Conquering Alexandria(7)

The loss of vision had been the worst when it came to fucking. I was a teenager and just a sophomore in college when I was injured. At that time, I had been fucking like a rabbit. No real skill yet, but I was learning. I was doing this cheerleader at the time. She was hot, but a total bitch. I guessed that was how most of the hot chicks acted. After my recovery, she and I went at it in her dorm. When I couldn’t make out her face, I ended up trying to make out with her nose. It was completely embarrassing. I played it off as just wanting to bite her playfully, but she noticed something was off. She told me I was freaking her out with the way I was looking at her. She said my expression had turned her off. Needless to say, I lost my erection and had started building those walls I thought no one could break.

I went to the doctor the next day and was told that being hit in the head had damaged my sight. My parents were afraid that I would lose my sight completely. I was told that if I used my glasses that the problem may correct itself. The problem was that wearing glasses caused another problem. I looked like a dork, and the bitch had the nerve to tell me that when we sat down at our usual table at lunch with all our friends. I got up and walked away. She called me for a week, but I didn’t have time for the bitch.

When I finally got so horny that I couldn’t take it anymore, I called her up and told her to meet me. I took her behind an old abandoned barn and tried to fuck her with the glasses on, but she wasn’t having it. She took them off my face, but then I remembered what she said the last I saw her, and it killed my mood. So, I turned her ass around and fucked her up against the wall, then on her knees, and left her to find her own way home after throwing down some bills, letting her know what I thought of her.

Since then, every broad I fucked took it from behind. My modus operandi was as follows: there were no special kisses, no eating the bitch out. Nope, I fucked you hard and fast with my eleven-inch cock and pinched your clit until you exploded. Then I came, got dressed, and walked out. I was done with them.

Fuck, now glasses were in. Well, fuck that—there was only one woman I wanted, and she would be the only one I would wear them for. Strange how one incident can change your whole outlook on life, and here it was happening to me—again.

I met my parents out for dinner. Now that my eyesight was better, I was happy. I enjoyed the dinner and the conversation, until I ran into a woman I fucked several or more months back. I really couldn’t remember, to me they were all interchangeable. Now, I knew my eyesight wasn’t great, but shit, I didn’t know it was that bad. She wore too much makeup, and it didn’t help her at all.

“Max, it is so good to see you again. Since when do you wear glasses?”

Shit. I had forgotten I was still wearing them after showing them to my parents. “Angela, I am having dinner with my parents, and my glasses are temporary.”

“It’s Monica. God if you weren’t such a good fuck, I would be really pissed.” She brushed her lips against my ear and whispered, “Keep the glasses on next time. Yummy.”

Damn, the bitch was drunk. I could smell the liquor coming out of her pores. I was fucking pissed. She couldn’t have whispered the other shit in my ear? No, she had to say that shit for my parents to hear. I knew that they knew I was no saint, but I never introduced them to any of the hit-it and quit-its.

“Thank you, but no thank you. Now that you have shown my parents you have no class, please get away from my table,” I growled out.

I turned back to my parents as she huffed away. “Mother, I am sorry about that. Damn crazy broad.”

“Well, now that your vision is corrected, maybe you could choose someone who is not a total whore to be the mother of my grandchildren. I am not getting any younger here, and neither are you.” My dad rolled his eyes at me.

“I am still young. I’m only twenty-nine. Mother, they all know the score, like that broad that just walked away. When I find the one and have my hooks into her, you will know.” I took a drink of my wine and sat back against my chair.

“Harlan, do you hear your son? You sound just like they play you out to be in the tabloids. Max, I thought I taught you better than that.”

“Mother, I am not as bad as they make me out to be. In fact, most of the stuff they print about me is bull. One evening out with a friend in L.A., and suddenly I am splashed all over the headlines. I wasn’t even with anyone when I was visiting Liam.”

“I am sorry, son, but it doesn’t look very good to a good woman when you have a trail of trash following you, even by accident.” She tilted her head to Monica sitting at her table with her latest lover. Damn it, I kept most of my “holes” out of my neck of the woods. I called them that because that’s all they were to me, just a hole to stick my cock in and get off. I know that makes me sound like a piece of shit, but fuck it—they knew what they were getting. There was never any promises. Hell, I didn’t even promise they would get to come. I just fucked it out of them. I guessed I was just good like that.