Stephen Dixon - Frog
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- Название:Frog
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A whore rode him. A friend came over, waited till his mother was out of the kitchen, said “I had a great lay yesterday; best in my life. Biggest tits you ever saw; nipples as fat as your thumbs. Great body. Almost no bush. Nice lady too. Young; pretty good looks. Small nose and nice breath and so clean the whole place smelled of soap. When I was on top of her I got my nose in her armpit and not a whiff. She made it so nice it was like screwing your own girl friend. And she told me to bring my best friends. If I get her five guys, shell give me a lay free. Ten, and she’ll throw in the works, anything but up the ass. Make sure you tell her I said to call.” He phoned from the corner candy store, she said “Yeah, sweetheart, I know Fred; a funny guy,” and he should come by tonight seven sharp. Fred sat on the stoop outside. She wasn’t that young, sort of plump, plain looking, through her bathrobe she looked like she might have big breasts, told him to take off his clothes, but if he wants leave on the socks, and let her wash his dick, he stripped, put his penis over the bathroom sink while she sat on the toilet seat lid, he got hard in her hand while she washed him with soap and she said “Jesus, I don’t know how I’m going to stuff this thing in me, big as I am down there. I just feel a little tight today, but we’ll give it a try.” She patted him dry, led him into the bedroom, opened her bathrobe, let him feel her breasts—“You like them, huh? You younger guys go ape over big ones but to me they’re a pain in the ass”—took off her robe, got on the bed, said “You too, come here,” he sat on it, squeezed her her nipples, tried kissing her, she said “Come on, I don’t want to seem grouchy but I only got so much time, just stick it in,” she did, pulled him down almost flat on her, they went up and down awhile, she said “Hold it, pull out, will you? That thing of yours is killing me — it’s too farther in than feels good. Maybe I am a little tight like I said or you’re too big. How old are you? Usually I can take anyone your age — even dicks bigger and fatter than yours — for as long as it takes them to make it. Here, let’s try something different,” and slapped his behind, he said “What is it?” she said “That’s the signal to get off, sweetheart; haven’t you ever been laid before?” he got off her, she motioned with her hand for him to get on his back, he said “I’m sorry again but what are we doing?” she said “I’m getting on top of you, dummy, something I don’t do for everyone and for sure not for what I charged you,” got on top, put it in, leaned over him and began moving up and down, he tried moving with her and she said “You don’t have to; leave it all to me this time, OK?” sat straight up and went up and down on him, he closed his eyes, she said “You like it like this, right? I can see by your expression,” it felt so good he couldn’t speak, “Like ride-em-cowboy, right?” he kept his eyes shut, nodded, also didn’t want to look up at her because last time he did she had this ugly grin, maybe it was the light and shadows doing it, but which might take something out of it, felt himself coming, still had some time, saw himself as a boy on a horse bareback, nude with no pubic hair, lots of curly head hair waving behind him, riding in a field and then into the sky and the horse, with him sitting straight up on it, jumping right into the flaming sun, came, “Felt good for me too,” she said when she stopped bouncing on him. “Didn’t hurt and where I finally got slipperier. So, worth the switch all around, right? Now let’s get off and cleaned up.” Went to her once after that but she said that last time was special because she wasn’t feeling good but wanted him to get what he paid for. If he wants her on top again it’ll cost double because the guy usually holds in twice as long and sometimes goes dead limp on her and she’s doing all the work. For the next few years with whores he’d ask them to do it that way and they’d always ask for more and he’d think it too much or would never have enough. He’d argue, saying it usually took him half the time that way, but not one ever gave in.
