Diary: Rehab Guy 11-17-14

Upon meeting him, I couldn’t decide if I disliked him or not. He seemed a little too over the top and playful for my taste. I can enjoy people like that, but usually only in small doses. There was a decision I made in my mind right off the bat, though. I thought that his thick Cajun accent was incredibly annoying.

I didn’t talk to him very much the first night that he acted in the room next. He’s currently in a two year long rehab program for cocaine addiction, and volunteers there with me. My friend, A, seemed very taken with him and was talking to him all throughout the night. She kept telling me how hot he was, and he is hot. He’s an incredibly fit, tan, 6’3 1/2 foot hunk with a gorgeous face and a beautiful smile. I guess I misinterpreted him for just another pretty face and a waste of my time.

Then the next night came. A wasn’t around, and he asked me to go outside with him while he took a smoke break. I decided to go with him because I was bored, and I enjoy picking people apart on a personal level. My thought process was that if we were alone, then I could definitely achieve my goals.

He lit up a cigarette and sat on top of a table that was outside. I sat across from him, and found myself surprised with how easily conversation came. There was much more to this guy than I had initially thought. We spoke to one another about our struggles with depression and anxiety. I quickly revealed that I kind of understood the situation that he was in, being locked up and all because of my stay in the mental hospital. I can generally tell when people judge me when I say that, but he didn’t.

After that, we talked for the rest of the night about life, love, family, his 2 year old son, medications, mistakes, and everything. We’d congregate in between our rooms when we didn’t have customers coming through the haunted house. It was fantastic, and I felt as though we got very close very fast. Later in the night, he began commenting on my beauty. I wasn’t used to someone being so direct. He told me how pretty I was and that he had thought I was very attractive ever since he first saw me. He also took special interest in my eyes (they’re blue-green). I just shrugged it all off and figured that he was being kind.

I also thought that maybe he was just horny and lonely. He’s in a long term rehab facility, so he hasn’t been allowed to have any feminine contact for the past 4 months. I soon realized that all of that wasn’t his reason for flirting, though.

The next night, we acted next to one another again. Our flirting and deep conversation continued. I told him that I wanted to know everything about him, from his favorite color to his whole life story. His favorite color used to be blue and now it’s lime green, by the way. He told me about how his parents are divorced. His mother was a drug addict who would shoot up even on the weekends that he was with her. He told me about nights when he had to check her pulse to make sure she was still alive. His father was incredibly abusive and was the chief of police in the area he lived in. He was with a girl for 4 years and had a baby with her, but then he started doing drugs and she left him 2 weeks after his son was born.

He told me that he started using cocaine because he wanted an escape. The need to get away from all the bad shit in his head and in his life became overwhelming, so he used. Now, he realizes how he fucked things up in his life. He can’t be there for his baby boy, and he hates that. He’s missing out on so many good things in life, “like getting to cuddle and watch movies.” I think that it’s so cool how he is willing to take responsibility for his fuck ups, and become a better person. I feel as though so often people try to blame someone else for their hardships.  He’s not. He’s trying to right his wrongs, which is so damn admirable to me.

Anyway, sorry. That turned into a bit of a tangent, back to the actually story. We spoke for a long while, and at one point Rehab Guy stood really close to me. I backed away a tad due to the thought that a patron was coming. He misinterpreted my distancing myself and said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kiss you or anything.” I was slightly shocked by what he’d said, but tried to play it cool. My response was, “I didn’t think you were going to, but just know it would be totally okay if you did.”

Down the hallway from Rehab Guy’s room that he acts in, 2 rooms before mine, is a little black hallway. It doesn’t have any lights and generally other actors don’t go through it if there aren’t customers. We eventually found ourselves over there. At first, we just talked to each other across the little hallway. Then we became closer and closer and met in the middle. He put his face nearby mine, and I closed that kiss so fucking fast.

Once the kissing started, it didn’t stop. He was grabbing me for kisses every time that we were alone. There was one point where he shoved me against the wall and just started loving my face with his. I think it was the best kiss I’ve ever received in life. It was intense and  passionate with just the right amount of tongue. Our kissing, flirting, and deep conversations continued throughout the season.

