THURSDAY, AUGUST 31, 2006
halloween - part two
hallowen - part two
i stand under the moonscape. clouds, mist and fog are invading manhattan: and then a perfect full moon announces itself completing the stars and heavens...
the bar is emptying out.
my bad dreams seem like three eternities away...
it's quiet. i breathe...
the bar is gone...
i feel like my mind is thinking...but i'am not thinking...i'am pulled in the full of the night...it's around 4am...
i'am drugged but do not fully realize it...it's a dull and vague set of clouds rolling above me, through me...around me...
the witches, skeletons and ghosts continue to filter by and through the streets...coming and going...
i look up - the moon smiles...the clouds dance...the stars are red...
"hey."
i hear a voice. it is kiel...
"are you having a good time tonight?" he asks...
"....kiel. ? kiel...?"
"i'am right here..." i hear...and then an angel appears glowing with a luminosity: ethereal and warm...
it is kiel. walking toward me...
"oh god. i miss you so much. where have you been? what are you doing here?" i reach out to touch him...my hand goes right through the air...
"i think somebody put something in my drink...in the bar..."
"that was quite a show in there..." kiel remarks and laughs...
the laugh of an old dear friend. someone you have missed every minute since they've been gone...i sigh into the chance to say all the things ive wanted to tell him...ask him.
"whats it like over "there?" i inquire and nod...
"youd be surprised. it's not that different." he smiles.
he looks deep into my eyes...and i begin to cry...
"just as your connected to spirits on the "other side" were likewise connected to you...the only difference is now the "other side" is, well here. in the realms of the living..."
"you have to figure the perfect time for a full fledged visit is on halloween: under a full moon...halloween." he smiles as if to remember all the smells and lights and candy and parties and fun...he meets my eyes again...
a pack of red devils walks by...
"and like i said. it's not that different..."
the devils are sharing a joint and the smell of pot reeks into the space between us...they are smoking and laughing...
"ah - you did go to heaven - didn't you?" i ask...
"it's not like that...think of it like, if your in new york. then i'am in Montana...ah -- something like that..."
"ok. whatever the fuck that means..." i shake my head...
"oh god you look so beautiful. the last time i saw you - you were in the hospital. you looked so awful..."
"i remember...i screamed at you and said: "why are you looking at me like - I'am dying...?"
"the pain on your face...you were gone three days later..."
"the pain is gone."
i look up. kiel shimmers like the moon. the same hazy whiteness around his aura...his face is the moon. he winks...
"see ya around..."
I look down...
"hey wait a minute...i want to know what its like to die..."
there is a pair of high heels in front of me. squaring off toe to toe...i see the heel on one of the shoes is broken...i panic. i look up. it's her...
>>>>>>>>"where did you go?" his voice is squeaky and he seems impish and small...his make-up is blotchy but still i cant not seem to read his aura or get a clear idea of what's underneath...sexy hot stud or village troll...
"i'am going home." i remark flatly and turn to leave...
"WAIT! don't go - please. i have tickets to the party at the palladium..."
i'am swaying back and forth...his voice is now slowing down...
it seems altered. slower. lowered. his eyes spark. he touches my hand. his touch is warm: "please...go with me..."
"i don't even know you..." i remark coldly. "i should just..."
"it's the best party of the year..." he holds up two tickets.
one hundred dollars each. sold out months in advance. youd have to be a fool to pass this up...and then i think besides...
you can always ditch her prom-queen ass and find someone more ah - suitable to your liking - like the prom king...
"ok lets go..." i turn up the street. and no sooner then i agree she turns back into the waifey, demure, hobbling goblin kinda bouncing his head and waving his tiny wrists around...i walk fast because i dont anyone to recognize me with her...
she's getting on my nerves..."yes - i will use her ticket and then ditch her ass...totally...."
the devils grin appears.
"ok cmon, lets go --"
on the way there - a sexy-ass abercrombie football player grabs my shirt - grabs me and lays a deep full kiss onto my lips...
"let me tackle you tonight bro!??" he asks. looks into my eyes.
hes hot and young. hes dirty blonde. tall and buffed. he bites my lip..."i'll see you later..." he nods and heads to the entrance line.
"ok here we are." i look around. the sight is amazing. a winding que of costumes...good witches - bad witches - dead cheerleaders - a king kong - green sparkling aliens - spartacus and seven gladiators in jockstraps ... cowboys - clowns -
a starbucks coffee cup - the manhattan skyline - tinkerbell -
another pee - wee herman rides by on a red bike and the tinkle of a bell goes off...
then we all turn to see a pack of ghosts - like something out of the haunted mansion - - on stilts - float by - everyone is quiet...
they look real...they are close to twelve feet tall - raiments of shimmering white - they seem to hover in mid air...
hands down the ghost parade is the high light of the evening...
beautiful...truly ghost like and other worldly...
i spy the door man.
i happen to know her from years ago when i was promoting clubs. she waves me over...she is in a kinda of "jetson's" drag with silver make -up...she opens the ropes...
i look back to the football player and sparticus to make sure they see my VIP entrance and they do.
I think to myself...
