MEN
Huck Pilgrim
Copyright 2012 by Huck Pilgrim
Smashwords Edition
Now available as a single story, MEN first appeared in the Summer Shorts 2 collection.
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Contents
Introduction
MEN is a single story from the Summer Shorts series.
In “MEN,” Joanie Salinger returns, still angry with Roger Bones, her previous boyfriend, whose infidelity earlier this summer has essentially made her lose her mind. An eighteen year old senior from the local Catholic high school, Joanie’s fury knows no bounds. One of the nuns has suggested that Joanie find a creative outlet to take her mind off her pain. Joanie has decided to use her own body as a canvas, to create a masterpiece of sexual abandon. Hiding out in the Men’s room at a local high school basketball game, Joanie intends to give herself to the first boy through the door. Don Manley—Mr. Manley to Joanie—walks in and stands at the urinal.
MEN is an adult work that features a single short story in its entirety, totaling about 4000 words or 16 printed pages.
Summer Shorts are brief, erotic stories, just long enough to get you sizzling. Each story takes place in the small town of Carnal, where it’s always burning, no matter what the season.
MEN
Joanie Salinger, an eighteen year old high school senior, sits calmly on the edge of the toilet seat, her hands folded in her lap. Staring out the crack between the door and the stall, she waits. Licks her lips. She has already decided that the next boy through that door is hers. She can just make out the dim sound of the crowd cheering in the Carnal high school gymnasium.
Tonight Joanie’s high school—Saint Barnaby’s—plays Carnal. She is on the visitor’s side of the gymnasium, which is less crowded tonight because Saint B’s has always had a lousy basketball team.
Joanie needs a public space, but nothing high traffic.
Careful not to spoil her school uniform in the foul stall, Joanie sits in quiet fury. She flicks the cobalt blue hair from her eyes. It’s a ferocious rage she has been learning to live with for months now. Her previous boyfriend, Roger Bones, betrayed her this past summer. Worse, he betrayed her with Tammy Salinger, Joanie’s own little sister. Through an odd set of circumstances, Joanie watched the entire act on video, start to finish.
The door swings open and then falls against its hydraulics, slowing working itself shut with a soft mechanical sigh.
Joanie sits up straighter. She missed who came in, but she doesn’t care. Squeezing her legs together, she enjoys the pressure her thighs place on her pussy. She clenches her abdomen, steels her resolve. Prepares herself to act.
Watching the video of her sister and Roger, Joanie felt herself instantly change. Her heart turned cold, like a heavy steel ball resting in her chest.
Seeking revenge, Joanie had seduced many of Roger’s friends. Some had fallen easily. Pathetically easy, she thought. And some others had taken real work. Easy or hard, she never achieved orgasm with any of these boys. Roger’s crowd was a group of small town hoods and malcontents. Some she had fucked twice. Sometimes Joanie would wait for word from the Carnal grapevine that Roger had forgiven one of his friends for having slept with her, and then she would seduce that same friend again. She wanted Roger to feel pain. To know despair. She loved to text him pictures of wet cocks, slick with her own saliva. She had taken video of herself getting fucked, then posted it to Roger’s Facebook wall. Still she felt no satisfaction.
Joanie opens the door to her stall.
Glancing up, she sees her reflection in the mirror: thin blue hair that hangs to her shoulders. Freckles across her cheeks and nose. Pale, bare arms. A white button down blouse that hugs her slim waist. Navy blue tie. Smoothing the fabric of her skirt, Joanie moves toward the back of the L shaped bathroom.
The video of her sister and Roger had made it abundantly clear whom to blame. Joanie immediately forgave her sister, although now Tammy’s cloying contrition irritated Joanie more than it should have.
Joanie hesitates before she turns the corner. She hates herself for acting with such awkward pause. Her breathing comes faster, her legs feel weak. She wills herself to be more bold.
Her once fine reputation was taking serious damage, but Joanie didn’t care. The heavy ball in her chest never seemed to warm or lighten. Her mother worried about her. Each time she finished with another boy, her mind would turn to Roger. But not in a pining, lame sense. No. Her thinking was more along the lines of—“Fuck you, Roger!”
Rounding the corner of the L shaped bathroom, Joanie sees the back wall has a line of porcelain urinals, each with shiny stainless steel flush valves and pipes on top. Someone stands at one of the bowls with his back to her.
Joanie’s mouth is dry. She licks her lips.
Sister Magdalena, one of the nuns from Saint Barnaby’s, encouraged Joanie to look for relief in self-expression. To indulge in her own artistic sensibility. To Joanie, this seemed like the most reasonable course of action. She choose reckless sexual abandon as her preferred creative style. Her own body would be the canvas, and tonight she would paint her masterpiece. She would give her pussy to some random boy, in the men’s room of the Carnal gym, during the middle of the basketball game. Everyone would get a taste of Joanie’s pussy. Everyone but Roger.
The man turns his head. Don Manley. Jimmy Manley’s dad. Mr. Manley has a curling loop of brown hair that hangs down his forehead, intense blue eyes, and a strong, wiry frame. He is reliving himself, a hand between his legs holding his cock.