GACEY
Gacey's house always had punks. Tonight was no different. There was always some punk chick fucking the band and some drunk guy selling drugs and someone looking for a ride somewhere and Gacey. Gacey dealt cocaine. Most of Zodiac 13 were cokeheads.
"Why do you hate coke?" Rusty asked Six as he let a line slide up his nose. He sniffed and tipped his head back, shaking his Mohawk around.
"Just isn't my thing, really. I mean, there was that one time, but you know. Why do you like it so much?"
"I dunno," Rusty smiled at the floor.
"That's fucked up, you know?" Six took a swig of the beer he was holding. They were sitting in Gacey's house in Gacey's room while everyone else who didn't matter was outside in the party somewhere.
"Yeah," Rusty admitted, "But that's not why."
"Why then?"
"I dunno. I just do."
Six laughed, "You so want Karl to fuck you!" Six took the tray of pot that Gacey handed him and started rolling a joint. "Thanks, Gacey," Six acknowledged.
"Oh," Gacey began, "No problem." He took the cocaine from Rusty and did a line for himself. He passed the tray to some girl who was sitting in the circle on the floor with Rusty and Six. It was only a couple more hours till The Oven opened.
"I don't want Karl to fuck me—I want to suck his cock," Rusty smiled. There was a knock on the door. Gacey's girlfriend, Gina, poked her head into the room.
"Hey baby," Gina announced, "Can I come in?"
"Oh," Gacey began, "Sure." Gacey was flailing around in the closet. He emerged with a red satin smoking jacket that he pushed himself into. It layered over an old Zodiac 13 t-shirt and a beat-up pair of jeans. Gina came up behind him and gave him a hug.
"Can I have some coke?" She asked.
"Oh," Gacey began, "Sure." Gina went over to Rusty and Six and sat down.
"Skin is looking for you guys. He's sitting with Karl in the living room watching shit eating videos or something. They're drunk." Gina took the tray of coke from Six and did two lines in a row. The room scowled at her.
"Hey!" some girl with pink hair protested, "You can't do two lines in a row!"
"Why not?" Gina asked, staring at her intently while passing the tray up to Gacey, who was fixing a black and white tie loosely around his neck.
"Because we want some, too," the girl insisted.
"You do?" Gina asked.
"Yes!" she replied.
"And who are you?" Gina asked.
"I'm with them," The girl pointed to a couple of guys sitting across the room and rifling through records.
"And who are they?" Gina demanded
"I dunno," she puzzled, "Some guys from out of town, I think."
Gina stared at the guys who paid no attention to her. She looked at Rusty and Six and scanned the room. Punks were clumped around doing drugs and drinking, punks that everyone knew and didn't know. Strum and Marlene were hanging out in front of the television. Gina looked at the couple intently.
"I love how you play guitar, Strum," Gina burst, "It's so cool!" She walked up to Gacey and put her arms around him. No one said anything. After a moment, Gina left the room.
Karl and Skin left the living room and the videos of people with no arms and legs having sex with one another. In the bathroom, they shucked their pants and went at it. Karl bent down in front of Skin as Skin turned away from him. Skin's ass pushed out into Karl's face and Karl peeled the cheeks back. Between them was a small, red bud of flesh. Karl let his tongue flicker between the ass lightly. Skin moaned. Karl pushed his tongue more intently around Skin's ass. Skin moaned louder. Karl reached between Skins legs and grabbed his balls. He pulled slightly and then harder as he felt Skin moving up and down to the stroke of Karl's tongue. With every movement, Skin's testicles stretched and retracted in Karl's grip.
"Fuck yeah, man," Skin whispered hoarsely, "Eat that ass."
With that, Karl let his tongue plunge into the bud of Skin's rectum. Inside, it was moist and sweaty. Karl's nose hit the top of Skin's ass. He sniffed and tasted Skin all at once. Karl let out a groan and buried his face into Skin's ass further. The door burst open and Gina stood there, gawking. She burst out laughing as Skin turned to look at her. Karl, busy inside Skin's ass, pulled back and fell against the wall next to the toilet.
"Sorry!" Gina giggled as she shut the door behind her.
Skin locked the door behind her and turning to face Karl. He grabbed the back of Karl's head and pushed him onto his cock. Karl fell around the shaft easily. Skin thrust the weight of himself into Karl. Their drunken sex was quick.
Karl stood and undid his pants. Skin pushed Karl against the wall and lifted his body onto the sink. There was a knock on the door and then some pounding. Some muffled voices laughed and shouted for whoever was in the bathroom to hurry up. Skin spit on his hand and pressed it into Karl's ass. He felt the ring of Karl's cunt and pushed his fingers deeper inside. Karl jerked suddenly and tensed. Skin pulled his finger out as Karl relaxed, only to feel Skin's cock force its way back into him. Karl pained. He let out a small whimper. Skin put his hand over Karl's mouth and pulled his cock out. He looked down, hand pushing Karl's face into the wall of the bathroom, and spit on his cock. He let the shaft bob up and down as he positioned it in front of Karl's ass again. He hoisted one of Karl's legs around his shoulder, held Karl's head against the wall with his weight, and slammed into him. Karl's drunken body went limp.
Skin pumped into Karl a few times. The fists pounded harder on the door and the muffled complaints became shouts of protest. Skin slammed his sex into Karl, keeping Karl's face smashed against the wall. Karl was pinned, helpless under the bulk of Skin and his force. Karl cried out as Skin tore into him. In another minute, Karl shot his cum on his stomach. Skin released himself inside Karl's body and pulled out quickly. He pushed Karl off the sink. In his drunk, Karl stumbled for balance and fell against the toilet. He looked at Skin angrily. Skin washed his cock off in the sink. He didn't return Karl's gaze.
Skin pushed his cock back into his jeans and zipped. "Rusty hates coke," was all he said. He stepped over Karl, and opened the bathroom door. No one was waiting.
"Where'd you go?" Rusty asked.
"To the bathroom," Skin replied. "You wanna get the car so we can head over to the gig?"
"Sure," Rusty said.
"Hey you guys!" Six shouted. Rusty and Skin looked at him. "These guys need a lift to the gig and they gave me gas money." Rusty pointed behind him to three punks standing in Gacey's bedroom.
"I don't care," Rusty said. Skin shrugged.
"Cool," Six said. He went back into Gacey's bedroom. "Come one, you guys," Six said, "You can go with us."
Bill Berry says, "I was born in Detroit, Michigan and live on Cape Cod. I am a college professor who teaches writing and language. Presently, I am busy with my dissertation on identity and writing. My creative work is inherently transgressive. I want people to feel challenged; my fiction reflects this."