"one of those bros is getting a blow job in the bathroom tonight at the least... i nod and wink...
and walk through like royalty...
the prom queen grabbing my hand...
i thank the drag queen door man -
"good to see you sweetie..." acknowledging her power and giving thanks...
a quick air kiss on the cheek...
and the red velvet ropes close behind us...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"fuck - iam really high..." i mumble and stumble toward the set of six doors. the middle two now opened for us by two beefeater guards...
in a darkened hallway before us color swirls and then
running around us and spinning around us are tea-cups...
pink and blue tea-cups...a white rabbit, alice in wonderland...all singing: "I'am late. i'am late for a very important date..." the mad hatter appears. manic. laughing screams...throwing cards..."would you like some tea??"
two female attendants appear with actual tea - pots. they are wearing plastic hoop skirts below the waist which have no material on them...they are twins. they are blonde. they have straight perfect blonde hair and perfect 36 d cup boobs pushed forward. they are full of smiles...
the mad hatter shrieks with delight...and hands me a tea cup
of tea...
"drink this tea....now" he implores...a little magic for your night ah an enhancer....some magic...i mean the tea...the tea is -- magic..."
i drink the tea...the mad hatter's eyes widen...
he shrieks and runs away...gone
the tea cups swirl and float away.
we are on a conveyor belt...
there is silence. you can feel the muted base sounds of music...
we are in a long silent hallway filled with mirrors...
behind the mirrors - faces appear and then fade...
and then the main room doors open up --
there is a small landing and then down a grand stair case we go...
the dance floor...
bats are flying above. real bats.
there is a clock tower lighting up the space with an orange glow. gonging...gong - gong - gong - like a reverberating big ben -- and the hands on the clock are twirling fast - backwards around and around...lightning and shrieks: a small portal opens near the top of the tower and a shriek is belted over the speakers - the wicked witch of the west appears waving her hands..."i'll get you my pretty!!"
the wizard of oz, it's disneyland, warner bros, the house of horrors, the chainsaw massacre, freak night - fright night - fairee dust - devils brew - cob-webbed. flowing fog and then a long intro of music begins...
i look above -
out of nowhere three swings appear from the ceiling to reveal three swim suit models swinging...reminiscent of an MGM - ester williams spectacular - they glide through the air...
long intro of music....
it had to be...the red velvet curtains slowly pull back to reveal on the stage high above the dance floor...
madonna in high aristocrat drag:??
VOUGE....
yes -- a line of high -- high drag - high queens take the stage but then...theres a flash of white...
the witch screeches
the gong - gongs...
another white flash and then...
vougue...
they re-appear as ghouls...still dressed in aristocrat gowns
but now the gowns are ripped and faded...
they are joined by foot men...also ghouls and also dressed in torn and faded 18th centruy drag...
they take the stage...
the witch screams in delight.
vogue.
a mix of "thriller" fades in and out...
the bass rumbles the entire foundation...
stomps.
hand poses....
stop. frozen in a pose...
ghouls vouguing === vogue....vogue...vogue...
the crowd tears down the house...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I'am standing in the middle of everything. truly in awe-shock...
the only thing to happen now could be lightning striking and burning the house to sunders...
but the frenzy continues....
all the while more loud gongs and the rabbit hole of my mind widening ever greater...the mad hatter's tea hitting me - my corwn chakra opens...iam dizzy. iam floating. iam the room...
like a hypnotists wheel...spinning and spinning and spinning...
and flying...
then an interruption...
the prom queen is trying to kiss me. i had forgotten all about her...
i push her away...cold and flat.
the seven gladiators part the dance floor...one turns my way - hes dark and handsome and tosses his jock strap to my hands...
i bring it up to my nose and inhale of it deeply...and nod -
fuck yes!
a whoosh of testosterone and muscles...delights my senses...
>>>>this is the party people will talk about for decades...
like truman capotes black and white ball at the plaza.
the closing of the saint party
the first white party in miami
peter gaitiens - hospital bloodfest - diluaded party
the opening of the "area" night club...
the "rent" tompkin square park riots
woodstock
the opening of the roxy
and this....the event of the decade...
vogue.
tinkerbell appears and sprinkles fairy dust and the disco ball above explodes.
silver confetti dances and falls onto the dancefloor. the laughter from "thriller" can be heard --
a trumpet announces something new.
the gong sounds off again...
two enormous congo drums slowly descend into view: swaying above the dance floor...ala cirque du soliel...
two perfectly over-built muscle boys hold up giant batons...and then strike the drums...
glenda the good witch appears...and waves a wand.
a lazer beam shoots from one end - she points it to the clock tower and then strikes the wicked witch dead and says...
"let the party begin...!"
then the intro to "thriller" begins and explodes into a new frenzy of movement...
it's raining pills. god only knows what they are - candy - ecstasy - rainbow juice...party enhancers...people gobble them up and a drum chant begins the call to sensuality. power and might...
everything is awash in a hallucination...
a vision of beautiful...
dreaming and dreaming without end...
in the michael todd room - bar under the famed basquiant mural
the prom queen offers me another drink...and we embrace in a long strange endless kiss...
we fly to the moon...
slowly i slide my hand up her dress...
she doesn't stop me.
and then to what my wandering hands appears...?
the phallus of satan...
the donkey dick of my career in sex addiction.
an easy ten inches - hard - moist - potent - in my hand.
it presses against me...
i almost fall to my knees to suck it by instinct....
it had to be...the biggest dick ive ever touched...
