All Journey's End

“All Journey’s End”
By
J.B. Galui
Copyright 2014
Published by: J.B. Galui

Opening:

What a way to fucking wake up, Cynthia sucking and sliding my cock in and out of her soft, wet, warm mouth. God does this feel good. But I want a little taste of her too. Now just let me slide that fuzzy femininity of yours over me here. Seems like Cynthia was enjoying herself working my cock over and the thought of having the oral sensation returned, because damn her juices are flowing, mostly down my face. It’s not easy drinking in all that goodness, especially when her floodgate opens. Now this is what I call a fucking grand slam breakfast.

I don’t mind her getting herself off with my mouth, I can always tell when she does. She lets out a long deeper moan. And I know she has no reservations about returning that favor. In fact I think she really enjoys it. I mean she has too, she does it so damn well. What a fucking rush it is when you feel all that penis protein shake being sucked out of your cock. Sucked down that sweet throat till there’s nothing left to suck. Fuck I love these wake up calls. Goddamn Motel 69 ‘we’ll keep our mouth wet for you’.

She slides her wet thighs down the hair on my chest then leans over and takes the half full glass of wine from the nightstand and takes a drink. Then she takes another but doesn’t swallow it. She turns and plants those soft lips on mine letting the wine flow into my mouth as she kisses me.

“Morning sexy.”

She says to me taking another drink of wine.

“Want another taste?”

I know she’s referring to the wine

“Of you, yes.”

“No not me, the wine, but you already knew that didn’t you?”

I just smile and take the glass of wine from her. Fuck is this woman sexy. I take a drink and set it back on the nightstand. She lays her head next to me so I slide back down and rest my head on hers. We both lie there quiet. It’s peaceful, something I’m not much used too, but it’s fucking nice.

Jimmy and I are on one of our forced vacations. That’s when the fuck assed clients we work for go on one of their happy little getaways and we’re out of work. No income for the assholes. That is unless we can find something to tide us over.

Those wonderful family vacations that cost them more goddamn money than the two of us dumb fucks make all year. And it’s usually sprung on us at the last minute. Yeah, the pricks are real good at that shit, springing things on us like this. Though it kills the wallet it’s good to get away from those fuckers for awhile.

Cynthia finally looks up at me.

“What are you thinking?”

I don’t want to fuck up this moment telling her the truth, so I tell her a small lie.

“About how I love waking up to you, especially the way we just did.”

Well I wasn’t really lying, that thought of us never left my mind, it was just clouded with other less pleasurable and useless shit for a moment.

“Yeah, me too. How about I make us some breakfast?”

“I don’t know if I could eat anything more after you.”

“Oh, you’re a good one with a dirty mind, I like that.”

She kisses me on the cheek and gets out from under the covers and stands by the bed.

“Nice ass.”

She looks over her shoulder and winks at me while she runs the palms of her hands over her backside.

“Play your cards right and I may let you have a piece of it.”

That’s what I was hoping for. She pulls on one of my robes, fuck she even looks good in that old thing, and then heads out to the kitchen. I just lie there with a hundred things running thru my mind. Some of it even good, imagine that fucking shit for a change, some good thoughts.

Fuck I may as well get my ass up too. I grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt from my drawer and throw them on, that’s when the fucking phone rings. Now who the hell wants to ruin my fucking day?

Oh, fuck it’s Jimmy’s phone. Sorry pal but I have better things to do right now, so I hit the end button and turn the phone ringer off. Part of me is thinking maybe he found us some work, then I look in the kitchen and see Cynthia bending over in the refrigerator with that sweet ass in the air. You can guess which one I choose.

I walk over and grab her by the hips rubbing my now hard dick around her ass.

“Oh, well hello there.”

She stands up and turns towards me holding some milk and eggs.

“You are a horny one this morning. What’s gotten into you?”

What a fucking loaded question that is.

“Just thinking about how it would feel getting into you.”

She looks down at my dick then up at me.

“I see, it looks like I’ll need to get that swelling down or I’ll never get anything cooked.”

She sets the eggs and milk down on the counter and rubs my cock with her hands. They’re cold at first from the refrigerator but they warm up quick. She then grabs my shirt and leads me back to the bed, looking over her shoulder a few times with that ‘I’m going to fuck the shit out of you’ look on her face. She pushes me onto the sheets and drops her robe. Fuck, I’m starting to think life is getting better.

