The water was beating down, and that eerie feeling caught him again. Ronald felt lightheaded, and suddenly he was reminded of being a kid, of having no friends to play with, all the kids pointing and laughing at him.
Then, above the sounds of the water, he heard a whisper. “I’m lonely,” it said.
“What?” he said as he quickly cut off the water.
He didn’t hear any voices, but instead heard the clinking of plates on the other side of the bathroom door. He threw on his robe and opened the door. The old man had wheeled in a tray and was setting up his meal on a small table.
“Sorry, hope I didn’t startle you, son. I knocked, but you didn’t answer, so I let myself in. Hope you don’t mind.”
Ronald was still a bit woozy, and it felt surreal. He was sure he heard a voice, but it must have been the old man. “No, that’s okay,” he said as he rubbed his eyebrow, “I didn’t expect you to have the food ready so fast. I was just drying off.”
“Well, you’re all set. Burger, fries, and some fresh, hot coffee.”
The aroma of the burger smelled great. “Thank you, it smells delicious.”
“If you need anything else, son, just give me a holler.”
“Thank you. I’ll do that.”
The old man let himself out, and closed the door. Ronald went back to the bathroom, dried himself off, then sat down and enjoyed the burger and coffee.
Now that he was warm, dry, and well fed, Ronald finally could relax. He looked through his bag for his smokes. Deep down at the bottom was half a pack, crinkled, but dry. He lit a butt, and took a seat down on the bed. Ronald grabbed for the remote control, and as it flipped on the dizziness returned. Awkward adolescence, no friends but lots of pimples flashed through his mind.
“I’m lonely,” he heard.
Ronald blinked, and began breathing heavily. Where the hell was that voice coming from? He hit the mute button on the remote control, and looked around the room. He took a long drag off the cigarette, and inhaled deeply.
“This is crazy!” he said, then turned the volume back up on the television. Ronald lay back on the bed, and placed the smoking cigarette in a cheap metal ashtray on the night table.
Ronald flipped around the stations—nothing but crap. He turned to the pay-per-view section and looked at the choices.
“Seen it! Seen it! That one too,” he said aloud. Nothing but shitty Mel Gibson and Kevin Costner movies to choose from.
“There must be something worth watching.” At the bottom were some off-color choices. “Ah, Valeria Eats Meat! That sounds like a winner.”
He clicked on the pay button and a warning came on reading, Movie already in progress. Press pay button to view. Ronald couldn’t care much for the plot, and immediately pressed the pay button.
“Good call,” he said with a laugh, as he picked the flick up right at a high point. Valeria—her cleavage well exposed, the black, lace push-up bra just barely able to hold her tits—had her fiery red lips wrapped around the purple, blood-engorged dick of some muscular and well-shaved dude. Her long black nails clawed his shiny, waxed chest as her head bobbed up and down.
Ronald reached into his robe, and began fondling his squeaky clean balls. His cock sprung up from the visual stimulation, coupled with the touch of his familiar hand. He rubbed it lightly, then more fiercely. Valeria was taking this guy’s ten-inch dick like a pro, Lord knows she could devour his six incher.
Ronald’s cock was getting firmer and firmer, his head enthralled by the porn flick. Then, she did the unthinkable!
“AHHHHH!” the guy in the movie yelled.
“Oh shit, she didn’t just do that!” Ronald yelled at the TV as his hard-on toppled as if he’d seen his grandmother naked. But she had all right. Valeria pulled up from the guy’s lap and turned to the camera, grunting. His ten inches hung from her grinning mouth like she was a stray hound dog who’d found a rubber bone. The guy just grabbed his bloody, vacant crotch area and hollered.
“Enough of this shit!” Ronald said as he flipped to another station, wincing. He grabbed his cig from the ashtray, took another puff, and put it back down.
Teeny Tiny Teen Babes. Press purchase to view, the screen read.
“That sounds better,” he said as he pressed the purchase button with one hand. The other hand was stroking his balls gently, trying to get things kick-started again. Nothing cools a guy faster than seeing a hot chick bite a guy’s dick off!
But the penis is resilient! Ronald’s cock jumped back to attention at the sight of three barely legal babes: a curvy, yet petite blonde, a skinny brunette, and a redhead so ridiculously proportioned that it was a wonder she could even stand up, much less hold those fat titties up on that teeny, tiny frame. He whacked his shaft harder and harder, his eyes glued to the bouncing breasts and little asses.
His cock was at its fullest, and he was almost to the point of no return, when his eyes went fuzzy again. His physical joy was suddenly overwhelmed by an inner feeling of sorrow. His mind flew backwards in time again. He saw himself as a man in his twenties, married with two kids, a dog, and a house, yet still not satisfied. Still wanting more. Then, he heard the voice once again.
“I’m lonely,” it whispered.
“Jesus, can’t a guy even bust a nut in this hotel without being disturbed?!”
Ronald stood up, and looked around. Where the fuck was that voice coming from? Next door? He walked to the door, and opened it. The hallway was empty, and quiet. He closed the door and walked to the far wall, putting his ear up to it, listening to the next room. It too was silent.
“Where the fuck is that voice coming from?!”
He walked to the window, and looked out. It was still raining, and there were thirteen stories between him and any person, so the voice wasn’t coming from out there.
“This is crazy!”
Ronald sat back on the bed, and turned the volume up, hoping the sounds of giggling teens would drown out the whispering voice. The furry-chested, cheesy-mustached guy in this movie was having much better luck than the guy in the last one; he had the redhead’s fat tits in his face, the blonde riding him like Hoss at a rodeo, and the brunette’s tongue deep in his hairy asshole.
Ronald went back to slamming his cock. He was gonna blow his wad in this fucking room if it was the last load he ever blew! He groaned as if taking a ferocious shit—his face turning red, his cock getting sore from the friction.
The girls kept on giggling as they switched places. The redhead got down and rubbed the guy’s nuts with her beach ball tits and the blonde began massaging his ass and back. The tiny brunette hopped on top and tongue-kissed him—he must have tasted his own smelly bunghole, but hey, he didn’t seem to mind.
“This is truly raunchy,” he said with a sinister smile, while whacking harder and harder, determined to cum.
Instead of getting lost in the passion of his own hand, he felt his eyes water. The voice spoke again. “I’m lonely,” it said.
“Shut up!” Ronald said, not breaking his pace with one hand, turning the volume up on the remote with the other.
“I’m so lonely,” the room said again.
His eyes were fuzzy and he could no longer see the porn flick. In his head were sights of his wife. The last good fuck they had was years ago. Things just deteriorated, him on the road all the time. He wished she’d give him one more chance to make things right. He missed her. He missed his kids. He missed his dog. He missed his house. He missed his life. Ronald was alone.
“I’m oh so very lonely,” the room whined.
“Shut up goddamnit!” he yelled, slamming at his cock so fucking hard. But he just couldn’t cum. It wouldn’t fucking come out! He grabbed the remote and turned it up as far as it could go.