"lets get out of here..." i mumble.
ive got to see it.
touch it. see it with my eyes.
get fucked by it...
wear the crown...and make her fuck me --
the little imp from hell riding his ass pony into the inferno of brimstone - HELLFIRE!
the gods are merciful!
they will surely punish me for three eternities for this but let me be dammed...i want that freak-cock...
then...
a pause...suddenly we are on the street...
we are in a cab.
next were up the stairs.
then through the door. the door closes. the chain-bolt: bolted. i sit and rest amidst - lawn furniture and fake astro-turf and plastic geese...
the prom queen flicks a switch and the plastic geese light up....
quack - quack.
the living room of the prom queen...
she saunters around - "well here it is..."
she disappears into the back of the apartment into the dark, doing something...she fiddles with the stereo and then a kenny G record begins to play scratchy on a phonograph...
i feel mildly buzzed and euphoric. my ass twitching from the thought of that humongous dick sliding up my moist greasy butt...
then her face again. powdered and white and ghastly appears. teeth and lips...
"let me make you some tea..."
i look around.
i see a farrah fawcet poster. figurines are everywhere. a macramé pot holder...articles from the 70s. a scott baio poster...my eyes are blurry and fogged...and slowly i begin to realize that i'am in a time warp... circa 1977...
something is not quite right...like the last five minutes before the titanic hits the ice berg...i feel a dread...a whisper...
a calling...a panic...
leave now!
......or forever be frozen here...
go....!! run!!!
but the thought of seeing his huge member just once more and putting it in my mouth holds me there...
suddenly the tea kettle whistles off loud and then -
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>the spell is broken!
I stand up...
i grab the fur wrap from his shoulders...and fling it through the air...
she turns away - to the dark...she turns her back...
things are happening frame by frame...under a strobe light...still frame and magnified...
her back is not the back of some hot east village stud muffin...
no. no no. its bony and hairy and ugly...and grotesque...
she cowers...
my hand grabs her shoulder and then i pull the wig off hard...
I pull his cheek into the light....
i see her eyes - straight from the gallows of hell!
red and sunken...
and then i scream -
the loudest most pathetic scream - emanates from deep below....
from both of us - she screams - I scream - my jaw shakes with violence..
"you tricked me!"
i grab the straps of her dress...and rip them down...hard and mean. hes naked. except for a pair of white silk panties. decripid and old...and then there it is.
the ten incher standing high and erect like a flagpole...SMACK!
i belt him square in the face. a good hard smack. and he flies into the dark...against the stereo and the record scratches loud and the music stops...
I have snapped...
i kick the lawn furniture over and throw the table upside down...
i kick the string of plastic geese and they fly throw the room -- quacking and into a mirror...sparks fly
i look into the mirror and then slowly it cracks...and falls to the floor...i ponder my image fragmenting...and cry and try to touch my face...
then her face appears next to me --- my eyes widen again...now wigless and totally exposed our eyes meet...
"you drugged me!" i yell.
"no - no - no....." his hair is dyed oompah loompa orange and in patches flies wildly into the air...he is part munchkin, part elephant man, part oompah-loompah and all freak...cracked dirty teeth, bad breath, leather skin...full of distress and pain..SMACK!
"let go of me!"
i run to the door and pull it open. true terror at having kissed this creature rages through my mind...i pull the door but the chain-bolt holds me there-- if i dont leave then and there i will be broken in ways that will never be repaired. i will never be the same again. and then with a hard pull as if i could claw the door open with my very mouth the door jamb breaks and splinters.
freedom...soon...
she runs toward me.
grabbing my shirt and falling to her knees...crying...i push her back into the dark and she echos -- saying...
"its not the hair...its the person...!!"
pleading and then i boot kick to the center of his chest ---
thud...he flies back...
he disappears.
she hits something hard and it all stops and i fly down the stairs screaming:
"i made out with the elephant man...!
i almost fucked an ommpah-loompah! somebody help me!
somebody please ---- help me!"
the streets are dead-calm.
i flag a cab
lightning strikes above and then rain as if unzipped from the heavens...falls and coats everything.
i jump into the cab and throw a twenty onto the front seat...
"DRIVE! fast -- "
the cab bouncing and jumping over pot-holes quick - and speeding away --
from the backseat i stare...
as if freak-man could somehow escape his dungeon and find me....screaming and running through the streets following me to midtown...i look back just to make sure - i sigh relief....
i wish i would have hand-cuffed him to the floor....
now i wish i would have stayed and thought up some elaborate torture...a special torture just for him...
shit on him. put tiger balm up his ass...
put him in a cage and piss into it...
hang him upside down...nothing would be too strange...
rain is pelting the cab...
the cab driver inquires...
