Life isn’t so bad now he’s on the streets. No cats to take care of, no amyl nitrate to consume.
“It’s too bad it isn’t forever” he said foregivingly. “For it isn’t for some. It’s too bad she didn’t give a shit, but that’s the way, innit?” he asked the tree. “It’s too bad she didn’t give a pitstain for me, truf be told. I ain’t anybody’s Momma’s boy and I don’t care who knows it, y’see?”
The amyl n. was wearing off now and he could feel his fingers and toes again, which was good. He decided to nod off, to “catch some beddybyes” by the seashore where it was safe and cooler from him. Now he could see the waves and it was good to feel sheltered in the lee of this old Potomac river where it met the Atlantic shore in a level basin. He pulled off his top and made his way down to the sea. He didn’t care who was watchin’, for it was near midnight on this strange shore of the Chesapeake Bay.
He hadn’t been here for four days before shit happened, losing his wallet, keys, everything getting dog-faced in that shit-kickin’ bar they call Fresno’s on Fosse Point in downtown Baltimore.
That was the day before and now here he was, having hitched a ride from a friendly, very friendly housewife who told him he could share her house and her bed until her husband returned home Friday night. This Friday which was still two days away. So he took up the offer and was soon fast asleep in the front seat of her car, or “van” as she preferred to call it, though it was still a car to him. With the front seat down he could lay full stretched and soon she was perched on top of him, pulling him out of his pants and stuffing him inside herself still half-hard. She had that way of squishing down until their pubes were rubbing and he came full on up behind her belly button as she gave a yell and said: “Whoa! I’m not on the pill, Buddy!” and slid off distractedly, shaking her hair to one side and stepping back to her own carseat.
Man, what a rush! She helped herself to some tissues and blotted her crotch with the white gelly oozing out. “Got some!” she cried. “Oh wow, you are a handsome boy, I can tell by the works you gave me. C’mon move over, you can drive!”
Pretty soon they were well down the hi-way to her place. He could tell first off there was something crazy about her but now as he sat back and loosened up behind the steering which was fast and sharp, he could see, glancing right, that she was quite right. It felt so he could feel the glint of steel in her eyes and her mind played tricks on him as they chatted.
“Where you from, boy? You told me your from Liverpool, but which part? It’s a big country, you know?”
“A scouse is a scouse no matter where he’s headed, you know?” he replied. “It’s no’ like you need to know much other than I come from north of the river. That’s Everton land that is!”
“Ah, Everton, that’s one of your soccer teams. Well we don’t play much of that over here, though there’s plenty of need to kick a few balls if you see what I mean?” she smiled, sneering. “You’ve seen a bit of action these last couple of days, my little pussycat, haven’t you? You better pull over for a bit of kissin’ and cuddlin’ with your Aunt Jemima. C’mon, there’s a space over here where we can call home for a while.”
“This ain’t the jetsons my dear. I ain’t on full throttle. Take it easy on the taxi driver, you know what I’m sayin’?”
“Listen, it ain’t no use playin’ coy. You know what I’m into so let’s give it a try. Maybe this time you won’t squirt so easily and you can give me a little try.”
“Elf!” he cried five minutes later, coming up for breath. “C’mon, stop that and get down honey! Mother needs to come like a boy needs a swing and that ain’t no bing that’s boom, my sugar.” She grabbed behind his neck and pushed his face back into the stiff curls of her fanny, waiting for his tongue to begin its probing. “Oooh Baby – come on! Give it to me! Put yo fingers up my ass and let me feel you need it too. Fill me with your feathers, c’mon, let’s beat and no retreat!”
He grasped some curls and pulled, but still she wouldn;t let up.pushing hard and grinding her hips til his face was on fire with friction burn. He let his tongue taste her salt again, and was repulsed by the feeling of a strange lump between the wads of flesh. He took it between his teeth….and pulled away. Oh no! He pulled back desperately, spitting with a “yack!” Uh, blood. A jelly clot of red that stained his teeth and ran down his chin.
“Oh Jees! I must have just started!” she grinned. “Sorry Baby, sometimes tha’s just what it takes. You don’t mind, do you?”
He shut her mouth with a slap. “Bitch! Don’t you come that with me, whore! You knew!”
“Aw Jeez Baby – don’t be like that! I’s just showin’ you the way home. To the period.” Her face wasn’t smiling. “Now get out you fox-hole hunter. Out now! And i don;t want to see you coming back, you hear? No one, but no one, touches me like that! And I hope to hear you dead in the morning. It’s hunting season tonight! Hear the fullmoon? Dogs is barking and there’ll be a Sheffield full of Thomas by this Friday – so don’t be thinkin’ I need you ‘cos I don’.” Sheffield was her husband.
“Jeez Louise! How’m I goin’ to get out of this lot!” he thought, pitching out of the swinging wide back doors of the van/car into the silent night. He landed face down thanks to a helpful foot from her, and it made splendid her triumph, his white ass aglow in the streetlight’s narrow glow over the layby. Next he took it in the head, and the strength disappeared from his arms and he plunged forward onto his face, unconscious.
