Talented Failure: The Works of A.T. Prenger

"Come on! Do it already!" Beth said. "I can't," I replied. "Sure ya' can." "Seriously. I can't." "Can't? Or won't?" "This is weird." "Just hurry up and go. My knees are getting sore from kneeling." "Yelling at me isn't going to make it happen any faster!" "Quit making excuses and piss on me!" "Okay. That's it. I can't go along anymore." I pulled up my underwear. I walked off the tarp Beth had laid down on her bathroom floor. I put the toilet seat down and sat on it. Ironically, sitting there made me feel like I had to pee. Beth got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the tub. She took off the lab goggles she was wearing and tossed them onto the plastic sheet. "Sorry," she said finally. "It's okay." "No, it ain't. Ya' were uncomfortable and I yelled at ya'. I shouldna' done that....

I was at a baseball game with Blood Shadow. Hot as hell. We were out in the right field bleachers with the sun beating at our backs. It was the top of the fifth, a close game, but the Paradiso Piranhas were up by two. Blood Shadow had a big grin as he recorded another strike-out on his scorecard. "We keep playing this well I think we'll make the series. We're definitely going to the playoffs." "Oh, yeah?" I asked. I wasn't interested at all. It was just filler conversation. I didn't care if the Piranhas won the World Series. It wouldn't make a difference to me. No, that wasn't true. It would. If the Piranhas won their first World Series there would probably be a riot in Paradiso. Actually, that wouldn't be a big deal either. We had the highest concentration of super heroes in America. Any riots we had would be relatively small and easily dispersed. So...I would be mildly inconvenienced by it. Baseball wasn't my sport. I didn...

Wade was over at my place playing Madden . He wasn't thrilled he was losing. I told him to stop picking the Paradiso Politicians. Everyone knew they were the worst team in the league and the game was just being accurate. He told me to have some hometown pride. "Hey, man, I don't want to seem like I'm staring at your dick, but...what's that? You okay?" I was walking back to the living room with a beer. I stopped and looked down. I expected to see my fly open. Instead there was a smallish, but very noticeable, blood stain forming on my jeans. There was no chance I could lie and claim it was spilled pizza sauce from earlier. "Oh, shit," I said. "That's kind of troubling, dude." "I know, shut up." I put the beer on my coffee table. I licked my thumb and rubbed it on the stain, like it was old and could wash out that easy. "Seriously, what happened?" "I don't want to talk about it. It's embarr...

"Oh, fuck me just like that! Keep going! I'm so close! Don't ya' dare change a thing!" Beth shouted. She arched her back and pressed against me. I felt her clench against me. She closed her eyes. I followed her command and kept pumping away at the same pace. I didn't speed up to try and help her along. Any change had the chance of ruining her climax. I was close myself. Her dirty talk and watching her gear up to come was so sexy I wanted to go myself. Except if I came I would stop pumping and we couldn't have that. Finally, Beth peaked. She hollered out. Her left hand slapped the truck bed. She grabbed a handful of my chest with her right. Once she calmed down I had my moment. I waited until she let go of my chest before rolling off her. I smoothed the blanket, which got rumpled during sex. I was on my back, panting and staring at the stars. Beth lay next to me, panting as well. Every so often she'd twitch. When she came that hard she didn...