Trip Home from the bar (story/pic)

 
        It had been a great night out at the pub.  Carl was plastered and had no clue about the world around him.  He staggered out the door and into the streets.  He passed out and fell to the ground a couple of times before reaching the door of his apartment.

        He turned the knob, only to find it was locked.  He flupped around in his intoxicated state to get the keys from his pocket.  He fumbled to get the key in the lock.  Damned this was jammed.

        He went around the back and attempted to climb the fence.  After a few tries the ended up with him flailing on the ground in the alleyway, he managed to flop himself over, landing with a thud on the grassy lawn.  The drunk guy was amazed with the softness of the grass.  

        He laid there for awhile, trying to re-orient himself.  Everything seemed all screwy and the blurry spinning world just wouldn't come into a clear picture.  He managed to get himself up and opened the sliding door.

       Upon entering, he was still disoriented from the drugs and booze. Everything seemed backwards to him as he slowly made his way up the stairs.  He was tired and weak and knew he had to get to his bed before passing out.  He kicked his shoes off while still stumbling up the stairs.  The carpet seemed softer than normal on his bare feet.

        He got to the top after an effort and pealed off his sweaty beer-soaked shirt and started undoing his pants.  He thought he heard some noise from the bedroom.  Nah, must have been the neighbors in the next apartment.  

        Carl's head was still spinning as he entered.  He undid his pants and dropped them in a heap on the floor.  Ge stepped over to the bed and lifted up the covers when he heard a loud scream.  The lights suddenly flicked on and before Carl's inebriated mind could grasp what was occurring, he felt a hard ram against his gut.

        It felt as if the air was knocked out of him.  There was a dull aching pain coming from his abs.  He found himself out of breath.  He looked down and saw the hilt of a short sword sticking out of his navel.  Blood slowly trickled from the wound, down his man-trail and into his pubes.

        Carl's eyes widened as he realized what had just happened.  A paralyzing jolt of adrenaline shocked throughout his body and he could feel himself in full thrush of an orgasm.  His face reddened.  He heaved out a couple heavy breaths before blood spewed from his lips and ran down his pale white chest.  He gagged twice on the blood and slowly sank limply to the floor.