Unlikely 2.0

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Editors' Notes

Maria Damon and Michelle Greenblatt
Jim Leftwich and Michelle Greenblatt
Sheila E. Murphy and Michelle Greenblatt

A Visual Conversation on Michelle Greenblatt's ASHES AND SEEDS with Stephen Harrison, Monika Mori | MOO, Jonathan Penton and Michelle Greenblatt

Letters for Michelle: with work by Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jeffrey Side, Larry Goodell, mark hartenbach, Charles J. Butler, Alexandria Bryan and Brian Kovich

Visual Poetry by Reed Altemus
Poetry by Glen Armstrong
Poetry by Lana Bella
A Eulogic Poem by John M. Bennett
Elegic Poetry by John M. Bennett
Poetry by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
A Eulogy by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Vincent A. Cellucci
Poetry by Joel Chace
A Spoken Word Poem and Visual Art by K.R. Copeland
A Eulogy by Alan Fyfe
Poetry by Win Harms
Poetry by Carolyn Hembree
Poetry by Cindy Hochman
A Eulogy by Steffen Horstmann
A Eulogic Poem by Dylan Krieger
An Elegic Poem by Dylan Krieger
Visual Art by Donna Kuhn
Poetry by Louise Landes Levi
Poetry by Jim Lineberger
Poetry by Dennis Mahagin
Poetry by Peter Marra
A Eulogy by Frankie Metro
A Song by Alexis Moon and Jonathan Penton
Poetry by Jay Passer
A Eulogy by Jonathan Penton
Visual Poetry by Anne Elezabeth Pluto and Bryson Dean-Gauthier
Visual Art by Marthe Reed
A Eulogy by Gabriel Ricard
Poetry by Alison Ross
A Short Movie by Bernd Sauermann
Poetry by Christopher Shipman
A Spoken Word Poem by Larissa Shmailo
A Eulogic Poem by Jay Sizemore
Elegic Poetry by Jay Sizemore
Poetry by Felino A. Soriano
Visual Art by Jamie Stoneman
Poetry by Ray Succre
Poetry by Yuriy Tarnawsky
A Song by Marc Vincenz

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by Bill Berry
Part 4



It was fall and night came quickly. Skin was swinging his brown-bagged booze as he lurched through the alley with Six. His black boots and rolled up jeans fit him snuggly. He was wearing his favorite band t-shirt. "The Exploited." It was so faded and over-worn that the band emblem, a mohawked punk outlined in black, was barely visible. There were several holes in the shirt that were sewn together with a safety pin or two. His leather jacket layered over a green patterned flannel hid most of the t-shirt, but Skin knew it was on his body; it was familiar. That's why he liked the shirt so much. It wasn't that he was such a huge fan of "The Exploited," it was that the T-shirt knew his body so well.

"Let's stop in here. I have a couple of dollars. Wanna?" Skin asked Six as they emerged from the alley, smashing their beer bottles against some wall. There was an adult bookstore across the street that had video booths in it where you could watch pornography for a quarter. This is where Skin was pointing to, now—the peepshow.

"Sure," Six replied, "Why not?" They crossed the street and went in.

Inside, Skin changed his dollars into quarters and they went into a booth together. Crammed into the tiny box, the pornography slid open in front of them. Skin began to flip through the channels available: gangbangs, sorority girls, amateur, rape, gay. With interest, they both watched a leather daddy play with a young boy chained to a wooden cross. "That's hot," Skin said in a low voice.

"Yeah," Six replied, grabbing his crotch.

"I wanna be that dad," Skin touched the screen where the dad was busy shoving his tongue up the boys asshole and grunting. The boy was groaning loudly and begging, "Eat my ass, Sir. Please eat my ass."

"Good boy," Skin replied to the screen.

"That's hot," Six said.

"Watch," Skin insisted, as he stroked his cock through his jeans. "It's hot as shit."

"Yeah," Six breathed.

"Stroke your cock," Skin said.

"I am." Six replied.