Chapter 1:

Again we’re lying there in my bed, naked and relaxed, but still my fucking mind is drifting onto other shit matters. What the fuck is wrong with me? Even with this feeling of pure contentment with this wonderful beautiful woman cuddled up next to me, there is that part of my brain that won’t relax and let go of all the other fucking shit. Goddamn! I hate that part of my fucked up mind, I’d wish I could tear it out and piss on it or better yet erase it for good. But it keeps coming back like fucking Jason in those tired assed Friday movies. At least you could kill that prick for awhile.

 Cynthia stretches rubbing her ass on me, then kisses me.

“I’m going to try and make that breakfast I started before your cock changed my plans. You think you can keep your dick at bay till I’m done this time?”

I don’t think I have any more juice left to cum with right now anyway.

“Yeah, I think I can control myself.”

“Well that’s to be seen, but ok.”

She grabs the robe and this time heads to the bathroom for a shower. She comes out a few minutes later, her hair still wet, and heads out to the kitchen blowing me another kiss as she turns the corner. I act like I just caught it, stupid shit I know, but it’s those ‘give a little get a little’ things that seem to work for Cynthia, and really, what the fuck does it hurt?

So I lay myself back and stare up at the ceiling fan spinning around. It almost hypnotizes you, just spinning around, and around, and around. Fuck I need to get up and out of here before I zone out. Again I throw on my shirt and pants. Then I hear Cynthia calling from the kitchen.

“Hey, you know Jimmy has been trying to contact you?”

Ah fuck, I almost forgot about that, or maybe trying to forget about it.

“Yeah, I turned the ringer off earlier.”

“Well it must be important, there’s a bunch of texts and voicemails from him and someone you have listed as ‘The Bitch’. Anyone I know?”

Carlie, what the fuck is she trying to contact me for? We can’t stand each other.

“That would be Jimmy’s ex, she is a bitch. I have no idea why she’d ever take up any of her precious time to contact me, we hate each other.”

“Well maybe you should find out. If ‘The Bitch’ is willing to call you it must be really important.”

“Yeah, you’re right, but not till I enjoy some breakfast with you first.”

I take the phone from Cynthia, kiss her on the back of the neck and head into the living room turning on the TV. I start to smell that wonderful sent of the food, so I quickly jump in the shower too. Hell my dick is stuck to my leg like a glazed doughnut, but it was fucking worth it. I get out, brush my teeth, and even shave. Fucking surprises even me, giving a shit about how I look. That fucking pussy will make you do crazy things. Fuckers even kill or die for it. I’m not crazy enough yet to do that goddamn shit, but I will shave.

I hear Cynthia calling from the kitchen again.

“Food is ready.”

I walk in buttoning up my shirt.

 “Did you get all pretty for me?”

“Yeah, I clean up pretty good for a white guy.”

“You clean up pretty good for any guy.”

She sets a plate down in front of me then one to the place beside me. Damn that looks good, ham, eggs, toast, some juice and coffee. Fuck this woman is spoiling my ass.

“I hope everything is good.”

“Are you kidding it looks & smells great.”

I don’t waist any time digging in. Damn it is good, and I didn’t have to make it. Ah, hot coffee, I sure as fuck needed that. Cynthia eats so lady like. She had to have had some proper upbringing, or she taught herself. Either way it still baffles the mind what the fuck she’s doing with me. Class, looks, can cook, great body, had a great job so I’m sure she’s financially set, and fucks like it’s going to be her last time. Hell maybe I shouldn’t over think this shit, just be glad she’s around and enjoy it while it lasts.

We finish up. I grab our plates and put them in the sink and start to wash them.

“I’ll get those.”

She stands by my side and hip bumps me out of the way.

“You should find out what those calls were about.”

“Ok, thanks.”

Fuck I know I’m going to regret this in some way, especially since Carlie was a few of the calls. I don’t bother listening to the messages or read the texts; I figure I’ll just hear it all first hand. I press Jimmy’s number, fucking sad I couldn’t tell it to you if I didn’t have my phone. I need to change that shit. The phone connects and is immediately answered by Lori, Jimmy’s girl.