Finally, a couple of weekends ago, there were clean-up days at the haunted house. Saturday, Rehab Guy and I hung out for the majority of the day. My job was sweeping everywhere, and so he came around the house and helped me. We kissed constantly and chatted. Eventually, along our path, we found a little closet that was blocked off by a fence. The fence was movable, and the closet opened up to a small room that didn’t lead anywhere else. Upon finding that, Rehab Guy and I got incredibly excited.

He pulled me into the closet with him and began kissing me in ways that I have never been kissed before. He kissed down my neck, and I swear on my soul that I came in my pants. Like a lot. Then he started dirty talking to me about how sexy I was and how he didn’t know if I could handle his huge cock. At that point, I began arguing with him and told him that I definitely could. He asked me if I wanted to see it, which I did so I didn’t decline. He pulled it out.

Oh my Jesus Christ. That man is hung. I’m 4/4 with big dicks, everyone. I don’t know how the hell it happens, but they always seem to find me. It’s quite possibly the most marvelous thing in life. Apparently I’m just capable of sniffing the motherfuckers out.

So he pulled it out and I had the largest temptation, as I always do, to put it in my mouth. That’s exactly what I did. Now, as I said earlier, it had been at least 4 months since that boy had had any sort of sexual contact outside of his own hand. So I definitely guaranteed that he wasn’t going to forget me by sealing the deal with a good old BJ. Then we continued with our duties. Later in the day, I had a discussion with him about whether or not he wanted me to be single until he got out of rehab. He said that if I could, he would like me to. Plus, we discussed the days throughout the year that we would be able to volunteer together and see one another, again. Then I told him that I could write him, and he could call me, so we’d find a way to make it work. Later that evening we went more into depth about how our families were very similar, and just talked for hours. I think it brought us a lot closer.

Sunday, I saw him again. Sadly, we were given different tasks, so we didn’t see each other all that much. There was a time when he and I happened to be in the same hallway at the same time, and we gave each other a knowing look. Then we ran over to a place that we both knew would be secluded. I asked him what we were going to do, since he was going back to rehab, and I was going back to real life. He just held me and told me he didn’t know, but we would be okay. He kissed me a lot and we talked about how much we were going to miss eachother. Eventually, we had to get back to our jobs before we were missed. Then I was about to leave with my friend, so I sought him out, gave him a goodbye kiss, and told him that I would see him soon.

Soon isn’t soon enough.
~CC.

Diary: Partayyy 8-17-14

Friday night,  my mom threw a party for her best friend’s birthday. She told me I was allowed to invite friends and we could drink as long as they stayed the night. My cousin, her brother, Beyoncé,  and my other friend, let’s call her Dipper because she used to dip all the time, came. I also invited Pikachu, and he agreed to come hang out.

The party started around 8, and Dipper and I began doing jello shots at least an hour earlier. Beyonce was one of the first to get there,  and later came Cousin. All was cool, we all drank and chilled and talked in my room. We mostly stayed away from my mother and her friends. Everything was going well, except for the fact that by 10, Pikachu still wasn’t there.

I called him and texted him a couple times, and received no response. It kind of pissed me off, but instead of getting angry or upset, I just threw back a few more drinks and tried to keep my shit together. There was no way I was about to be the girl who cried at a party or ruined the fun for others.  Fuck that.

Finally, around eleven, he called me and gave me a legitimate excuse for why he hadn’t come over yet. He apologized, and everything was totally cool. Then, he came over and hung out with all of my friends and I. Now before the party, Pikachu had told me that any form of PDA was not going to happen. But if we could find time alone, then make out sessions were a must.

Now, I made absolutely sure to find time alone. He walked out into the hallway to go get something, and I decided to follow him. Somehow we ended up making out in the bathroom. At first, the door was open, but when things started getting more heated Pikachu pulled it closed.  I began kissing him harder and pressing my hips into him. I was practically throwing him into my sink. He was obviously fearful that I was doing all of these things due to my drunkness, but that definitely wasn’t the case. He was so respectful and absolutely refused to touch me inappropriately or press me up against the wall. I could tell he was holding back because he was so tense, and I could feel his raging boner through his shorts.

