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New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 2
New Fiction: Cocksucker Blues - Chapter 2 After Rick left I started across the empty weedy field towards my house on Highland Street. Highland Street was a quarter mile of 1950s suburbia extending from 36th Avenue to 39th Avenue. I lived on the corner of Highland Street and 37th Avenue. The avenue ended at an old rusty guard rail just past my house. Beyond the guard rail was a giant mound of dirt and a large empty lot zoned for retail space. On the other side of Highland Street 37th Avenue ended at another guard rail beneath the interstate bypass. Highland Street was once part of an exciting new suburb developed in the 1950s that was doomed from the beginning. Before the last of the houses were built a freeway bypass was planned that would cut right through the middle. Highland Street should have bulldozed along with Hubbard Street and House Street to make room for the northbound lanes of the bypass. Instead it was saved by a last minute change to the flood control canal running between the northbound and southbound lanes that brought the two sides closer together. With a highway running through the middle of the neighborhood most of the lots beyond Highland Street remained unsold and empty. Eventually the whole neighborhood was rezoned for retail. An urban planning error in the 1980s that indicated that Highland Street was part of the highway and no longer existed resulted in it's survival. While the houses and lots beyond were bulldozed and the streets torn up, Highland Street remained intact. "Fuckity fuck fucker fucks," I said as I stared into my empty fridge. My dinner was still at work. Other than eggs and milk I had nothing to eat. It was 2 pm Friday afternoon, which would normally been break time at work, and I was hungry. I looked out my front window and saw that my next door neighbors Corey and Trevor were both home. Trevor's Toyota was on the driveway and Corey's Honda was on the street. Everybody mooches off Corey and Trevor. Why not me? The<b> curtains </font></b>were drawn and the TV was on. I listened at the front door and figured that they were watching porn which wasn't that unusual for Corey and Trevor. I considered leaving them alone and going elsewhere for my lunch, but knocked anyways. "Come on in," they both shouted. I opened the door and walked into their dark living room. The couch was turned away from the door facing the large TV mounted above the fireplace. Corey and Trevor were on either end of the couch. "Hey, we're watching youporn," said Trevor. "Yes, I figured that one out," I replied. "What kind of car is that?" asked Corey. "It looks like a Mustang," I replied. On the screen a young woman with obviously enhanced breasts was washing a red convertible. The car already looked pretty clean. "She shouldn't be laying on the hood like that. That sheet metal is thicker than today's cars, but it will still dent." "Is that what you have?" asked Trevor. "No, I have a Camaro," I replied coldly. "What year is that one?" asked Corey. "Either a '65 or a '66," I replied. The scene suddenly changed with the arrival of a male partner. "It's a '66," I said. "See the pony corral on the grill? It doesn't have the side bars. It is probably a 6 cylinder car too since it doesn't have the V8 emblems on the fenders. Most of the convertibles were built with sixes since the V8 would have too much torque. That's why it has hubcaps too..." "Excuse me," said the voice from the floor. "Some of us are trying to masturbate." The room was very dark. I had walked right up to the back of the couch before noticing that the coffee table had been shoved aside. In its place was Cowboy, the neighbor from across the street. Cowboy was laying on the floor on his chest and knees with his head turned facing the screen. Both arms were underneath him. While he was masturbating with his right hand, two fingers on his left hand thrusting in and out of his anus. As usual, Cowboy's hat was still on his head. "What is he doing?" I asked. "My yoga is really paying off," said Cowboy. "I'm only taking yoga for the girls in the yoga pants," said Trevor. "I'm hoping to become flexible enough to suck my own cock," said Corey. "Why are you letting him do that?" "He just wanted to," replied Trevor. "What I really wanted to do was a little circle jerk followed up with some oral," said Cowboy, "but the boys wouldn't go for it." "We do have our scruples," said Corey. "And you two are jerking off too!" I said as I glanced over the back of the couch. "Well not anymore," said Trevor as he pulled up his pants. "Pass the lube again," said Cowboy. "I'm still going for it." "I'm out of here," I said as I turned to leave. "You guys are sick." "Cowboy brought beer," said Corey. "What kind of beer?" I asked. "The good stuff," said Cowboy. "Sam Adams," said Trevor. Sorry working. I'll finish this up later. |
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