Chad laughed and said, "It's probably just the house settling, pussycat. Big new houses like this make all kinds of noises."
"You're probably right, sweetie-pie," Dare said. "You're always right about everything."
Treston looked up at the dark ceiling and shook his head, then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly so they wouldn't hear him. He sat dead still on a suitcase, terrified to blink too fast, praying this wouldn't take long. He thought about taking a nap, but he might start snoring and knew he couldn't take that chance.
To both his absolute relief and utter disdain, Treston soon discovered he didn't have to be as quiet as he'd originally portended. When Chad and Dare started screwing around-it couldn't be called making love-Dare started to say things that twisted Treston's stomach into fifty different knots. The little blond pussycat didn't just talk dirty-he got into some of the filthiest, raunchiest sex talk Treston had ever heard or would hear in the future.
Though Chad was obviously the top man in bed, Dare gave the orders. Within moments after Chad had left the closet Dare started saying things like, "Get up here and give me some of that big fat dirty man-dick, sweetie-pie. I want you to shove that fucking man-meat all the way up my tight little man-pussy and breed me like a come dump until I can't fucking walk."
And that was only the lighter brand of sex talk. The rest was so depraved, and so outrageous at the same time, Treston found it amusing after the initial shock wore off. At one point, when Dare's voice went deeper and he said, "Fuck my tight little pussy with your big dirty dick and bang me like the little come-pig, fuck-whore I am, you big stud-fucker," Treston had to cover his mouth with both hands to keep from laughing aloud. He couldn't have made this shit up if he'd tried. He'd heard plenty of dirty talk in his time, so it wasn't a shock to hear people talking in bed. It was the nature, and the desperate tone, of Dare's words he found so entertaining.
Chad never said a word. The only voice that rang through the dark bedroom was Dare's, and each time he said something different, it turned out to be even more ridiculous than the time before. Treston's eyes started to tear up from laughter when Dare said, "Yes, you big fucking dirty studly fucker. Fuck my pink rosebud pussy harder. Fucking bang my tight little cunt and give me your fucking seed. I'm a whore, I'm a slut, fuck me with your dirty come-filled ram rod, you big horny stud." At one point Treston doubled over in pain when Dare screamed, "Oh, daddy, fuck me. Yes, daddy, fuck me with the big weeping cock like the pig that I am. I'm your come-pig and I want your fucking nasty load in my tight little pussy. Oh, breed me, daddy, fucking breed my tight little pussy."
Through all this vulgar screaming and bizarre one-sided sex banter, Treston wondered what Chad thought about all this. When he'd been with Chad an hour earlier, they'd laughed, joked around, and treated each other with unspoken natural affection. But there was no laughing with potty mouth Dare during their sex--Treston's own private amusement didn't count. There was nothing romantic or tender about it and this made Treston wonder if Chad liked all this silly dirty talk during sex. With some men it was hard to tell. They would pretend they didn't like it but the moment they heard it they got so excited you could see their chests heaving. And it was usually the biggest assholes who liked that kind of thing the most.
Treston had once met a dark scruffy man with tattoos whom he'd been attracted to. He'd even thought, for an instant, he could fall in love with this man. Treston had just been dumped by someone and he'd been sitting alone in a small bar sipping a vodka tonic. They guy seemed to come from nowhere and he had large hands and a deep swarthy voice. He said he lived in a big house in Los Angeles and he was in Vegas for the weekend. But when the guy pulled Treston's pants off in the backseat of his car a few minutes later and asked, "Do you wanna be my dirty, nasty little come pig?" Treston's eyes grew wide and he said, "I left my cigarettes on the bar." Then he put on his pants, jumped over the seat, and said, "I'll be right back." He didn't smoke, and he didn't go back to the bar. He ducked into the entrance, waited for a moment near the door, then slipped out and walked away as fast as he could. He never saw the guy again. It wans't that he thought there was anything wrong with dirty talk in bed. He wasn't judging anyone either. But he thought it had to be done a certain way, and if it wasn't, it could be either creepy or hysterical. With the guy he'd met at the bar it felt creepy; with Dare and Chad it sounded hysterical.
At least the sex between Chad and Dare didn't last long. From what Treston could gather, there wasn't any foreplay at all. He doubted they kissed once. How could they with Dare screaming all those asinine obscenities? It also sounded as though Chad's job description in bed consisted of stud services. When Dare reached the point of climax and shouted, "Ah yes, give me that fat dirty cock, stud-man, because your little pussycat is coming … deeper, fucking breed my pussy," and Treston could hear Chad's pelvis slapping into Dare's ass. It all ended with Dare howling so hard it caused a chill to run up Treston's spine. For a moment, he thought Dare's screaming had transitioned into a yodel. But it was too high-pitched for that. If Treston had heard this sound coming toward him in the distance on a dark night, he would have thought an animal had been hit by a car. The last time he'd heard anything so obnoxious, had been when a feral cat had been run over in front of his apartment complex. The cops came and had to put the poor cat out of its misery with a revolver.