I started kissing down his neck, and so he locked the bathroom door. Eventually, I ended up basically throwing him into my shower. He was up against the wall, and I told him that I wanted to blow him. He let me know that he generally didn’t do sexual things unless he was in a relationship. As I pulled down his pants, I asked if that meant that we were together. His response was a yes without any hesitation. Then his dick came out. Now, I had seen the outline of his penis when we were making out one time…

But I was not prepared for what I saw when I pulled down his pants. His dick was beautiful, like the King Cock. I had to shove it in my mouth in order to wipe the shocked look off of my face. Pikachu isn’t a very big guy. I mean,  I wasn’t expecting him to have a small weiner, but I wasn’t expecting him to have the package that he had. Jesus. I don’t even know how I’ve gotten so lucky dick wise. I’m 3 for 3 on large penises and I really hope that my record says that solid for the rest of life. Big dicks are truly one of my favorite things about the world.

Anyway,  I gave him the best blow job that I think I have ever given in my whole entire life. He was legitimately panting and trying to keep his shit together the whole entire time. It was fantastic, until my mom knocked on the bathroom door. I was too drunk to know what the fuck to do. Thank God, Pikachu is a genius. He told me to go out and tell her that I was sick and that he would hide in the shower.

She came into the bathroom to talk to me, and I was flipping the hell out on the inside. Once she was inside, she began asking me where Pikachu was and saying that if he had just left that was unacceptable. I reassured her that he had to be there somewhere,  and that I would find him. Then I walked out behind her, and turned off the light. Pikachu, that sneaky motherfucker, managed to run all the way over into the most random, darkest corner in my house and pretended he had been there the whole entire time.

Seriously, that was something I would have never thought to do in my drunken state. Thank God we got away with it. After that, we went back  and hung out with Cousin, Dipper, Beyoncé and Middle School some more. From there, Pikachu and I ended up on the couch, and everyone else passed out on my bed.

We just cuddled, talked, and made out for a really long time. I told him that I wanted to say something crazy, but I didn’t know if I should. I’m pretty sure he thought that I wanted to say I loved him, which wasn’t what crossed my mind at all… But he told me that he would say it too, but that it needed to be the perfect time and place. Where we were wasn’t it. That caught me incredibly offguard. And so I just went on this tipsy rant about how I was really into him and I just wanted him to feel the same for me. He told me that he was beginning to, and for me to not worry about it. It was really sweet.

And then Middle School puked in my room. He straight up, sat up and threw up all behind my bed. I legitimately could have killed him. Beyoncé,  Dipper, and Cousin all rushed out of my room, freaking out about how he’d blown chunks. This attracted the attention of my mother and his aunt. My mom then decided to flip shit on me for “allowing him to drink” when Dipper and Cousin were the ones feeding him booze. On top of that, she started to get pissed off for being all cuddly with Pikachu.  But I knew that was only because she was drunk, so I wasn’t too concerned.

My aunt tried to get Middle School to drink lots of water, but then he ended up vomiting even more in the middle of my living room. Then he passed out on the floor.  All the others went back to my room even though it reaked of throw up. Once everyone was in their places, my mom told me I needed to go sleep in her room. Hahahah. That wasn’t about to happen with Pikachu crashing on my couch. I was staying as close to him as humanly possible.

Luckily, she got distracted by this asshole drug addict who had come to the party. He’d pulled me outside earlier in the night and talked to me about fucking around with Pikachu and how I should be protected. I didn’t confirm that I was going to do anything at all. But then he decided to start disrespecting me and telling my mother I was going to fuck Pikachu, and that all of the people who were under 21 were going to have an orgy.

Then he came upstairs, pulled his dick out to show us his cock ring, and then gave out a bunch of condoms for our nonexistent orgy. After that, because he was drunk and fucked up on xanax and who knows what else, he fell downstairs. But not only did he fall downstairs,  he fell into my mom’s really expensive antique. My mother was pissed to say the least. While she was distracted, I laid on the couch across the room from Pikachu and pretended to pass out. Pikachu kept coming over to me and asking me if I could hear the fact that they were fighting over whether or not we were going to fuck. It was actually quite humorous at the time. My mom defended me and told Druggie that it wasn’t his responsibility to “protect” me. After that, she threw him out.

Pikachu and I just waited for all the commotion to die down and for my mom to go to bed. She was drunk off her ass, so we both knew she would pass out and be dead to the world. As soon as she went to bed, I climbed onto the couch with Pikachu. We cuddled and I kissed him, despite the fact that Middle School was passed out right. across the room. We both knew he wasn’t about to wake up. Pikachu was touching me all over, and he told me that he was going to need that amazing mouth of mine again. I went down on him and tried to suck his soul out through his cock, but he wouldn’t fucking cum.