"sir - where are going??"
he is gone...
but the night i'am afraid is not over just yet...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the cab driver rambles on about this and that and this and that...his mindless chatter begins to normalize me back in the material world...
but i'am still drugged, dazed and oddly aroused...
my my mind half-baked, my dick half hard-oozing pre-cum...
i feel a warm space in my chest and a buzz, like a shaking inside...
the cab stops with a halt. i throw another 20 throw the partition and step to the curb...
the rain has stopped...
abba music plays from an apartment one flight up...
"the visitors"
i know the lyrics and tempo well...
Now I hear them moving muffled noises coming through the door I feel Im crackin up
Voices growing louder, irritation building and Im close to fainting crackin up
They must know by now Im in here trembling in a terror evergrowing crackin up
My whole world is falling, going crazy there is no escaping now, Im crackin up
Now I hear them moving muffled noises coming through the door
I feel Im crackin up voices growing louder, irritation building and Im close to fainting crackin up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
They must know by now Im in here trembling in a terror evergrowing crackin up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
My whole world is falling, going crazy there is no escaping now, Im crackin up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the visitor...
as i step from the cab to the curbside i hear the abba music - perfect and clear. i slam the cab door and head for the corner bodega for a pack of smokes. my body is almost to the door but my head turns while walking forward to spy a twenty something tallish guy in red sweat pants...
its obvious that hes not wearing any underwear or boxer shorts because i can see the outline of his cock perfectly which looks full and semi-hard and really nice and big...
my devil horns protrude.
hmmmm -- ?
could be straight - could be gay....could just want a bj....
i shoot a look to him...that surely, in any language would be translated into: "WANNA FUCK?? i wanna suck it - i'll swallow..."
he stands outside and waits: then shy and coy like squeezes his cock and his bulge grows just a bit...
as he flexes everywhere...he pulls back his arms behind his head and exposes his armpits...and then nods...
the answer to my question: "yeah man...yeah i wanna fuck...."
i smack the cigarette pack against the butt end of my palm a few times and square my shoulders to his. then i point my index finger to the center of his chest and shaking my head like a madman, sniffing him like a dog and sensing i would like it and his cock. quick and precise i say:
"yeah - you wanna fuck?? well then you should follow me down the block...because i'am gonna do things to you that no one has ever done...you game?? just follow me..."
and down the street never looking back i walked...
"voices growing louder - irritation building - i'am close to fainting -- now i feel i'am cracking up..."
i key the door to the building. mr red sex-pants in the wings... standing right there but i don't acknowledge him but i do think to myself..."this time theres no wig and no dress."
"this visitor" is gonna get the tumble of his life when i get him upstairs...
full of lust and passion and GHB, the mad hatters brew, the weird night, the herbs, halloween, the donkey dicked freak-show: i needed release...
red sweat-pants which have always turned me on...always reminds me of sucking some guy off in a gym or in central park late at night...
as i fly up the flight of stairs my cock goes rock - ringing - hard...hes right behind me. falls into my animal space and breathes down my neck and pushes me against the door. hes taller than me by a head and it's quite easy for him to pin me there and brings his masculine, scruffy chin to mine.
he looks into my eyes. raises his arm above me and makes me sniff his arm pit...
he garabs my chin and then...
he plants a firm erotic kiss on my lips.
he pushes my shoulders down with both hands and tip toes to pry his mouth onto mine - i open my mouth wide to receive his tongue...as i suck on his tongue i begin to melt...I let my guard down and fall to my knees in one motion and smoothly glide the red sex pants to the floor...
his perfect bone flies open into the air and bobs up and down...
it'a big one...
i slide likewise down his torso and to the waist and then the thigh. I breath in his crotch -- it's fucking nice - the cock is nice firm and oozing a little fresh jizz from the head...genius!
heaven - light...a healing wand of light...a giant white snake which contains the cure...
i put my lips to it as if it contained nectar....bow my head just like a prayer...and then take his phallus all the way down...
as i'am sucking him i pin him to the door -- and then i knock over a stack of books and that does it...i stand up and scatter everything off the kitchen table...
he is on the same page and counter-attacks...pushing me down onto my back, trying to kiss me - spinning me around and then bending down to lick the crack of my ass...long and soft...
i don't have to wait long until he heaves and then with expertise slides his member into my ass and pumps slowly at first and then deeper....we heave together. forward and back in a perfect rhythm. i hold the sides of the kitchen table for support and then i can feel him shooting and spasming inside me...
i cum without touching my cock...
the back of my head exploding off...
there is so much ecstasy in this release that it begins to hurt...
i lay there silent...he puts two fingrs into my mouth: they are swathed with our juices...i suck on them for a moment...
