started with a kiss: one tender, soft kiss. We were parked out by
the Henderson's old place; you know, by that house out on AA that
has the billboard in the front yard, big enough for the cars traveling
south on the interstate to see. ASK JESUS TO MAKE HELEN WELL. Only
nobody knows who Helen is, or was.
Coal and I had just got out of work.
We closed down the Dixie Queen together. It was summer, hot, boring.
Just out of school, nothing going on, nothing much to look forward
to but a cold beer. We drove past my house and I grabbed a couple
six-packs from the fridge and motored down to AA where we could
watch the lights of the interstate as cars drove past on their way
There was a bit of breeze, just shooting
the shit together in his beat-up Camaro. Coal and I always did get
along well in school, but never talked much other than locker room
lies. Then this old sappy song came on the radio...
"... God, I miss the girl... "
and he was babbling like a baby. Crying and saying how he didn't
understand how Deb could hurt him like she did. Deb was his girlfriend.
"Shit, Coal. I'm sorry man. Don't
And I took him in my arms. It was
ok; he was hurting. I took him in my arms, and squeezed. He let
me. I squeezed his strong body to mine hoping I could make him stop
hurting. Before I knew I was doing it, my hands took his sweet face
and pulled it to mine. I kissed a tear that was slowly weeping down
his cheek, then his eye. I gently ran my tongue over his lips, then
between to his bright white teeth, surprised at my sudden aroused
state. It was like my chest was supporting a great weight, like
the witches in old New England that were tortured by being laid
down and having stone after stone placed on them. Only it felt good.
Real good and I was hard. I was touching Coal and I was hard.
He looked into my eyes. We kissed:
one tender, soft kiss. My life was suddenly very different.
"Gravity, mother fucker! Gravity!"
he yelled as he bounced up from the bed on his strong legs and tapped
his palm on the ceiling. "Gravity."
We were so looped. A double feature
at the Zucker Drive-In, two tabs of blotter acid each, and a bottle
of spiced rum looped. Coal said he wanted to fuck me in a hotel,
and I wanted him to, so we drove to Tipp City and while he hid in
the car giggling like an idiot, I got a room.
"Come on, Vic... come on! Gravity!"
I was watching him from the other
bed as he did his trampoline jumps, his fat cock bouncing up and
slapping his brown tanned belly with every descent, large heavy
balls making thumping noises against his thighs. My vision was blurred;
his leaps whether slowed down or speeded up I couldn't tell, but
he was just a white blur of light and motion with a hard-on.
A hard-on I wanted to eat. I wanted
to eat him. I pictured it on a bed of lettuce with a slice of Wonder
and a couple fluorescent pickles.
It was a week since the kiss. He had
kissed me back, but then said he had to get home and drove like
a bastard out of hell to get me back by my place, dropping me off
and speeding away without a word about what had happened. I ran
in the house, into the bathroom and jerked off, coming on the mirror
above the sink in an explosion with just five quick jerks of my
Nothing was said until earlier today
at work when he showed me the acid and asked if I wanted to see
the monster pictures at the Zucker.
"Gravity!!!" and he was suddenly flying
across the room at me knocking me off the bed with a loud thump
with his full weight. His hand grips my cock through my boxers and
starts pumping, keeping time with his other hand wrapped around
I'm laughing, uncontrolled and hard,
the effect of the drug or the rum or him. My head bends to the plate
of cock, but first I flick away the pickles. I lick the bead of
come off his piss slit, then wedge the head into my mouth. Not knowing
what to do with the slice of Wonder and lettuce, I fling them across
the room sending trails of color with them. His cock's head seems
to be larger than my mouth, but somehow I manage to make it fit.
The stinky brown shag carpet burns
as we twist and bend over and around each other, but I don't care.