They watched the dollar's worth of pornography in unison, silently touching their own sex as the scene unwound in front of them. At one point, the leather daddy stopped eating the boy's ass and began to tease the hole with his cock, asking the boy if he wanted to be fucked. The boy said yes. The dad asked the boy if he wanted to be fucked hard. The boy said yes again. The dad asked the boy if he wanted to be fucked like a good little boy should be. The boy said yes, sir. The dad said good boy. Good boy, and slid his cock into the boy's—

The film stopped abruptly and Skin punched the screen, "Shit!" he yelled, "Gimmie a quarter—quick!"

"I don't have any," Six replied.

"Goddamnit!" Skin screamed. He punched the screen again. "Let's go!" he shouted, and pushed Six towards the door.

"Hold on, mother fucker. Jesus Christ!" Six spat, as he fiddled with the latch on the booth.

"I'm horny now, bitch!" Skin said, and burst out laughing, "I want some boy pussy!"

The door swung open and they fell into the hallway laughing with each other and adjusting their trousers. The intensity of the moment passed, they rushed into the consistency of the Detroit night, walking towards Rusty's house. As they walked, their erect cocks jutted forward in their pants. Six laughed. "Are you horny?" he teased, rubbing his hard-on.

"For you," Skin responded.

"Then fuck me," Six teased, "Fuck me hard." Six thought of the boy on the cross in front of the leather daddy.

Skin looked at Six. "You serious, bitch?"

"Only if you'll still respect me in the morning, sir."

Skin sneered. "I'll take that," he responded. And pushed Six into the street as they walked. Six jumped back onto the sidewalk, dodging an oncoming car.

"Fucker!" Six hissed.

"I still respect you," Skin replied, and smiled, pulling Six close. "Come here," he said and darted into another alley.

"I thought we were going to Rusty's?" Six asked.

"We'll get there," Skin responded, "I wanna show you something first."

Under the stealth of dark, the two young punks hid behind a garage and fondled one another. Skin's already erect cock poked into Six's groin with impatience. Skin's hands found their way around Six's ass and grabbed. Skin's tongue shot into Six's mouth, pushing deep past the teeth and reaching for the back of the throat. Six loved how deeply Skin kissed, and he opened up to him completely. Suddenly, Skin pushed away.

"Come on," he said.

"Where?" Six asked confused, his cock newly stiff in his black bondage pants.

"Come on," Skin beckoned, and he ran off down the alley and around the corner at the end of the block. Six darted after him.

At the end of the street was a catwalk that rose up and over one side of interstate 75 and down past the other. Skin ran up the circular ramp and Six followed. At the top of the catwalk, above the roar of the traffic, Skin stopped. A fence caged the two in, and on one side of the catwalk was a large traffic sign that partially blocked the view of them from below.

"Here?" Six asked.

"Here," Skin demanded. He pushed Six against the fence and began exploring him as he'd left off in the alley. In another instant, he'd shucked his jeans and let his erection plop freely into the air. Six immediately took hold of Skin's impressive member with one hand and dropped to his knees. Skin threw his head back and moaned loudly as Six took his cock in his mouth.

Six's favorite thing about Skin was Skin's cock. It was long and thick with delicious veins that wound up both sides of the shaft like delicate ropes. He could feel the pulse of the flesh between his cheeks as he swallowed the shaft down to the root. The smell of sweat and urine mingled with the scent of Skin himself, and Six felt himself disappear in the act of giving head. At the top of the shaft, Six stopped just before the head popped out of his mouth. He kept it there for a moment, sucking on it like a lollipop before dropping his head back down and opening up his throat wide. Skin's cock curved slightly down, making it the perfect cock to enjoy while he stood and Six knelt before him. After a couple more deep strokes, Six let the cock swing out of his mouth and bob up and down in front of him. He looked at it. Its uncircumcised head glistened from the spit that swung from his lips to the tip of it. Six fumbled with his fly. He wanted to jack himself off while he sucked.

"Don't!" Skin said, "Don't take your cock out. Suck me. Just suck me…" he trailed off in a low moan as Six set his mouth back on him. Like a puppy greedy for attention, Six swallowed Skin's cock whole. Over and over again, the hot bobbing of Six's throat brought Skin closer and closer to the edge of explosion. At the critical moment, Skin pulled out, "Wait!" he shouted, "Wait a minute." He pushed Six's head back and watched him fall slightly. Skin hiked up his jeans and took a few steps to the right. He looked through the fence at the traffic below. "I want to come on them," he said, "I want it to shoot down there."