When he came to he was hide-bound and stripped naked, to a tree. His amphora was full, meaning he had a big white git up him, cruising past his archway, pinioning him to the wall of pain. “Enough!” he said. “Stop, please, for fuckssake!”
“That’s enough of that, boy! There’s enough cussin’ round here and that’s for me!” and a fist rattled his brains.
“Jeez man! Please. I just wanta breathe,please. It hurts!” he groaned as the man split him with fierce thrusts.
“This’ll teach you to hurt a woman! I don’t care what you find in her pussy!” he shouted. “Take that! And this! And this!” The pain was excrutiating and he could feel his willy past his gonads and pressing against his sphincter, into submission. “Ooagh!” the git came in spasms that he felt as the faintest heat, before he let go and pulled away. Immediately his tingling sphincter snapped shut like a door, trapping his ooze within.
“You black bastard!” the git shouted. “Get ready for more! Time for some tricks!” and he thrust a handful of capsules under his nose. “You know these before boy? We’ll have you enjoying this before the night’s over! Here girl, your turn.” He twisted his head and in the feint light, sure enough, he could see it was his big breated bitch, with her tongue hanging out.
“Okay dear, now I don’t want this to hurt so I’m going to take you my way. You’ve heard of a back-stabber? Well I’m a frontman and we’ve been looking at you all night. Maybe we took your passport too, for all you know. Now you’re stuck, alive in America, without money, nothin’, and now you’re ours,boy, at least for a couple of days, maybe a week. You’ve heard of an emerald shower? Well, it comes from across the water. We’re Irish here boy, and we hate you scousers ever since you first sodomised our wives during the great potato famine!”
“But I’m no’! I’m no’! I come from the Ivory Coast for fuck sake!” he cried, tears rolling down his cheeks. “My parents come from slaves! We’ve never fucked your white asses. We’re the ones who got focked!”
“Ah, shame now laddie!” He put on a broad Scots accent, pitiful for his American twang. “Now give us some mo’!” and he pulled out a strap and began heelin’ for all his worth, bringing threads of rd blood to his already blistered back. “Tis is for all the lyin’, stealin’, defraudin, sweaten’, bullshittin’ ye have done over the years! I see you’re only young son, but you’ll learn! Us southern types don’t heed no truck off you black, gaff, synod lovin’ albino-plastered, red-neck sons of bitches!” and he continued weighing into Silas for all he was worth.
“Jeez! Jeez! Fock! Fock! Jeez!” wailed Silas, the poor scots bastard that he was. “Oh my fuck, stop! Stop! I’ll do anythin’ you wan’. Just sto’. Pleeze!”
“Oh right, now you’re feelin’ a bit more obligatory? That’s the speed, meed! Okay, cut him down, let’s see the craft of his navel!” and she grasped the nape of his neck while the git slashed his bonds. She pulled him backwards so he toppled on his back like a tortoise. She quickly looked down and bent to squeeze his nipples in a shank grip. He squealed at again.
“No! No! I said anythin’! I’ll do it! Anythin'”
“Aaah my poor baby! Maybe we need to give him some!” and she carcked a capsule under his nose. “C’mere, man friend, let’s get us some goat!” Without speaking the git grabbed Silas’ dreadlocked hair and pulled it into his chest, so he could “feel” it, then wiped his unzipped ass with it having pulled a tuft clean out.
“Here – eat this!” as he shoved it into Silas’ mouth. He spat and some come trickled out as he coughed.
“Phwuh!” he said. He grabbed his balls. “Come and get me faggot!” and rushed for the trees on all fours, capable of amazing speed now that death stood before him. He hit a tree trunk and fell back, dazed. His chasing git hit the tree too but this time came down festooned in lice because the tree was half dead. The creepy crawlies had him scared witless, such was their coverage of his face and scalp.
“Uuurgh!”The git shook himslef wildly, hands clambering at his face.
“Heyah!” Silas lashed out with his foot, catching the git in the nuts.
“Sirrah!” yelled the woman, calling to her friend who was hiding in the bushes and Sirrah (or Sarah) turned out to be a very tall bird indeed. She stepped out, festooned in camera equipment which fell to the floor. She held out a hand and pulled the wench after her in the direction of the car/van which still stod idling (it was one of those iconic cherry-wood shaped chevvies)
Silas got back on all fours and took off under the trees for a dip in the ground ahead which he could feel beheath his hands. He tumbled, rolling the length of his shingear, up tohis anus in thorny brush but free of all pursuit.
Hs git was gone, back to the car too, so he was left alone to lick his wounds. Ahead was the sound of rushing water, so he made for it. It wasn’t the time for duck, so he felt safe from the threatened hunters. He shoved his way through the last bushes and out onto the narrow strip of beach.