Thursday, November 17, 2022

Down Where I Live (Part 1 of 2 Parts)

 

Markwildyr.com, Post #228

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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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DOWN WHERE I LIVE

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!

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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?

 More Wildyr Tales, a second anthology of some of my stories, was published as an ebook on September 24. A print version should follow soon.

 I expect the third anthology called Gabacho and Other Wildyr Stories to be released in January of next year.

 My contact information is provided below in case anyone wants to drop me a line:

Website and blog: markwildyr.com

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See you later.

 

 Mark

 New posts the first and third Thursday of the month at 6:00 a.m., US Mountain time.

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