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Post #228
Again, thanks to Don Travis for the guest post of Wally and Me. Hope you enjoyed the story. Today, we try something different.
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I lived in an ebony world, a smothering,
unchanging lightlessness filled with absolutely nothing! Then there was a faint
glow, although I didn’t comprehend ‘glow,’ any better than I understood
‘darkness,’ recognizing it only as a miniscule change in my Stygian cocoon. Then
the meaningless noises intruding on this world of oblivion magically morphed
into voices discussing some poor sucker in a coma. Who was in a coma? Before I
could grapple for an answer, a headache came roaring up and everything shut
down, sending me back into that unrelieved blackness.
The
halo shone brighter the second time I surfaced. Two Hospital Voices hovered over
me discussing CAT scans and trauma. Brain swelling and edema. Plish. Plosh. Mish.
Mash. Mush. But one thing was clear…some dude was in real trouble!
I
figured out I was the fucker in trouble the moment I heard my mother’s anxious voice
falsely cooing how well I looked and how handsome I was. Panic bubbled up
within me, and even though I couldn’t feel anything, I knew I was bucking
something terrible, jerking like I was in the middle of a gigantic orgasm.
That
special headache carried me back down where I lived even as I longed for
another voice… an eighteen-year-old baritone still deepening with growing
maturity, one that called me ‘Dumbfuckingshit’ and ‘Summabitch’ with an easy familiarity
that sent a thrill knifing through me. Orion Dozier…best friend. Orry! Grew up
together. Played soccer together. Whispered about sex together. Stumbled awkwardly
toward a new kind of relationship until this fucking coma thing got in the way.
Why hadn’t I heard his voice? His absence slugged me in the metaphysical solar
plexus so hard I zonked out right then and there.
****
“Wake
up, you summabitch!” The vibrant, masculine voice reached down where I lived
and yanked me into the glow. Orry! Orry was here. “Stop faking it. Say
something, dammit!” Even though I felt nothing, I knew he had pulled a chair up
and held my hand. “Damn, Thad, I’ve been imagining all kinds of horrible things,
but you’re still as handsome as the male lead in a ‘B’ movie. Man, I wish I’d
been with you when old Butch rammed his Austin Healy into that oak tree.”
There
was a strange sound like a gulp or a gasp before the voice went on. “Thought
I’d lost you, man. Couldn’t have stood it. I love you, you dumbfuckingshit. There!
How’s that for a confession? Guys aren’t supposed to say stuff like that, but
it’s true. You wake up and get outa this bed, you hear me? We got lots of
things to do yet. You’n me together. Things good asshole buddies do.” The voice
halted for a moment. “Shit, what if you can hear me? They said we’re supposed
to talk to you, but nobody said if you can hear us.”
My
headache came thundering back as I wrestled with his words. They were important…if
I could just wrap my arms around them. Then the engine shut down, and I went
back where it didn’t hurt any more.
****
My
days sorted themselves into Hospital, Family, and Orry, and I was lying there
just below the surface in the time between Family and Orry when my whole body
gave a sudden jerk. A jerk! Wasn’t that wonderful? I had moved! My legs
tingled. Tingled, dammit! Gotta have feelings to tingle, and they fucking well tingled!
Lordy mercy! My arms prickled. What does that say when a spasm and a tingle and
a prickle are the high points of a guy’s whole frigging existence?
There
was a commotion all around me, and I heard a Hospital Voice. “Paralytic spasm. Let
Dr. Morris know when he comes in. It’s an encouraging sign.”
****
“Hey,
Thad! Hear you practically got up and raped one of the nurses!” Orry was back. “Hey,
man, it’s Friday night, and I told your folks I’d give them some rest. Gonna
spend the entire night right here in this chair.”
My
heart soared; my frame gave a little jump!
“Shit,
man!” he squawked. A pause. “You okay, Thad? Don’t scare me like that.” I heard
him scoot the chair over by the bed so he could give me the lowdown on the
day’s events, but despite everything I could do, I sank back into that dark
place while he was droning on.
“…realize
how close we are, bro.” It was Orry. I about panicked wondering how much I had
missed. He gave a laugh. “Remember camping out in the back yard when we were
kids? I got a kick outa sleeping beside you. I always wanted to snuggle over
and touch you. Did too, sometimes when you were asleep.” He gave an embarrassed
snicker. “Got a hard-on every time.”
He
took my hand, and I felt it! Sensations…warmth, pressure. A wonderful sense
of comfort engulfed my nerveless body.
“Now
I understand what was going on,” his voice got incredibly low and thick. “How come
we never did things, Thad? You know, personal things? I always wanted to. I
remember once you were wearing one of those muscle shirts, and I saw how your
shoulders narrowed to a vee right down to your butt…like a man’s.” Another chuckle.
“I about broke my neck trying to see my back in the mirror. And you know what? I
was built like that too.”
He
was quiet for a moment; I willed him to continue. “I remember when you got hair
on your legs. I wanted to touch it, but that would have looked funny. And you
got cock hair before any of the soccer squad. We used to tease you in the
locker room about your black fuzz, but when it came in thick and curly, everybody
got jealous. Wonder if you remember things like that about me?”
Of
course, I do, I shouted soundlessly. Desperate to communicate, I felt my hand
twitch. He jumped so hard the chair
scraped against the floor.
“Jeez,
Thad! Did you do that on purpose? You trying to tell me something?”
I
reached way down inside and pulled a muscle or something; my hand closed on his
for a brief instant.
“You
are! You’re talking to me! Okay…okay. We gotta rig up a system. You grip my
hand once if you agree or just want my attention. Can you grip me twice to say
no?” He paused expectantly while I laboriously tightened around his hand two
distinct times. “Aw, man, that’s fucking wonderful! Oh, shit, that means you
can hear me!” I caught the sudden fear in his voice. “That…that stuff I talked
about…you know, about you’n me. Are you pissed?”
Two
squeezes.
“No?
That’s great man! I don’t think I could ever have told you face to face…well,
you know what I mean.” The voice took on a husky timbre. “Remember when we
jerked off together before graduation? I always thought we’d do it again, and this
time we’d touch one another instead of just doing it to ourselves. Man, when
you blew your nuts, I wished it was me making your eyes roll up in your head
like that. I’ve skinned the old pole lots since then… always thinking about you.
Wonder if you ever did it over me?”
This
time, I squeezed once.
“You
did? Oh jeez, I’m so hard right now I’m about to split! You…you wanta feel?”
One
definite spasm. I heard him rise, and through the swirling fog of my dark
world, I perceived a warm, pulsing lump pressed against my palm.
“That
feels great, Thad. I’ve got on my sweats. I can get it out if you want. You
want to feel it…I mean without anything between us?”
One right on the prick!
* * * *
I can imagine
worse ways from beginning an emergence from a coma, can’t you? Do you think
Orry would ever have made his feelings for Thad known without this situation. I
don’t. Wonder what they’ll accomplish next time?
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