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- "Hey, tell me about your tattoo."@END_FILE_ID.DIZ
-
- I hear a voice but see no one and so continue running.
- It's a beautiful morning, fairly atypical for this time of year as we seem
- to be in a state of perpetual overcast for most of May and June. There is
- nary a soul in sight and the outgoing tide has left the sand without a
- trace of human intrusion. The rising sun sends shafts of light streaming
- through canyons and gullies along the top of the cliffs while pockets of
- cool shade diminish along the bottoms. These are the times I like best to
- be running on the beach.
- Afterwards I opt for a quick dip in the water. Off with the sweaty shorts
- and tank top and into the cold water. Ah!!! What a feeling.
- And there it is again.
- "Hey, tell me about your tattoo."
- This time I make out the form of a man partly hidden in the shade.
- For all intents and purposes he appears to be the typical Southern
- California surfer. Blond, short curly hair. Tan, smooth skinned, muscled,
- defined and without an ounce of fat on his body. A pair of well muscled
- legs give away the fact that he must also run or swim. When queried, he
- admits to both plus skating and biking. But here is where the appearance
- of the typical surfer end for he is clad only in hiking boots, crouched in
- the sand next to a backpack.
- "I've got a tattoo in the same place as you but mine is on the right
- side," he says as he reaches around to his back and twists forward for me
- to see. Sure enough, there it is, a polar bear standing on an ice flow. I
- think of those tedious radio commercials for a local hypnotherapist
- husband and wife team.
- ' If you're not driving a car close your eyes and picture a white polar
- bear sitting on a block of ice eating a carrot...' ad nauseam. Ah, the
- wonders of Hypnos Morpheous.
- "So what about yours?" he asks again.
- "Oh, it's from a certain clan of headhunters in New Guinea".
- "Why'd you choose that?"
- "Because I like it!" I reply angrily. "Why did you get a polar bear?"
- "I like it. I just got this one about a week ago," he says as he
- straightens out his right leg and points to a tattoo of a pocket watch
- nestled between the inside of his thigh and scrotum.
- "I wanted it to read ten minutes to twelve but it looks more like ten
- o'clock. I guess I really can't go back and have it straightened out."
- I notice that while we've been talking, he has been staring at my dick.
- "You've got a nice cock. Pretty big," he says. "Would you be up to doing
- me?"
- "You mean you want me to fuck you?" I ask just to get his intentions
- clear.
- "Yeah, I want you to fuck me."
- "Not without a rubber. No way," I reply smugly thinking myself smart for
- using such a polite refusal. After all, condoms are not essential gear for
- early morning runs.
- "Well here, I've got one that I was just using on myself."
- He hands me a condom that has been re-rolled and obviously used.
- "I don't know, this thing looks pretty funky to me," I remark noticing
- traces of shit clinging to it.
- "I had it on and was about to use it," he repeats.
- I doubt his comment as he does not have an erection and it appears that he
- is incapable of obtaining one though it is not for lack of trying on his
- part.
- "Well it's way too funky and it shouldn't be used.'
- I've half a mind to lecture this man on hygiene and Safe Sex when I take
- stock of the situation at hand. It is 7:30 A.M. I opt for a different
- strategy.
- "So what are you doing here?" I ask.
- "Oh my girl friend is out of town so I came here to get done and get kinda
- kinky. I like to get fucked by guys. I fantasize about it all the time.
- I've tried doing it with my girlfriend but she doesn't like it. You sure
- you don't want to try it with this?"
- Again he hands me the condom. I take it from him, give it a quick glance
- and chuck it into a tumbleweed.
- "Not with that thing."
- I've not yet finished the sentence when he starts rummaging through his
- backpack.
- "And you?" he returns my question. "What are you doing here?"
- "Just came down here for a run."
- "That's all? Just a run and nothing else?"
- "That's all."
- By now he has found what he has been searching for and pulls out a wrapped
- bundle preceded by a jar of Vaseline. Hastily he unwraps a very large,
- warty, and well used dildo.
- "I brought my girlfriend's favorite toy along. I only get to use it while
- she's away." Sloppily he greases it up with the Vaseline.
- Shit encrusted and discolored it slips easily into his ass.
- "I have a capacity for big things" he says. "Actually, this isn't that
- big."
- I'm a little surprised with the ease that he has made this 'not so big a
- thing' disappear. Even more so when he flips a switch at the base of it
- and it begins to vibrate loudly. The sound is not unlike a pack of hungry
- cats eagerly wolfing down a meal from a communal source all the while
- growling at each other yet at the same time swallowing mouthful after
- rapid mouthful. The growls emanating from deep within those feline bodies,
- pitch and volume changing only with food passing by larynx. The same sound
- now from deep within his bowels. He still has no erection.
- "Just between you and me," he says "the reason I can't get it up is that
- I've been out all night doing crystal and partying with my girlfriends'
- best friend . We were out dancing all night long and just got in early
- this morning."
- I've seen this before, young guys staying out all night getting tweaked on
- crystal and winding up on the beach early in the morning with brains still
- frying. Synapses overstimulated with amphetamines, pushed to the limit.
- The mind wants sex but the body is just not willing.
- "We were getting pretty kinky together and I used this in her cunt," he
- says as he motions with his head towards his ass and the dildo. Either he
- has failed every human physiology course he ever had or is lying through
- his teeth. I prefer to think the latter or someone is going to have one
- hell of a yeast infection.
- He continues fucking himself while giving me a run down on his sexual
- history. With this I am not interested and even mildly bored. He says he
- wants to get kinky. Kinky. My mind races. Visions of surfer boy tied to a
- tree gagged, legs spread eagle with something about the size of a baseball
- bat plunging his ass. Clothespins on his scrotum. Alligator clips on his
- tits. Maybe a little Whitehouse music for that special touch on his
- personal stereo system (Walkman). 'My Cocks On Fire','Ass Destroyer', 'I'm
- Coming Up Your Ass'. He loves every second of it. I am surprised. So do I.
-
-
- >>>"Priests, examining the entrails of birds,
- >>> Found the heart misplaced, and seeds
- >>> As black as death, emitting a strange odor"
- LOUIS SIMPSON
-