I am too enthralled with the taste of his body, the pinpricks of
sensation my skin is experiencing, his deep musky scent, like the
locker room at our old school, but better. I have already come once,
in his mouth. But he hasn't stopped stroking me with his lips. I
have my middle finger up his ass and he is fucking hard into my
throat, his knees on either side of my head, balls flapping heavily
against my eyes with each thrust. His ass swallows my finger, then
two. I think of my arm up inside him and then he's pulsating, his
cock expanding, contracting, pumping, emptying. My mind flashes
greens, then blues, then bright white-silver. I think gravity, Coal,
gravity. His fat cock finally shoots, and I know I love him. He
pushes farther into me, down my throat. His come tastes like the
pepperoni sausage we put on the mini-pizzas at the Queen, and I
pull his thick red cock out with my hand and squeeze and it sprays
my mouth and lips and tongue as I mouth I Love You I Love You, and
his ass squeezes my fingers tight and he screams Vic, oh, Vic, oh!
For two weeks we meet every day,
as best friends. As lovers. We explore each other's bodies, we talk,
get high. I can't believe it, but I feel as if somebody really,
finally, knows me. Nobody at work suspects the truth that two of
Piqua's recently graduated have joined the ranks of faggot brotherhood.
That the king jock from Piqua High, Coal, goes down on cock; mine.
We meet before work, after work, and
on nights when we close the Queen alone we suck and fondle and paw
between customers. I let him fuck me. When he shot deep inside me
the first time I heard him say it. He said, "I love you, Vic." Soft
and sweet as anyone could possibly say it. He didn't know it, but
I cried as his cock plowed hard into my ass again exploding within
minutes of the first.
He said that he wanted to go away;
get out of Ohio. Maybe Chicago. That we were good together. Who
cares about what people would think? He didn't. I didn't anymore.
And then it ends. No kiss. No tender
soft kiss, just cold, flat words through the phone wires. He calls
me on the phone and severs my life force just as if he took his
favorite hunting knife and slit deep into my throat.
"Why not, man. What happened? What
the fuck happened?"
"It's just over, Vic. Forget it!"
"Forget it? Coal, shit... I love you!
I thought... "
"Shut up, you do not! Stop sounding
like a fag, Vic! It's over!"
It was over, just like that. I pull
my cock out and roughly, angrily, grind, as I think about what he
said. I wrap the phone cord tightly around my balls until they look
like they will burst; I start to cry. He said Deb was pregnant and
wouldn't have an abortion. Somehow his dad found out and now Coal
was getting married. Married! I felt like my life just ended. I
want to feel his soft lips on mine again. I thought...
I imagine his blade forcing its way
into my throat and the pain it causes. I see Deb's face smiling
as he kills me, my blood flowing freely, draining.
I come all over my sneakers just as
the alarm sounds not even realizing what the alarm means. I rub
the spunk from my hands on my jeans and wander out the front door
staring at the sky's dark green color. My dick is hanging out and
I don't care and I walk out to the cornfield in a daze.
I am peeing on the old weathered scarecrow
my dad and I put up when I was nine when I first hear it. Thunder?
The wind whips the stream of pee on me and I fall down yanking my
jeans off, not concerned with anyone seeing just wanting to be free
of them. I pull off my t-shirt and rub my hands over my chest and
belly, yanking on my nipples as if I could pull them off. Nobody's
around. There's never anyone around. I hate it here! I hate... It
sounds like a train is headed right at me and a smile forms on my
tear-stained face. It's a fucking tornado! Huge and black covering
the entire horizon. Electricity sparkles around me and my body hair
stands at attention. I watch it pick up Aunt Felice's house and
devour it, then the barn across the field. I am awestruck and my
cock juts out strong and stiff. Running isn't even an option I consider.
I raise my arms to the sky and think of what happened the past couple
weeks with Coal. I picture his bright teeth when he smiled at me.
My Coal, my love. Over. I have nothing; feel nothing. I ask Jesus
to make me well. Fuck Helen. I am lifted from the ground violently;
arms spread skyward like a rocket launching, my eardrums bursting
from the overwhelming roar, and I am flying into my new destiny.
Gravity, mother fucker, gravity.