, that these types were so grateful to have someone go home with them that they would let you do just about anything to them.
I chuckled to myself at this thought as I watched this ugly fucker go to town on my dick. It actually excited me, the thought of someone feeling that lucky to have my dick in their mouth. Before I knew it, I was there. I grabbed his shoulders and shot my load down his throat.
He stood up after. I hadn’t noticed him taking off his pants, but there he was, his little boner pointing right at me as if asking for his turn. You should have seen his puppy dog eyes when, instead of returning the favor, I settled on giving him an unenthusiastic hand job before leaving. I wasn’t even planning on doing that much, but the head was good, and he swallowed, so I felt obligated.
I got up off the couch after and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands and take a piss. When I got back to the living room, he was still on the floor. I walked around him to grab my pants. As I was putting them back on, he tried like hell to get me to stay the night with him. He was practically begging me. I made up some bullshit story about having to get up early for a family function and headed out the door.
As I got in my car and started it, I saw him standing there in his doorway looking disappointed. Those same puppy dog eyes and a hopeful smile as he waved goodbye. I backed out of his driveway and peeled out down his street without even acknowledging him.
The drive home felt like a blur. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was walk through the front door and collapse on the couch, and that’s exactly what I did.
My house was a small rancher that sat nestled in the woods about thirty minutes outside of the city. I loved the solitude there, and the fact that my closest neighbor was a mile away. It was my own quiet little sanctuary, and it gave me the privacy I needed to keep the people in my life from questioning my sexuality. Who I slept with wasn’t anybody’s business but my own.
A few days went by before I saw Jerry again. I had stopped in a restaurant in town for dinner after work. It was a little carry out place that specialized mostly in subs, sandwiches, and salads. I often stopped there after work for a quick bite before heading home for the evening.
I was sitting by myself in a booth waiting for my order when he walked in through the door. Looking over, he did a double take at seeing me there.
“Calvin! How are you?”
“Doing fine. And you?”
“Better now. Was hoping I’d see you again. Give me just a minute,” he said, before heading over to the counter to place an order.
We made small talk for a bit while waiting for our food. I was hoping he would grab his food and go once it was ready, but instead, he helped himself to the other side of the booth I had picked out.
As we had our dinner and chatted, I couldn’t help but notice the look of wonder in his eyes. This guy was really hoping for more. He was probably looking at this impromptu meal as a date. I was amused by this thought, but also a bit turned on. I hadn’t had any plans this evening, but I knew by the glowing smile on his face that I could probably go back to his place this evening and turn him out before heading back home.
Just as I expected, as we finished our food, he paused for a moment before extending an invite.
“You uh… wanna come back to my place and watch a movie or something?”
“I don’t know. I appreciate the offer, but I have work in the morning. I should probably head home.” I lied, kind of. I did have work in the morning, but I was never opposed to hooking up on a work night. I just wanted to see how badly he wanted me. I made to stand up and leave.
“Please. Just tonight,” he said, grabbing my hand, stopping me from standing up. “I know I’m not your type. I know you settled the other night, but you’re the hottest man that’s ever stepped through my door. I just want to taste you one more time.”
I looked at him as though I was considering his offer.
“You don’t have to do anything in return. Just let me get you off again and you’re free to go.”
“Do you bottom?” I asked.
“Well, I haven’t yet. I’ve been waiting for the right person…” he trailed off as if unsure what to say next.
“Give it up, and I’ll come over.”
“Deal. Just… just take it easy.”
The look of hope in his eyes was pathetic. I almost pitied him.
Thirty minutes later, we were in his bedroom with our clothes off. As I had the first time we hooked up, I spent my time dodging his attempts to kiss me; sometimes by pulling him in for a hug, and other times by pushing his head back down towards my cock. Eventually I got tired of the foreplay.
“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” I said, immediately seeing the reluctance in his eyes, as if he wasn’t ready for this step yet. However, I knew he wasn’t about to say no. He nodded and did as I asked.
I grabbed the bottle of lube from his nightstand and poured some in my hand. I spread it on my cock and his asshole before positioning myself behind him and lining up with his hole. I could feel him begin shaking as the head of my dick touched his puckered hole. I grinned at this, and began pushing in. There was a little resistance at first, but when I gave a bit more of a push, it surprisingly slid all the way in.
He gasped at this and moved forward a bit, grabbing onto his headboard with both hands.
“Easy. Easy,” I said, “just breathe and relax.”
“It hurts!” he said, his pain showing in his voice. “Can we just do something else?”
I pulled out and stepped off the bed, grabbing my pants off the floor as I did so.
“Wha… what are you doing?” he asked.
“I should probably just go home. I don’t have time for games.”
“Please! Don’t! We can try again. Just go easy.”
Dropping my pants, I positioned myself behind him and shoved my cock back into his ass. He flinched again but held back his pained moan.
“Better?” I asked, knowing it still hurt him.
He nodded in reply, not wanting me to leave.
I went slow for a few minutes, but quickly picked up my pace, pounding away while he held his face against the pillow to silence his pained moans.
Knowing that he was in pain, but too afraid to ask me to stop, turned me on more than I realized it would. I got off on his muffled moans, and it didn’t take long for me to shoot my load inside him. I could swear I heard him sigh with relief at knowing I was finished.
As I pulled out, I looked down to see a bit of shit and blood smeared on my dick. I could smell it too. He turned around to face me, and before he could protest, I pushed his head down and shoved my dirty cock in his mouth.
“Clean it off,” I said as I held his head there. He was clearly holding back gags, but I didn’t let up until I knew he had sucked it clean.
When I finally let go, he sat straight up, his face red and tears in his eyes. He got up from the bed and turned to me before leaving the room.
“I’m gonna get cleaned up a bit, then we can watch a movie or something.”
I nodded, and as soon as his bathroom door closed, I put my clothes back on and left. I laughed as I began my drive home, picturing him coming out of the bathroom to find me gone, realizing I just used him for a nut.
My laughter, however, was stifled about fifteen minutes later when I got a text message alert. Picking up my phone, I swiped the screen to see the message was from a number that wasn’t saved on my phone.
Where did you go? Is everything okay?
It can’t be him, I thought to myself. I never gave him my number.
I started to type a reply, but instead of sending it, I blocked the number.
Maybe I gave it to him when I was drunk and forgot.
I was pretty sure I hadn’t, but I couldn’t think of any other way he could have gotten my number. Hell, I hadn’t even given him my real name. I decided to avoid the restaurant we had eaten at that night for a while. The more I thought about it, I figured it was probably best to avoid any in that area for the time being. At least until some time had passed.
Sadly, that didn’t work. It was just a few days later when I received a friend request from him on Facebook. I figured he must have searched me by my phone number, since we didn’t have any mutual friends.
I knew I wanted to block his profile, but I decided to do a little digging first. I scrolled down his profile to see his status as ‘In A Relationship’. Scrolling a little further, I saw a post from the night I left him hanging that said ‘Had a great date tonight. I think I’m really falling for this guy.’ The post contained a few pictures he had apparently taken of me at the restaurant; pictures I wasn’t aware he was taking.
“What the fuck?” I said aloud.
I scrolled some more and found a post from the night we met. ‘Met a really cute guy tonight. I really felt a connection.’
I scrolled a bit further, but his posts from before the night we met were very sporadic, and mostly just pictures of plates of food he was about to eat.
Feeling weirded out, I went to the menu at the top of his profile and blocked him. After that, I pulled up my Instagram and searched his name, only to see he was already following me. I blocked his profile there too and hoped that was the end of it.
Everything seemed to settle for a few days, however, by the end of the following week, I began getting new texts from different unknown numbers.