Now I know for a fact that I have mentioned my obsession with making guys cum in past posts. It’s a must if I’m going to do anything sexual with someone, I have to make them cum or I have failed. After blowing him for a while, I finally asked what I could do to make him cum. But before he even said it I already knew what it was… His initial response was, “I don’t know if I should tell you. It’s really weird.”
So I said, with the confidence of those who have been ass fucked without crying, “You’re into anal.”

His face. His mother fucking face was priceless. I swear. He didn’t even know what to do with himself. I kissed him and told him that we could arrange that, to which he said that he no longer had lube in his car. I reassured him that it was all good and I had some in my room.  He looked happier than a child on Christmas. I whispered, “Yes, I am the girl of your dreams,” and then went to retrieve the lube.

I brought it to him, and then went and scoped out the downstairs. Nobody was there, so we made the decision to do anal down on the couch. Now, I tried anal sex with my ex boyfriend and it was by far the worst sexual experience I have ever had. I clenched up before he could even get the tip of his dick in my ass and curled up into a sobbing ball.

Where my confidence that Pikachu was going to be different came from, I have no idea. But it was there, and I wanted him to take my ass more than I’ve wanted a lot of things. He pulled his dick out of his pants, and lubed up. I took off all of my clothes, and as I did, Pikachu commented,  “My you are marvelous to look at.” I gave him a long kiss on the lips and then bent over on the couch in front of him.

He went in slowly, and it did hurt a little bit,  but it was definitely more than tolerable. He got deeper and deeper. It was an experience unlike any other to say the least. I can’t say that I disliked it at all, actually. It wasn’t what I would call pleasurable, but it was an interesting sensation to feel so full with someone else. It made me feel close to him in so many ways, which turned me on more than imaginable.

He only thrusted 3 or 4 times before he came. I think the whole thing lasted maybe 2 minutes. He came so goddamn fast and so much. It spilled out all over my ass and dripped down my legs and onto the couch. I felt incredibly accomplished because he’d told me the only thing that had ever made him cum was his own hand.

My ass bled for a while after that, which concerned me at first, but after some googling I realized it was totally normal. I threw my clothing back on, and Pikachu and I headed back upstairs. We cuddled for a while and I kissed him a few times. He passed out on me, and I wanted so badly to sleep there with him I knew if my mom woke up and saw us together that she would be pissed, though. So I gently moved him aside and went to my couch away from him. By then it was nearly 7 in the morning. 

I slept for a few hours,  and by 9 Beyoncé, Cousin, and Dipper had all decided to evacuate my room. The putrid smell of vomit must have gotten overwhelming when they were no longer drunk. Middle School, and Cousin left with my aunt because Cousin had to work. Beyoncé crashed in a chair. I  got up for a second to pee, and Dipper took my couch. So I just ended up laying with Pikachu. My feet were toward his head and his feet were toward mine. He kept cuddling with them and kissing them. Then he’d run his finger tips up and down my legs. It was seriously one of the happiest moments of my life. I grabbed his legs and cuddled with them, and we played this game where we would tap each other’s feet until we finally fell back asleep.

When one o’clock came around, everyone woke up again. Beyoncé and Dipper decided to go home, and  I went to my room to address the vomit. It was disgusting. I swear, if I see Middle School ever again, I will murder him in an instant. There was puke all behind my bed and all over the walls… And the smell, fucking shit, it was horrible. While I tried to clean that off the floors and off the walls, Pikachu folded blankets and discarded all the empties people had left all over the place. Then we scraped puke off the living room wall together.

By myself, that would have been a miserable task, but because he was there it was at least tolerable. I loved the fact that he stayed and helped. I’ve always been the kind of person who does things like that for people. I’ve always been the one who helped rather than being helped. It was so foreign to me, but so fantastic all at the same time. He makes me really happy, and he’s everything I’ve wanted and needed for a long time.

We had this really long, wonderful kiss before he left. And then he said to me, “I’ll see you soon.” Which made me come to the realization that he says that every time he goes. It really touched me and made me realize that this is it. He’s the one, because, “I’ll see you soon.” Is the last thing that I said to my aunt before she died of ovarian cancer. And I feel like him saying that is just her telling me that I should go for this, and it’s going to be okay. Maybe I’m insane,  but I get really good vibes from everything about him.
~CC.