"thanks..."
i gaze into his eyes. for a fleeting minute i sense he's an angel...that he's not human...i ponder and wonder...
then he is gone...never saying goodbye.
i crawl over to my bed -- thanking god the night is over...
i pass out butt in the air: face down.
i tasted lust and won... i tempted the gods into destroying me.
i had my visitors...i touched a penis that belongs in a museum...
danced with all of manhattan under the gong-ing witches tower. saw tinkerbelle and tasted the funk of a gladiator...
got fucked by the angel of lust...
had my hole opened and filled...and now drifting away to the stars...i cracked a smile...and a grin...and then it's all gone.
good night.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
i stand under the moonscape. clouds, mist and fog are invading manhattan: and then a perfect full moon announces itself completing the stars and heavens...
the bar is emptying out.
my bad dreams seem like three eternities away...
it's quiet. i breathe...
the bar is gone...
i feel like my mind is thinking...but i'am not thinking...i'am pulled in the full of the night...it's around 4am...
i'am drugged but do not fully realize it...it's a dull and vague set of clouds rolling above me, through me...around me...
the witches, skeletons and ghosts continue to filter by and through the streets...coming and going...
i look up - the moon smiles...the clouds dance...the stars are red...
"hey."
i hear a voice. it is kiel...
"are you having a good time tonight?" he asks...
"....kiel. ? kiel...?"
"i'am right here..." i hear...and then an angel appears glowing with a luminosity: ethereal and warm...
it is kiel. walking toward me...
"oh god. i miss you so much. where have you been? what are you doing here?" i reach out to touch him...my hand goes right through the air...
"i think somebody put something in my drink...in the bar..."
"that was quite a show in there..." kiel remarks and laughs...
the laugh of an old dear friend. someone you have missed every minute since they've been gone...i sigh into the chance to say all the things ive wanted to tell him...ask him.
"whats it like over "there?" i inquire and nod...
"youd be surprised. it's not that different." he smiles.
he looks deep into my eyes...and i begin to cry...
"just as your connected to spirits on the "other side" were likewise connected to you...the only difference is now the "other side" is, well here. in the realms of the living..."
"you have to figure the perfect time for a full fledged visit is on halloween: under a full moon...halloween." he smiles as if to remember all the smells and lights and candy and parties and fun...he meets my eyes again...
a pack of red devils walks by...
"and like i said. it's not that different..."
the devils are sharing a joint and the smell of pot reeks into the space between us...they are smoking and laughing...
"ah - you did go to heaven - didn't you?" i ask...
"it's not like that...think of it like, if your in new york. then i'am in Montana...ah -- something like that..."
"ok. whatever the fuck that means..." i shake my head...
"oh god you look so beautiful. the last time i saw you - you were in the hospital. you looked so awful..."
"i remember...i screamed at you and said: "why are you looking at me like - I'am dying...?"
"the pain on your face...you were gone three days later..."
"the pain is gone."
i look up. kiel shimmers like the moon. the same hazy whiteness around his aura...his face is the moon. he winks...
"see ya around..."
I look down...
"hey wait a minute...i want to know what its like to die..."
there is a pair of high heels in front of me. squaring off toe to toe...i see the heel on one of the shoes is broken...i panic. i look up. it's her...
>>>>>>>>"where did you go?" his voice is squeaky and he seems impish and small...his make-up is blotchy but still i cant not seem to read his aura or get a clear idea of what's underneath...sexy hot stud or village troll...
"i'am going home." i remark flatly and turn to leave...
"WAIT! don't go - please. i have tickets to the party at the palladium..."
i'am swaying back and forth...his voice is now slowing down...
it seems altered. slower. lowered. his eyes spark. he touches my hand. his touch is warm: "please...go with me..."
"i don't even know you..." i remark coldly. "i should just..."
"it's the best party of the year..." he holds up two tickets.
one hundred dollars each. sold out months in advance. youd have to be a fool to pass this up...and then i think besides...
you can always ditch her prom-queen ass and find someone more ah - suitable to your liking - like the prom king...
"ok lets go..." i turn up the street. and no sooner then i agree she turns back into the waifey, demure, hobbling goblin kinda bouncing his head and waving his tiny wrists around...i walk fast because i dont anyone to recognize me with her...
she's getting on my nerves..."yes - i will use her ticket and then ditch her ass...totally...."
the devils grin appears.
"ok cmon, lets go --"
on the way there - a sexy-ass abercrombie football player grabs my shirt - grabs me and lays a deep full kiss onto my lips...
"let me tackle you tonight bro!??" he asks. looks into my eyes.
hes hot and young. hes dirty blonde. tall and buffed. he bites my lip..."i'll see you later..." he nods and heads to the entrance line.
"ok here we are." i look around. the sight is amazing. a winding que of costumes...good witches - bad witches - dead cheerleaders - a king kong - green sparkling aliens - spartacus and seven gladiators in jockstraps ...
a starbucks coffee cup - the manhattan skyline - tinkerbell -
another pee - wee herman rides by on a red bike and the tinkle of a bell goes off...
then we all turn to see a pack of ghosts - like something out of the haunted mansion - - on stilts - float by - everyone is quiet...
they look real...they are close to twelve feet tall - raiments of shimmering white - they seem to hover in mid air...
hands down the ghost parade is the high light of the evening...
beautiful...truly ghost like and other worldly...
i spy the door man.
i happen to know her from years ago when i was promoting clubs. she waves me over...she is in a kinda of "jetson's" drag with silver make -up...she opens the ropes...
i look back to the football player and sparticus to make sure they see my VIP entrance and they do.
I think to myself...