“Hi Lori, what’s going on?”

“I’m so glad you finally called, we’ve been trying to get you all morning.”

“Sorry, had my phone shut down. So what is the emergency you guys were calling about?”

“We had to rush Jimmy to the hospital. It doesn’t look good.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. We were watching some TV and he started coughing up blood. We weren’t drinking anything but some soda. He looks really bad.”

“What did the doctors say?”

“I think you need to come down to the hospital.”

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

Fucking hell, I knew this was going to be one of those goddamn calls that were not going to be good, and fuck wasn’t I right. ‘Fucking shit’ is all that was running thru my mind. Coughing blood, motherfuck that sounds real bad. I reach for my little white pills, fuck I think I need two, and grab a glass filling it with tequila.

“What’s going on? Everything ok?”

Cynthia walked over and put her arm around me, she could see something wasn’t right.

“It’s Jimmy. They had to rush him to the hospital. Said he was coughing blood. They said I need to get down there. It must be something…..ah, shit.”

“Come on I’ll go with you.”

“Thanks Cyn.”

That’s the first time I ever called her Cyn I thought as I pop the pills in my mouth.

“Oh, God.”

She lowered her head then looked up at me as I was chewing those nasty tasting things and trying to get the taste out of my mouth with the tequila.

“Can you spare one of each of those?”

She pointed to the bottle of pills and the booze. I opened the cap and put one in her hand and filled another glass. Chasing pills with booze, sometimes it’s a fucking necessary thing.

After both were now taking their effect in our bodies, I could feel myself calming down, she gave me a huge hug. I didn’t want to let go but I knew we needed to get going.

Chapter 2:

On our way to the hospital I couldn’t help thinking of all the fucking shit I used to give Jimmy. How he bugged the fuck out of me one minute and turned around and help me the next. How many goddamn times I avoided him, like I fucking tried to do this morning. Turning my fucking ringer down when I thought he was calling. It makes me feel like a fucking prick. I know in my heart I love him; fuck we’ve known each other a long time now. He’s probably my closest male friend. How can you love someone and be fucking bothered by them all at the same time? Fuck, I really need another one of my little white pills right now.

Cynthia drove; she knew I wasn’t in a good state of mind to be behind the wheel. We didn’t talk, she just turned the radio on. A fucking sad song, “They Never Told Me”, great just what I needed. The fucking words just kicking me in the nuts right now. She saw it wasn’t the best tune for me to be listening too. She could see it on the blankness of my face. Hell she could probably hear it in my silence. She reached over to turn the station but I stopped her.

“Let it play, I like this group. Jimmy and I used to listen to them.”

She pulled her hand away and put it on my leg.

“Who is it?”

“Some group called The American Mood. We used to say how the singer had such a great voice.”

Cynthia looked at me and smiled.

“She really does.”

She then rubbed my leg and ran her hand across my face. I hate to have someone see me like this, in this goddamn vulnerable frame of mind. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate showing this side of me. That side that says I’m not always that strong, that who gives a shit kind of person I make out to be. Fuck it all to hell. I hate feeling this way. But shit, if it’s anyone that I have to let in, that I have to let my guard down too, I’m glad it’s her.

We finally get to the hospital and park the car. Cynthia takes my hand as we head to the front entrance doors. I keep staring at the people coming in and out of this place and it’s like we keep walking towards it but we’re not getting there. Fuck, I was always told as a kid if you walk into a hospital you’ll walk out, but if they carry you in, they’ll carry you out. Even back then we all knew what that meant, and they carried Jimmy in.

We finally get to the front desk. This place smell just like every other fucking one does. I wonder if they all used a special hospital scented deodorizer they spray everywhere like a cheap whores cologne, just to remind you where the fuck you are?

The nurse tells us Jimmy is on floor close to the ICU, that doesn’t sound good. We head up the elevator and down the hall to his room. Lori is standing outside. She runs to greet us, hugging us both.

“Oh, I’m so glad you got here.”

I see she’s been crying, maybe that’s why she was standing out in the hall.

“What happened to him?”

She looked at me, dead in my eyes. I didn’t know what she was going to say but I could feel my heart start to pound out of my chest.