Six smiled. He walked over to Skin, unzipped his pants, licked his fingers, thick with the spit of Skin's cock, and pushed them down behind him. He ferreted out the tiny pucker in his ass and pushed a finger inside himself. Then another. As Skin looked into the traffic, Six focused on his cock jutting out from the webbing in the fence and dangling above its victims below. The veins in the shaft ran up through the foreskin and disappeared into its lip. Six couldn't take it anymore. The sex was all at once, and it was perfect.

"Fuck me," Six pleaded, "Fuck my ass." He yanked his pants down to his knees and bent over to the left of Skin. Skin looked at Six presenting for him. His ass was perfect; he couldn't resist. Skin stepped behind Six and positioned his cock. Six pushed back, letting the shaft slide inside of him. Skin pushed deep, thrusting Six's face in the fence. Six jerked himself off quickly as Skin fucked him. In a moment, they developed a rhythm together and Six felt Skin tense. Moving in unison, they were building together to orgasm.

Skin let go first, "I'm coming," he groaned, and before he could pull out, he shot into Skin's ass. Pulse after pulse of come jetted up inside him as Six clenched his ass to the pulse of Skin's cock. After the first quake, Six stood, cock still inside his ass, and shot through the fence and onto the freeway below. Skin howled, "Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck yeah!" and they came together, one inside the other.

Skin pulled out of Six and did up his pants. "I shot through you and out of you and onto those cars, you know?"

"Yep," Six exhaled as he groped for the waist of his own pants.

"I shot into you and you took it and shot it out of you—so I moved through you and mixed with you and out into the world, you and me."

"Yep," Six breathed as he fastened his waist. He could feel the slush of his ass wet beneath the black fabric of his outfit. Skin's hand thrust suddenly down his pants. "Hey!" Six shouted. He felt Skin move quick, finding his rectum, pushing in his fingers, and pulling them up and out of him completely. Skin turned Six around by grabbing his shoulder and spinning them face-to-face. He held up his hand in front of Six. It was wet with the slush of sex.

"This is us," Skin said, and he stuck the fingers in his mouth first and then pried them between Six's lips. Six sucked up the fingers eagerly. "This is us," Skin repeated, as he pushed his fingers into the back of Six's throat. He swirled them about down there and removed them, pushing his tongue in to find where his fingers had been.

At Rusty's, Six sat on the front steps while Skin knocked on the door. "Rust!?" Skin shouted, "Rust!?"

A window slid open above them and a head popped out, "Hold on! I'll be right down!"

"He'll be right down," Skin repeated to Six.

"Cool," Six said. He was thinking about them, Rusty and Skin. Six just wanted to meet the guy who was wearing that punk-as-fuck leather with his crotch full and thick, pushing out under the weight of the denim covering. Then along came Rusty.

"Hey. What's up?" Rusty asked stepping out of the house.

"Nothing," Skin said, "Wanna hang out?"

"Sure. Where we going?" Rusty asked.

"Dunno. Whaddaya wanna do?" Skin asked.

"I don't care. What do you wanna do?" Rusty asked.

"I dunno know," Skin scratched his balls and wiped them on Six's coat.

"Fuck you!" Six hissed. Rusty lit a cigarette and walked away from the two.

"Let's go get some beer and hang out on the catwalk," Six said, walking towards Rusty, "What do you think?"

"I don't care," Rusty said, "Whatever you guys want to do."

"Hey!" Skin busted in, "I almost fucking forgot—Zodiac 13 is playing this weekend. Wanna go?"

"Hell ya!" Rusty shouted, "I'll tell my mom I'm staying at your place!"

"Sure," Six replied, "Why not?"

"Good," Skin said, as he started walking to the party store to get more beer. "We'll meet up after school, get some beer, and see if we can't get a ride," Skin paused for a minute, "Six, who do you know who can give us a lift?"

"I dunno," Six replied, "Rusty, can you get the car?"

"Maybe," Rusty hesitated.

"Fine," Six said, "I'll get us a lift. But don't blame me if they're some lame ass fucks."

Skin laughed.