"one of those bros is getting a blow job in the bathroom tonight at the least... i nod and wink...
and walk through like royalty...
the prom queen grabbing my hand...
i thank the drag queen door man -
"good to see you sweetie..." acknowledging her power and giving thanks...
a quick air kiss on the cheek...
and the red velvet ropes close behind us...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
"fuck - iam really high..." i mumble and stumble toward the set of six doors. the middle two now opened for us by two beefeater guards...
in a darkened hallway before us color swirls and then
running around us and spinning around us are tea-cups...
pink and blue tea-cups...a white rabbit, alice in wonderland...all singing: "I'am late. i'am late for a very important date..." the mad hatter appears. manic. laughing screams...throwing cards..."would you like some tea??"
two female attendants appear with actual tea - pots. they are wearing plastic hoop skirts below the waist which have no material on them...they are twins. they are blonde. they have straight perfect blonde hair and perfect 36 d cup boobs pushed forward. they are full of smiles...
the mad hatter shrieks with delight...and hands me a tea cup
of tea...
"drink this tea....now" he implores...a little magic for your night ah an enhancer....some magic...i mean the tea...the tea is -- magic..."
i drink the tea...the mad hatter's eyes widen...
he shrieks and runs away...gone
the tea cups swirl and float away.
we are on a conveyor belt...
there is silence. you can feel the muted base sounds of music...
we are in a long silent hallway filled with mirrors...
behind the mirrors - faces appear and then fade...
and then the main room doors open up --
there is a small landing and then down a grand stair case we go...
the dance floor...
bats are flying above. real bats.
there is a clock tower lighting up the space with an orange glow. gonging...gong - gong - gong - like a reverberating big ben -- and the hands on the clock are twirling fast - backwards around and around...lightning and shrieks: a small portal opens near the top of the tower and a shriek is belted over the speakers - the wicked witch of the west appears waving her hands..."i'll get you my pretty!!"
the wizard of oz, it's disneyland, warner bros, the house of horrors, the chainsaw massacre, freak night - fright night - fairee dust - devils brew - cob-webbed. flowing fog and then a long intro of music begins...
i look above -
out of nowhere three swings appear from the ceiling to reveal three swim suit models swinging...reminiscent of an MGM - ester williams spectacular - they glide through the air...
long intro of music....
it had to be...the red velvet curtains slowly pull back to reveal on the stage high above the dance floor...
madonna in high aristocrat drag:??
VOUGE....
yes -- a line of high -- high drag - high queens take the stage but then...theres a flash of white...
the witch screeches
the gong - gongs...
another white flash and then...
vougue...
they re-appear as ghouls...still dressed in aristocrat gowns
but now the gowns are ripped and faded...
they are joined by foot men...also ghouls and also dressed in torn and faded 18th centruy drag...
they take the stage...
the witch screams in delight.
vogue.
a mix of "thriller" fades in and out...
the bass rumbles the entire foundation...
stomps.
hand poses....
stop. frozen in a pose...
ghouls vouguing === vogue....vogue...vogue...
the crowd tears down the house...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I'am standing in the middle of everything. truly in awe-shock...
the only thing to happen now could be lightning striking and burning the house to sunders...
but the frenzy continues....
all the while more loud gongs and the rabbit hole of my mind widening ever greater...the mad hatter's tea hitting me - my corwn chakra opens...iam dizzy. iam floating. iam the room...
like a hypnotists wheel...spinning and spinning and spinning...
and flying...
then an interruption...
the prom queen is trying to kiss me. i had forgotten all about her...
i push her away...cold and flat.
the seven gladiators part the dance floor...one turns my way - hes dark and handsome and tosses his jock strap to my hands...
i bring it up to my nose and inhale of it deeply...and nod -
fuck yes!
a whoosh of testosterone and muscles...delights my senses...
>>>>this is the party people will talk about for decades...
like truman capotes black and white ball at the plaza.
the closing of the saint party
the first white party in miami
peter gaitiens - hospital bloodfest - diluaded party
the opening of the "area" night club...
the "rent" tompkin square park riots
woodstock
the opening of the roxy
and this....the event of the decade...
vogue.
tinkerbell appears and sprinkles fairy dust and the disco ball above explodes.
silver confetti dances and falls onto the dancefloor. the laughter from "thriller" can be heard --
a trumpet announces something new.
the gong sounds off again...
two enormous congo drums slowly descend into view: swaying above the dance floor...ala cirque du soliel...
two perfectly over-built muscle boys hold up giant batons...and then strike the drums...
glenda the good witch appears...and waves a wand.
a lazer beam shoots from one end - she points it to the clock tower and then strikes the wicked witch dead and says...
"let the party begin...!"
then the intro to "thriller" begins and explodes into a new frenzy of movement...
it's raining pills. god only knows what they are - candy - ecstasy - rainbow juice...party enhancers...people gobble them up and a drum chant begins the call to sensuality. power and might...
everything is awash in a hallucination...
a vision of beautiful...
dreaming and dreaming without end...
in the michael todd room - bar under the famed basquiant mural
the prom queen offers me another drink...and we embrace in a long strange endless kiss...
we fly to the moon...
slowly i slide my hand up her dress...
she doesn't stop me.
and then to what my wandering hands appears...?
the phallus of satan...
the donkey dick of my career in sex addiction.
an easy ten inches - hard - moist - potent - in my hand.
it presses against me...
i almost fall to my knees to suck it by instinct....
it had to be...the biggest dick ive ever touched...
