Hi everyone. Sorry for this having taken ages, I've been kinds preoccupied with various Mighty Boosh things and the like. But I thought this really needed updating, and the next chapter hopefully won't have to wait quite so long.
Also, if you didn't realise, I'm English, but obviously since it's an American show I've been trying to use an American narrative voice, but if you spot any mistakes in the dialect or anything, please let me know.
Warning: I found it necessary to include a fairly graphic group sex scene. All characters are of age, and all acts are consensual, but if you feel this will offend you, be warned.
Anyway, hope you enjoy.
Chapter Six
Rolf often let himself out of the house in the dead of night, and so he had no worries as he quietly dressed and slipped out the back door. But it was not to check on animals or inspect the phases of the moon that he was going out for tonight, and that was what worried him. He knew his family would be disappointed if they found out just what he was going to take part in tonight. He knew they would punish him, and he knew that the shame of his actions would not be easily forgotten. There was a chance, even, that it never would be.
But he went anyway.
He passed through the still back yard, silent among the lows and snufflings of sleeping animals, and down the empty lane to the trailer park. He crept between the tin monstrosities, warily looking out for anyone who might be awake and jeopardise his secrecy, aiming right for the back. Through the trees, tall and menacing, but which he knew were his biggest shelter from the prying eyes of onlookers. And there it was. The famed ditch.
He looked down nervously, but the anticipation that had been torturing him as he approached receded as he saw Eric sitting down, leaning on the wall of dirt, looking for all the world like he was sitting in a lounge or a café talking to anyone in polite society. Arnie was there too, arms around Lee Kanker. They were absorbed in each other.
"Rolf!" Eric called, jerking him from his apprehensive musings. Eric was smiling warmly, holding out an arm to welcome him down.
Rolf descended the embankment slowly, feeling his heart begin to pulse faster, feeling hot and sweaty as he accepted Eric's hand and the soft, friendly kiss that succeeded it. Eric sat down, bringing Rolf to the ground with him, and pointed around the ditch to the various people he had been conversing with. He motioned to a couple, sitting close; a man with shaggy dark hair wearing ripped jeans and a woman with a brown bob, who seemed to be wearing nothing under her trenchcoat. "This is Sasha, and this is Tyler. And this," introduced Eric, indicating another woman close by, with long reddish brown hair and a slightly bored expression, dressed all in leather, "is Christine."
Rolf smiled awkwardly and said "hello", hoping Christine wouldn't recognise him from the fateful night at the club.
"Ladies and ladyboy," continued Eric, "this is Rolf."
Sasha and Tyler smiled widely, said "hi" and reached out and shook his hand in turn, just like anyone else would. Rolf saw Christine's smile widen a little and her features become more animated as she too shook his hand, warmly and affably. It seemed she hadn't seen him that night. Rolf managed to break a smile.
"Hi Rolf," said another voice, almost shyly, which Rolf recognised with a twinge of excitement. There was Arnie, for some reason looking just as nervous as he was, holding out his hand. Rolf took it. "It's nice to see you again," he said.
"You as well, Arnie," replied Rolf, shaking slowly. It seemed that perhaps Arnie had been hoping to meet him in different circumstances.
Lee Kanker said nothing. She smiled, widely but joylessly, and observed him with a calculating look.
Tyler began to paw at Sasha. Sasha sat still, slightly turned away from him, holding back a smile. As Tyler leaned closer to her, she leant over the other way and kissed Christine instead. Rolf stared as Sasha and Christine's eyes closed and their mouths writhed against each other, tongues squirming for position. They pulled apart, Sasha's tongue still out and remaining stretched towards Christine's mouth, and Rolf couldn't take his eyes off the sight. Two women. Two women kissing. He had never seen such a thing, and could never have believed that it could ever happen.
But then, at one time, he had thought two men could never kiss, and he was living proof that they did.
