CHAPTER 18

18.

 

© 2010 GREG DUNAJ

              The trouble with getting a life is that once you get one, you have to begin to live it. Be careful what you ask for.

              Standing outside the motel in San Antonio he looked out at the highway overpasses soaring into the orchid sky. The whirr of traffic was deafening and he scratched himself in various places as he leaned against the wall. He chuckled a bit to himself, happy with this turn of events. After all it was her idea to check into the motel. It was under the pretense to brush up before heading into the Hill Country to see Dedalus, like real life characters in the Wizard of Oz.  Pleased to be deep in the heart of Texas, he wondered about that man behind the curtain. What was he; a wizard, a savior, a curiosity? Dedalus meant different things to each of them and soon they were to discover if he was worth all this effort. If anything, this trip had become much more than a weekend fling for him.

              They would make Utopia tomorrow. He nodded his head slowly. He had come a long way and now poised on the edge of it all he trembled slightly with anticipation. This was a glorious end to this lengthy trip and he still could not believe he had traveled so far. This is something that he had been denied his entire life, but now he feared the destination was not worthy of such adoration. Was the anticipation more alluring than the realization of his lifelong dream? Was the traveling more important than the destination? He had already experienced great changes in himself and he wondered now if he even needed to see the Wizard.

              He cocked an ear to the window and could hear the faint sounds of their lovemaking inside. Everyone was going through great changes he thought, nodding his head again and smiling. He turned his face into the last rays of sunshine that peaked out between the silhouetted overpasses. Would he ever get used to this heat? Even in the final moments of daylight there was no relief from the thick blanket. He took his t-shirt off and wiped his brow, then his armpits. He smelled the shirt and then tossed it onto the little patio. Slumping into a chair, he propped his feet on the railing and smiled at the moaning that came louder from inside the motel room, fighting the traffic sounds for prominence. Would he ever go home again? Home? Where was home?

               He clucked at the final thrust from inside the room, the orgasm that had been pent up for so long and now released with a back-arching quivering. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he heard his traveling partner cry out in ecstasy.

              “I guess it’s my turn,” he murmured.

              “Two dicks no waiting,” he heard the girl’s voice cry out playfully.

              The door flew open.

              “Hey, Carlo…”

              “Two dicks… no waiting…,” yelled Charley from behind Harry on the bed, her elbow leaning on the pillow, her head resting in the crook of her arm. “Come on partner,” she yelled, “I ain’t done.”

              “Wow,” said Harry, his eyes wide and not bothering to even cover himself up. “She’s something else.”

              Carlo nodded his head to the side quickly and mimicked John Wayne.

              “Aw-right pilgrim,” he said, placing his hand against the sweaty chest of Harry and gently pushing him to the side. “I guess it’s time to ride them doggies.”

              “Howdy partner,” said Charley, absently caressing her breast as Carlo approached.

              “Howdy pretty Missy,” he said with his nod again. He started to unhitch his belt.

              “I hope you know how to use that thing,” she said as she reached up and caressed him through his pants. “Well! Darling,” she said with a giggle, “you’re certainly primed.”

              “Ready to pull the trigger little missy,” he said his arms akimbo as he let her undo his belt and reach inside his pants.

              “Just don’t get off too quick a shot,” she purred as she unfurled his penis and stroked it, “no need to miss…”

              “Hmmm, little Missy, you said a mouthful….”

              “Mmmppphh,” hummed Apple June.

              Harry wiped the sweat from his eyes with the heel of his left hand, as his right was already busy pleasuring himself as he watched the scene in the motel bedroom.

              “Hey there pilgrim,” said Carlo over his shoulder, “maybe you oughta close the door? No bus is gonna come by, and the air conditioning will work better….”

               “Hmmm,” said Harry absently, as he watched Charley and Carlo. “Hmmm, yeah,” he said. Without taking his eyes off them, he fumbled behind him for the door and slammed it shut.

              “There you go, little missy,” said Carlo, trailing his fingers through Charley’s hair, “you certainly know how to make a fellow feel might special.”

              She giggled and maneuvered Carlo on the bed and sat him down, his back against the wall. She knelt before him and thrust her hips and butt in the air and pointed all her glory at Harry. He was still standing in a darkened corner near the door of the motel room, touching himself. Carlo reached for her small breasts and kneaded them and pinched her nipples. She moaned and came up for air to shout over her shoulder at Harry.

              “Two dicks no waiting!”

              She then wiggled again to further entice the dumbstruck Harry. Never, ever would he have imagined such a scenario. Since he got married to Kris he had suppressed his libido. He thought he truly loved Kris and had been a good boy and avoided all temptations. But here he was on the road just a few days and he was ready to plunge into a poke and choke.

              “Mmph Mmm mo mmmph,” repeated Charley.

              Carlo’s voice was a bit more clenched this time.

              “I believe partner your table is waiting.”

              Charley giggled as she hummed.

              Harry flounced over to the bed and caressed the girl’s round tight, young ass. Never, ever he thought as he gripped her and kneaded her flesh. This was a new experience for him. He avoided looking at Carlo as he slowly entered her taunt body. She felt hot and warm as Charley moaned and trust back against his belly.

              In his lovemaking with Kris Harry never had the opportunity for such a position, nor did she ever seek out a second go around like this. Harry bit his lip as he watched the girl slowly piston herself between the two of them. He pushed his hips into her as she met each thrust; their movements at first rhythmic and gentle. Each time he entered her, she let out a muffled moan. Each time was more glorious than the last. All was forgotten as the sensations built and heightened. Family and friends and the reason for the trip and the escape from the mundane and the tumbling towards some future or the escape from some past were forgotten and everything, his life, his heart, the very core of the universe, became nothing and his entire existence could be found in the milky white buttocks that hid his penis time and again. He trailed his fingers along her slender back. He caressed her slim waist and pulled at her bony hips. She began to whimper and her thrusting became more intense. Harry cried out as they rapidly moved towards a climax that left her trembling. She released her grasp on Carlo and gasped for air. Her throes of ecstasy milked Harry for another and he gripped her hips tighter and hung on for dear life.

              When they finished and the denouement took their very souls, they collapsed onto the bed and with Harry still inside the girl they fell fast asleep. He enveloped the petite Charley with his arms and grasped at a breast as she sighed. Problem was, Carlo still had a raging erection and he watched dumbfounded as they settled into their slumber. He touched himself and gave his erection a stroke or two, but suddenly yelled out at them, waking them, “Hey….One dick, still waiting.”

              Charley only smiled a bit as she peaked out from beneath her black tresses. Harry mumbled a ‘be quiet’ to his friend and settled back into his post-coital dream state.

              “Shit,” said Carlo with his erection rapidly fading.

              He jumped to his feet on the bed. His pants were still around his ankles. He made a point of jumping up and down a few times on the bed just to jostle his traveling companions. Charley giggled a bit with the movement and ground her butt against Harry. Harry held her tighter and kissed her neck just below her left ear before fading off to sleep again.

              “Shit,” said Carlo again. “Shit, shit, shit.”

              Still standing on the bed he pulled his pants up and fastened them. He jumped off the bed and fumbled in the darkened room for a t-shirt, but his bag was still in the car. Carlo pulled on his shoes and left them slumbering in the room. He went down to the car and opened the trunk. He pulled a clean, though wrinkled, Aloha shirt out of his bag and put it on. It was cotton and decorated with parrots and leis and featured colors not readily found in nature. He lit a cigarette and got in the car and drove away into the gathering gloom of the Texas night.