"lets get out of here..." i mumble.
ive got to see it.
touch it. see it with my eyes.
get fucked by it...
wear the crown...and make her fuck me --
the little imp from hell riding his ass pony into the inferno of brimstone - HELLFIRE!
the gods are merciful!
they will surely punish me for three eternities for this but let me be dammed...i want that freak-cock...
then...
a pause...suddenly we are on the street...
we are in a cab.
next were up the stairs.
then through the door. the door closes. the chain-bolt: bolted. i sit and rest amidst - lawn furniture and fake astro-turf and plastic geese...
the prom queen flicks a switch and the plastic geese light up....
quack - quack.
the living room of the prom queen...
she saunters around - "well here it is..."
she disappears into the back of the apartment into the dark, doing something...she fiddles with the stereo and then a kenny G record begins to play scratchy on a phonograph...
i feel mildly buzzed and euphoric. my ass twitching from the thought of that humongous dick sliding up my moist greasy butt...
then her face again. powdered and white and ghastly appears. teeth and lips...
"let me make you some tea..."
i look around.
i see a farrah fawcet poster. figurines are everywhere. a macramé pot holder...articles from the 70s. a scott baio poster...my eyes are blurry and fogged...and slowly i begin to realize that i'am in a time warp... circa 1977...
something is not quite right...like the last five minutes before the titanic hits the ice berg...i feel a dread...a whisper...
a calling...a panic...
leave now!
......or forever be frozen here...
go....!! run!!!
but the thought of seeing his huge member just once more and putting it in my mouth holds me there...
suddenly the tea kettle whistles off loud and then -
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>the spell is broken!
I stand up...
i grab the fur wrap from his shoulders...and fling it through the air...
she turns away - to the dark...she turns her back...
things are happening frame by frame...under a strobe light...still frame and magnified...
her back is not the back of some hot east village stud muffin...
no. no no. its bony and hairy and ugly...and grotesque...
she cowers...
my hand grabs her shoulder and then i pull the wig off hard...
I pull his cheek into the light....
i see her eyes - straight from the gallows of hell!
red and sunken...
and then i scream -
the loudest most pathetic scream - emanates from deep below....
from both of us - she screams - I scream - my jaw shakes with violence..
"you tricked me!"
i grab the straps of her dress...and rip them down...hard and mean. hes naked. except for a pair of white silk panties. decripid and old...and then there it is.
the ten incher standing high and erect like a flagpole...SMACK!
i belt him square in the face. a good hard smack. and he flies into the dark...against the stereo and the record scratches loud and the music stops...
I have snapped...
i kick the lawn furniture over and throw the table upside down...
i kick the string of plastic geese and they fly throw the room -- quacking and into a mirror...sparks fly
i look into the mirror and then slowly it cracks...and falls to the floor...i ponder my image fragmenting...and cry and try to touch my face...
then her face appears next to me --- my eyes widen again...now wigless and totally exposed our eyes meet...
"you drugged me!" i yell.
"no - no - no....." his hair is dyed oompah loompa orange and in patches flies wildly into the air...he is part munchkin, part elephant man, part oompah-loompah and all freak...cracked dirty teeth, bad breath, leather skin...full of distress and pain..SMACK!
"let go of me!"
i run to the door and pull it open. true terror at having kissed this creature rages through my mind...i pull the door but the chain-bolt holds me there-- if i dont leave then and there i will be broken in ways that will never be repaired. i will never be the same again. and then with a hard pull as if i could claw the door open with my very mouth the door jamb breaks and splinters.
freedom...soon...
she runs toward me.
grabbing my shirt and falling to her knees...crying...i push her back into the dark and she echos -- saying...
"its not the hair...its the person...!!"
pleading and then i boot kick to the center of his chest ---
thud...he flies back...
he disappears.
she hits something hard and it all stops and i fly down the stairs screaming:
"i made out with the elephant man...!
i almost fucked an ommpah-loompah! somebody help me!
somebody please ---- help me!"
the streets are dead-calm.
i flag a cab
lightning strikes above and then rain as if unzipped from the heavens...falls and coats everything.
i jump into the cab and throw a twenty onto the front seat...
"DRIVE! fast -- "
the cab bouncing and jumping over pot-holes quick - and speeding away --
from the backseat i stare...
as if freak-man could somehow escape his dungeon and find me....screaming and running through the streets following me to midtown...i look back just to make sure - i sigh relief....
i wish i would have hand-cuffed him to the floor....
now i wish i would have stayed and thought up some elaborate torture...a special torture just for him...
shit on him. put tiger balm up his ass...
put him in a cage and piss into it...
hang him upside down...nothing would be too strange...
rain is pelting the cab...
the cab driver inquires...