“Jimmy has advanced lung cancer, stage 4.”

Oh fuck, I didn’t know what to say. I just stood there. I couldn’t speak. Fucking cancer, Jimmy. He was too young for this shit. Cynthia took Lori’s hand.

“What can they do for him?”

“They wanted to remove his lung, then they found he had it in both of them and most likely in his brain. They want to run more tests but it doesn’t look good. He’s really weak.”

“Can we see him?”

“Yeah, but they have him sedated.”

We headed in. Ah fuck, they have him hooked up to everything. Visions of my father started grabbing at my brain like a fucking claw. He was just lying there like my father did, looking like Frankenstein’s monster. I’m watching for fucking Igor’s hunchbacked ass to come limping thru the door at anytime now. Fucking tubes, hoses, needles, all kinds of shit pumping and sucking at his half lifeless body. Goddamn, I never wanted to see this fucking shit again. Now here I am, just standing helpless watching my best friend hanging on to whatever life is left in him. Where’s the damn lightening bolts when you need them? I can’t stand that goddamn movie to this day and I fucking hate it even more now.

Lori walked over and brushed the hair from his forehead. I could tell she really must have loved him. Listen to my dumb fucking ass, referring to him in past tense. The motherfucker is a strong bastard he’ll get thru this.

“Carlie came by earlier. She didn’t seem to like me being here, but she was cordial. She left little Jimmy in the hall with a friend."

Carlie is a fucking idiot but at least she had enough sense to not let his son see him like this.

“She asked if you had answered any of the messages and so forth. Wanted to know if you’d been here yet. I told her you called and were on your way. She didn’t stay long just held his hand and left.”

That sounds about what that bitch would do. I walk over to Jimmy’s bedside. Fuck he looks bad, but how else is he supposed to look.

“This happened quick.”

I looked over at Lori. She put her hands to her head and started to cry. I had a feeling this was going on for awhile.

“No it wasn’t quick. Jimmy’s been sick for some time now. He didn’t want anyone to know it though.”

Well fuck, why the hell wouldn’t he say something, especially to me? And why didn’t I fucking see it? Am I that blind or am I just a stupid prick. I’d guess the latter; the same reason I turned the ringer down today. I didn’t want fucking bothered. But who the hell would have guessed this? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me Jimmy? Or maybe the better question is why wasn’t I a better friend you could talk too.

“The doctor left a little while ago. He said their going to keep him sedated till all the tests are done. The way he talked I don’t think he gives him long.”

Lori sat on the bed next to Jimmy and started to cry again. Cynthia put her arms around her; I could see she started tearing up also.

We stayed for a good while, not saying much though. I tried not to think about shit but you know my fucking mind, it had it’s own agenda. All the fucking shit I thought about Jimmy came back to kick my ass. All the bad shit. Why is it always just the ugly shit that appears in my head, we had some great times together, but they never fucking come around. You have to dig deep for those fucking memories. But the shitty ones, fuck they just roll right to the front row. Here we are fucker, start making yourself feel like a piece of shit. Start questioning who and why you are the way you are. Fuck now I can feel my eyes starting to well up.

Staring down at Jimmy all I can think of is here is just one more of those ‘a just God’ moments. Yeah, ‘a just God’, ‘a just God’ my ass. What the fuck did Jimmy ever do to deserve this shit. Fuck there’s assholes out there who’ve done worse that are better off.

I finally take Cynthia’s hand and motion for us to leave.

“Lori we’re gonna’ head out and get a bite to eat, you’re welcome to come with us, or do you want us to bring you anything back.”

“No you two go on ahead, I’m going to stay a bit longer then I’m going to go too. He’ll be out for the rest of the night anyway, but thank you.”

“Sure, we’ll stop back tomorrow. You know when they’re doing the tests?”

“I think early in the morning, but I have to be at work so I’m going to stop by later.”

“Ok, we’ll stop by then too. Call if anything changes.”

“I will.”

Cynthia and I headed out the door, but as I glanced back I saw Lori, still sitting by Jimmy, making the sign of the cross and I guess she began to pray. Well maybe The Big Guy will listen to her and I really hope he does because he sure as hell doesn’t listen to me.