‘No,’ I said. ‘I am completely at Jimmy’s disposal.’ I looked at him and ran my hand through his hair.
‘That’s promising!’ Jimmy said, giving me a wink.
I smiled a little. I walked through a few breath-taking bridges looking onto the Vltava River. The city truly felt like a fairy-tale setting. I was just with the wrong people to experience it.
‘Did you guys have enough time to see the city? Because I could really do with going back to the flat and doing a few drinks and other stuff,’ Eddie said, making a ‘smoking’ gesture.
‘Oh, is it that kind of evening?’ I asked.
‘You okay with it?’ asked Jimmy, while brushing his hand gently on my back.
‘Yeah, of course,’ I said. ‘It’s our fun weekend after all.’
‘Amazing, because I really want to get fucked this evening. Literally,’ said Eddie, while dancing and walking.
I wondered how my liver was doing.
We left the flat quite late. It was around eleven and the roads were booming with life. I, of course, didn’t pack any clothing particularly club appropriate, as I didn’t actually own any. I was wearing a tight t-shirt that would give the illusion of bigger triceps. Jimmy was wearing his usual attire: a short-sleeved polo and slim grey jeans. Eddie, however, was rave-ready. He was wearing a bright neon green string vest under a black coat. It looked fine on him; he was really skinny, like a grown-up twink. He was trotting around, flushed from drunkenness, singing, pirouetting and being a tit. Jimmy seemed much more of an introvert, so it made sense for him to surround himself with people that would pull him out of his shell. It explained why he was friends with Nicolas or Eddie. Both huge personalities, both slags.
We reached the club after a five-minute walk. It seemed like the Airbnb was booked based on the club distance alone. I removed my jacket and gave it to the cloakroom attendant. Cheap as fuck.
‘What are we drinking?’ Eddie shouted, over the loud music.
‘Double whiskey and Coke for me,’ Jimmy ordered.
‘I’ll have the same,’ I said. ‘Thanks.’
The club was very fun. Eddie wasn’t lying, there were neon signs all over the place. If it wasn’t such a sketchy place, I would have deemed it as pretty Instagrammable.
‘Here we go,’ said Eddie with our drinks. Then he was served nine shots of Jägermeister.
‘What the hell are those?’ Jimmy said, giggling.
‘Pure fun,’ Eddie said. ‘Come on. Just do three in a row and then have your cocktail.’
I wasn’t thrilled. I couldn’t exactly do shots. The idea was making me want to throw up already.
I couldn’t. I had to pursue this image of “cool guy”. So, I did. One down, two down and the third may have come back up slightly, but eventually went down. All washed up with the whiskey and Coke. I felt like I had reached alcohol capacity within minutes of being at Max.
We moved on to the dance floor, where we really had fun dancing with each other. The music was dated, European, but hilarious. It was so loud I couldn’t hear anything else, or think for that matter. Then I needed the loo. All that drinking was bound to come out at some point.
I told Jimmy, who decided to follow me. Eddie kept on dancing with strangers.
The toilets were very dark. It would be the last place you’d want to wipe your arse at. Luckily, I only needed a long piss, so I opted for the urinals.
They were packed with men. It was just one of those long ones, where you’d touch legs with your fellow pissers. It was a gay club, so no one minded.
I finally found myself a spot, and I immediately went in. I could barely hold it anymore. Jimmy managed to get himself next to me although he wasn’t interested in relieving himself. He was just there to watch my penis do its thing. I couldn’t entertain him until I was absolutely done with the stream of urine coming out of me. I really couldn’t deal with an erection there and then. As soon as I was done, he started touching it, stroking it gently to make it hard. He went down and sucked it, like a feeding bottle. No one around us minded. In fact many of them just plain stared at us and wanked themselves. It was hot, in a dirty, porn-scenario kind of way.
When more people started queueing to use the urinals, I pulled my trousers back up. I didn’t want to put myself between those poor queens and their piss relief.
Jimmy stood back up and we left the area.
‘Come with me,’ he said, holding my hand.
I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to see, but we went through a very dark corridor with only a small source of light, where there were a few guys having a circle jerk.
‘What’s this?’ I asked.
‘Look!’ he said while pointing at the light.
It was a glass panel where you could see men peeing or sucking each other off. Turns out, that was the other side of the urinal. People in the toilet couldn’t see behind as it was dark glass. Eddie was there with the other guys, with his cock out.
‘Hello,’ Jimmy said.
Eddie continued, completely unbothered by the fact we were there.
‘You guys just missed someone getting his dick sucked off,’ he said, enthusiastically.
‘I think that was us,’ I said.
‘Oh, nice cock, then!’ he said while looking at my crotch area.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked.
‘I’m into watching guys piss. It’s hot.’
Jimmy grabbed Eddie’s cock for a little rub. Weird friendship, I thought, but we were all pretty wasted.
Eddie put everything back in his jeans and walked away.
‘Let’s have a browse,’ he said.
We followed him through more dark places. The club had a lot more to offer than a dance floor and a bar. Room after room of guys fucking each other, rooms with swings, rooms with mirrors and a dark labyrinth. We walked into a small corner one. The light was scarce, and we could barely see each other.
Jimmy quickly pulled my jeans and pants down to my ankles. He started sucking my cock, making it drip with saliva. Eddie, in the meantime, was behind me with his hands inside my t-shirt, touching my chest and nipples. He started kissing my neck, and then turned my face towards him, so we could make out.
Jimmy was sucking hard on my dick, while grabbing Eddie’s arse behind me. Then he stood up, unzipped his trousers, pulled them down and rubbed his arse cheeks on me. He was begging me to fuck him, in front of Eddie.
I obliged and quickly made my way inside him. I grabbed him by his waist and fucked him hard, with my balls slapping his skin. Eddie was watching, touching himself. He’d touch our bodies and walk around us. He’d talk dirty; he’d entice me to fuck Jimmy harder and harder. Then he decided he wanted to take part in the action. He lubricated his cock and tried to put it inside me. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to do that. I wasn’t sure he had a condom on. I was uncomfortable. The fumes of alcohol were clouding my judgement, though, so after a few minutes, Eddie was inside me, while I was still pounding Jimmy. We were all sweating on each other; I could feel Eddie’s warm breath on my neck.
But it wouldn’t last long. I didn’t want Eddie’s spunk in me. Lord knows where that cock had been.
‘I’ll be right back,’ I said, pulling myself out of the situation.
‘We’ll wait here,’ Eddie said, giving me a pat on my arse.