Tyler had begun to kiss Sasha's neck. She was leaning back to him, but she was still facing Christine. Rolf saw Tyler reach for the top button of Sasha's trenchcoat, but she batted his hand away with hers and leaned forward, thrusting her chest towards Christine. Christine reached for a button, and Sasha let her finger it open, and then the next, and the next, and the next.
Sasha was indeed wearing nothing under her trenchcoat.
All Rolf could see was a glowing vista of pale breasts and hips and thighs, mystifying like the moonlight, and a dark mass of pubic hair, strange and exotic as a forest at midnight. He was only dimly aware, like he was in a trance, when Christine leant forward to suck at Sasha's breasts, while Tyler ran his hands along her arms and kissed all over her shoulders.
Arnie came into the picture, already naked, and started to suck hungrily at Christine's neck. Aside from a tiny flicker of a smile and a slight incline of the head, Christine seemed to ignore him, and Rolf saw her slip a hand between Sasha's thighs.
Sasha made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a cry, and rose up on her knees, almost tipping herself backwards, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
"Ohh, oh, oh, oh mama! Oh mama! Oh mama!"
Tyler was there to catch her, and he lifted her up, inclining her forward slightly. Rolf could see Tyler's huge erection as he threw aside his ripped jeans and pulled away his t-shirt. God, were they all that huge? He watched as Tyler took Sasha by the hips and just thrust. Sasha practically screamed. Then her face became more open and filled with pleasure, while Christine's remained scrunched up in effort and Tyler's was contorted with need.
Arnie was trying to rip Christine's blouse off, while Lee Kanker knelt behind him, top gone and pants round her ankles, her arms around him. She was pulling his erection. Jerking it.
"Come on," he heard Eric say, but the voice was quiet and ghostlike. Eric came into view before him, on his knees with his head down. Before Rolf could feel the cold air on his penis, it was swallowed up in the warm, wet sensation of Eric's mouth. He could feel his own erection getting bigger, stronger, when suddenly Eric pulled away and it was seized by cold. He looked down. God, it was just as enormous as Tyler's. "Come on," Eric said again, now turning and leaning towards Tyler. He saw Tyler lean down and kiss Eric sloppily on the mouth. Face covered in saliva, Eric turned back to Rolf. "Just put it in," he gasped, raising his ass in the air. "Just stick it in before it goes dry!"
Rolf crept forward. He found the hole.
He stuck it in.
He felt Eric jerk, and saw him haul his head up to kiss Tyler harder. Rolf tried to move along with Eric's bucking, and eventually found himself moving to his own regular rhythm, which Eric then mimicked.
Tyler's hands came to his side and Rolf could see them jerk as they pulled at Eric's erect penis. Rolf moved faster. Faster. Faster!
Crying out to the air, he felt a release inside of Eric. Eric cried too, and a white stream spewed all over Tyler and Sasha.
Rolf fell back, pulling himself out of Eric, and Eric fell back next to him, panting. "My god you're good!"
When Rolf came to he felt ill.
He was flooded with images. Everywhere he looked, another person. Another person, another image.
Arnie and Lee. Lee and Tyler. Tyler and Sasha. Sasha and Christine. Christine and Tyler. Tyler and Eric. Eric and Arnie. Arnie and Sasha. Sasha and Lee. Lee and Christine. Christine and Arnie.
And him.
Images of him.
Images of him he obviously couldn't have seen, but he could imagine, because he had been there.
Christine pulling him on top of her, slipping a finger into his ass and wiggling it until he gasped and writhed, then opening her legs and inviting him, and he had known what to do this time and just stuck it in.
Tyler and Lee coming at him at once, kissing and biting his shoulders and then moving their way down and kissing everything else.
His mouth between Sasha's legs and the bitter taste as she smothered his head in her thighs.
Arnie pinning him down and pushing his legs up, almost bending him in half, pushing him open and sticking it in.
He felt very very ill.
He saw that it was still only just dawn, and if he crept in he could pretend he had just gotten up to feed the goats as normal.
No one need ever know.
He got up and stepped over the naked bodies, and recovered his clothes and slipped away.
He would never come back.