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4 Stories (wb09_04) (adult) buddy-o-mine. Pal o mine. Pantomime. Turp-en-tine. Acid-wine.

He tried anything he could think of to alleviate his boredom, he began to cut his toenails down to the nub. The pain from this ritual provided an adequate diversion from the bleakness of his life. Too much! Too much he thought, but he knew this thought was only a lie. Perverse and sick as it was. I didn’t say that did I? Was it the truth, well you know I’ll never tell you what i tell them, ‘cause that would be bad and that would, that could that should but did not, just did not, use the ‘resinator’ or else havok would be wrecked on the street tonight. This was obvious to most, but not to Billy - he was comfortable at home in his easy chair, reading last years Honeyhole magazines or Hustler or Biker Babes. Lick the oyster and pass the duchy on the side, ‘cause I don’t want to pass on that sweet red wine and i thought- ‘hot damn this is the way to do things this is the place to be which is wherever I am because I am the person to be with, I am perfect!


He knew that when he walked out the door, he would be on the other side, the side of the street where you tried not to walk too quickly, for she knew that patience is a virtue. One that had been passed down from generation to generation, to the point that it was as mucha part of them as thirst or blinking or ingrown toenails. This was the day the time had come, personal hygiene had once again saved the day, i will remember until tomorrow and then i’ll go out and get a lot of really shitty antique furniture, the kind that were not kind, the kind that were evil, evil as satan himself. In fact, such evil has never been known on earth, and hopefully never will be again. Unless of course the shrill shriek of the girl turning somersaults stops. Boing, boing. Up, down. Woo! Woo! What a way to pass the time. Someone passed me a fatty and I went batty but the motion stayed the same back and forth and back and forth and the whole thing was really starting to annoy me, although I’m not easily annoyed. I’m actually very accommodating.


Fourteen boys began to shave at the same time that day. It was their first time and half were nervous. The other half were excited, they knew that this really signified something, something big, Bigger than the rat under my foreskin, a itchy feelin’ began to twitch in my mind and I thought of a sensation much like lying in the warm sand on the edge of a cold beer oasis, or shit was this quicksand? She couldn’t decide which, witch snitch bitch don’t be afraid to scratch your itch when one feels free enough to scratch one’s itch, then has one reached nirvana. And realizes that it is better to know the beauty of simplicity than it is to know the simplicity of beauty. Beautiful like a gal with big knockers on a bad ass Harley. But a bad ass is better any day. You know what I mean sticky, licky skunky buddy-o-mine. Pal o mine. Pantomime. Turp-en-tine. Acid-wine. Makes me fine. We’ll be fine. Get some kind of thing some wonderful thing, the more dangerous the better.


Sticky buns my how i love sticky buns licking sticky buns in overflowing fountains made of grape jelly and doused with gasoline torched and fried like Bug on a hot tin roof. Poof! The blisters develop at a surprising rate when the temperatures reach 123 degrees the sweat beaded on my forehead like a salty halo of my exertion. I screamed and beat my chest. Then i beat myself. It was beautiful As am I. Are you? If not then you can just GO FUCK yourself, your dog, your grandmother and even your patience will spillover and out in a 10/4 finale cut things short can’t get no satisfaction from a short cut fuck.



He tried anything he could think of to alleviate his boredom, he began to cut his toenails down to the nub. The pain from this ritual provided an adequate diversion from the bleakness of his life. Too much! Too much he thought, but he knew this thought was only a lie. Perverse and sick as it was. I didn’t say that did I? Was it the truth, well you know I’ll never tell you what i tell them, ‘cause that would be bad and that would, that could that should but did not, just did not, use the ‘resinator’ or else havok would be wrecked on the street tonight. This was obvious to most, but not to Billy - he was comfortable at home in his easy chair, reading last years Honeyhole magazines or Hustler or Biker Babes. Lick the oyster and pass the duchy on the side, ‘cause I don’t want to pass on that sweet red wine and i thought- ‘hot damn this is the way to do things this is the place to be which is wherever I am because I am the person to be with, I am perfect!


He knew that when he walked out the door, he would be on the other side, the side of the street where you tried not to walk too quickly, for she knew that patience is a virtue. One that had been passed down from generation to generation, to the point that it was as mucha part of them as thirst or blinking or ingrown toenails. This was the day the time had come, personal hygiene had once again saved the day, i will remember until tomorrow and then i’ll go out and get a lot of really shitty antique furniture, the kind that were not kind, the kind that were evil, evil as satan himself. In fact, such evil has never been known on earth, and hopefully never will be again. Unless of course the shrill shriek of the girl turning somersaults stops. Boing, boing. Up, down. Woo! Woo! What a way to pass the time. Someone passed me a fatty and I went batty but the motion stayed the same back and forth and back and forth and the whole thing was really starting to annoy me, although I’m not easily annoyed. I’m actually very accommodating.


Fourteen boys began to shave at the same time that day. It was their first time and half were nervous. The other half were excited, they knew that this really signified something, something big, Bigger than the rat under my foreskin, a itchy feelin’ began to twitch in my mind and I thought of a sensation much like lying in the warm sand on the edge of a cold beer oasis, or shit was this quicksand? She couldn’t decide which, witch snitch bitch don’t be afraid to scratch your itch when one feels free enough to scratch one’s itch, then has one reached nirvana. And realizes that it is better to know the beauty of simplicity than it is to know the simplicity of beauty. Beautiful like a gal with big knockers on a bad ass Harley. But a bad ass is better any day. You know what I mean sticky, licky skunky buddy-o-mine. Pal o mine. Pantomime. Turp-en-tine. Acid-wine. Makes me fine. We’ll be fine. Get some kind of thing some wonderful thing, the more dangerous the better.


Sticky buns my how i love sticky buns licking sticky buns in overflowing fountains made of grape jelly and doused with gasoline torched and fried like Bug on a hot tin roof. Poof! The blisters develop at a surprising rate when the temperatures reach 123 degrees the sweat beaded on my forehead like a salty halo of my exertion. I screamed and beat my chest. Then i beat myself. It was beautiful As am I. Are you? If not then you can just GO FUCK yourself, your dog, your grandmother and even your patience will spillover and out in a 10/4 finale cut things short can’t get no satisfaction from a short cut fuck.


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