"sir - where are going??"
he is gone...
but the night i'am afraid is not over just yet...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the cab driver rambles on about this and that and this and that...his mindless chatter begins to normalize me back in the material world...
but i'am still drugged, dazed and oddly aroused...
my my mind half-baked, my dick half hard-oozing pre-cum...
i feel a warm space in my chest and a buzz, like a shaking inside...
the cab stops with a halt. i throw another 20 throw the partition and step to the curb...
the rain has stopped...
abba music plays from an apartment one flight up...
"the visitors"
i know the lyrics and tempo well...
Now I hear them moving muffled noises coming through the door I feel Im crackin up
Voices growing louder, irritation building and Im close to fainting crackin up
They must know by now Im in here trembling in a terror evergrowing crackin up
My whole world is falling, going crazy there is no escaping now, Im crackin up
Now I hear them moving muffled noises coming through the door
I feel Im crackin up voices growing louder, irritation building and Im close to fainting crackin up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
They must know by now Im in here trembling in a terror evergrowing crackin up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
My whole world is falling, going crazy there is no escaping now, Im crackin up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
the visitor...
as i step from the cab to the curbside i hear the abba music - perfect and clear. i slam the cab door and head for the corner bodega for a pack of smokes. my body is almost to the door but my head turns while walking forward to spy a twenty something tallish guy in red sweat pants...
its obvious that hes not wearing any underwear or boxer shorts because i can see the outline of his cock perfectly which looks full and semi-hard and really nice and big...
my devil horns protrude.
hmmmm -- ?
could be straight - could be gay....could just want a bj....
i shoot a look to him...that surely, in any language would be translated into: "WANNA FUCK?? i wanna suck it - i'll swallow..."
he stands outside and waits: then shy and coy like squeezes his cock and his bulge grows just a bit...
as he flexes everywhere...he pulls back his arms behind his head and exposes his armpits...and then nods...
the answer to my question: "yeah man...yeah i wanna fuck...."
i smack the cigarette pack against the butt end of my palm a few times and square my shoulders to his. then i point my index finger to the center of his chest and shaking my head like a madman, sniffing him like a dog and sensing i would like it and his cock. quick and precise i say:
"yeah - you wanna fuck?? well then you should follow me down the block...because i'am gonna do things to you that no one has ever done...you game?? just follow me..."
and down the street never looking back i walked...
"voices growing louder - irritation building - i'am close to fainting -- now i feel i'am cracking up..."
i key the door to the building. mr red sex-pants in the wings... standing right there but i don't acknowledge him but i do think to myself..."this time theres no wig and no dress."
"this visitor" is gonna get the tumble of his life when i get him upstairs...
full of lust and passion and GHB, the mad hatters brew, the weird night, the herbs, halloween, the donkey dicked freak-show: i needed release...
red sweat-pants which have always turned me on...always reminds me of sucking some guy off in a gym or in central park late at night...
as i fly up the flight of stairs my cock goes rock - ringing - hard...hes right behind me. falls into my animal space and breathes down my neck and pushes me against the door. hes taller than me by a head and it's quite easy for him to pin me there and brings his masculine, scruffy chin to mine.
he looks into my eyes. raises his arm above me and makes me sniff his arm pit...
he garabs my chin and then...
he plants a firm erotic kiss on my lips.
he pushes my shoulders down with both hands and tip toes to pry his mouth onto mine - i open my mouth wide to receive his tongue...as i suck on his tongue i begin to melt...I let my guard down and fall to my knees in one motion and smoothly glide the red sex pants to the floor...
his perfect bone flies open into the air and bobs up and down...
it'a big one...
i slide likewise down his torso and to the waist and then the thigh. I breath in his crotch -- it's fucking nice - the cock is nice firm and oozing a little fresh jizz from the head...genius!
heaven - light...a healing wand of light...a giant white snake which contains the cure...
i put my lips to it as if it contained nectar....bow my head just like a prayer...and then take his phallus all the way down...
as i'am sucking him i pin him to the door -- and then i knock over a stack of books and that does it...i stand up and scatter everything off the kitchen table...
he is on the same page and counter-attacks...pushing me down onto my back, trying to kiss me - spinning me around and then bending down to lick the crack of my ass...long and soft...
i don't have to wait long until he heaves and then with expertise slides his member into my ass and pumps slowly at first and then deeper....we heave together. forward and back in a perfect rhythm. i hold the sides of the kitchen table for support and then i can feel him shooting and spasming inside me...
i cum without touching my cock...
the back of my head exploding off...
there is so much ecstasy in this release that it begins to hurt...
i lay there silent...he puts two fingrs into my mouth: they are swathed with our juices...i suck on them for a moment...
"thanks..."
i gaze into his eyes. for a fleeting minute i sense he's an angel...that he's not human...i ponder and wonder...
then he is gone...never saying goodbye.
i crawl over to my bed -- thanking god the night is over...
i pass out butt in the air: face down.
i tasted lust and won... i tempted the gods into destroying me.
i had my visitors...i touched a penis that belongs in a museum...
danced with all of manhattan under the gong-ing witches tower. saw tinkerbelle and tasted the funk of a gladiator...
got fucked by the angel of lust...
had my hole opened and filled...and now drifting away to the stars...i cracked a smile...and a grin...and then it's all gone.
good night.
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