He walks the car. Got the keys out of his brother’s dish on the boys’ room dresser. It was their dad’s car but mostly Alex who drove it. Afternoon, Saturday, he supposes, because at that age, sixteen or seventeen, he was always working after school weekdays till around six. Stick shift, he feels good behind the wheel and would like to start reading the book in his back pocket so people who see him will think it’s his car, starts it up, knows he’s not supposed to, his dad’s at his office downtown, Alex off somewhere so not likely to catch him and if he does but he sees him in time he’ll just say he’s sitting in the car, car’s parked down the street from their brownstone, so his mother and sister won’t see him from the front bedroom windows if they happen to look, hopes no neighbors or tenants of his parents will see him and if they do, don’t tell, releases the handbrake, knows how to do that all right — with his foot on the foot brake — shifts to first, feet now on what he thinks are the right pedals, starts raising both feet, car stalls. Let’s see: clutch for this foot, gas and brake for that one — makes sense — but if the pedal’s no longer being used, how long’s the foot supposed to stay on it and how quick should it move to the other pedal if it has to get there? Pulls up the handbrake, practices on the pedals a few times, opens the window, spits out of it as his father’s done a lot, though nothing much had collected in his mouth, releases the handbrake, starts it up, car jumps forward, stalls, forgot from before to put the stick into neutral. Does, starts it up, go reverse first so there’ll be plenty of room coming out, but how to shift to reverse? It’s a tricky movement, Alex said when he taught him how to park for about five minutes, where you have to go down from third but with a little detour, tries where he thinks reverse is, car stalls. Spits, starts, stalls, starts, stalls, gets it to creep in first, feet very light on the clutch and gas pedals, then in jerky back-and-forth movements, out into the street, quickly shifts to neutral and pulls up the handbrake. What he’ll do is drive around the block, and if he gets the hang of it, then a couple of times around, in first and maybe second and if nothing’s in front of him when he comes down this block, in third and park here and if the space is filled by then, in one of the other spots on this side but as close to this one as he can get so Alex won’t think the car’s been moved. Shifts to first, gases it, car won’t move, releases the handbrake, car stalls. Starts it up, shifts to first, honks from an oil truck a few feet up the street, it can’t get past the way his car’s sticking out, he doesn’t know if he should creep and jerk farther and pull up alongside one of the cars across the street, or go back. Turns the key to start it, buzz-saw-through-steel sound, pulls key out, won’t come, shifts to neutral, car stalls. Truck honks, starts the car, shifts to what he thinks is reverse, car stalls. Spits, starts, stalls. Maybe he should go around the block only in first and come into the spot frontways, seems to be enough room and if not then a larger one a few spots down, lock up, put the keys back in Alex’s dish and forget about doing anything like this till Alex is in the car with him teaching him to drive. If Alex notices the car’s been driven or moved, he’ll just say he was trying out parking but will never do it alone again. Truck honks, so do about five cars and a truck behind it, he gets out, “Something seems to have conked out in the car,” yells to the truckdriver, “maybe the battery; I’ll have to push it in,” tries steering it with his hand through the driver’s window while pushing the car back, it doesn’t budge, leans in and releases the handbrake, car starts inching back on its own, he tries stopping it by pulling on the window frame, then runs around the back to stop it, its back wheels bump against the curb, car’s now jutting out at a right angle to the street. Honks, beeps, air horn from the truck, scaring him, someone yells “Hey, move it or I’ll pick up the fucking thing myself and put it on the sidewalk,” gets in, starts it up, wonders if he should try reverse again to go over the curb enough so the trucks and cars can pass, or go forward and down the street and around the block. Maybe he should ask one of these drivers to help him park it, saying it’s a friend’s car he borrowed, he knows how to drive automatic shift but not manual. “You crazy dickhead!” Alex, running up to his window. “What the hell? Get out of there, turn the ignition off. Leave the key in. Just give them to me. What are you doing with them anyway? They mine? Where’re the brains you’re born with? Just move over.” Does, Alex gets in, truck horn, car beeps, “Hold your horses, why don’t you?” Alex yells out the window. “Don’t you see I’m taking care of it? — Ass schmucks. And you, you putz. Boy, if I told Dad would yours be in a sling.” Drives the car out, stops parallel to the next car, smoothly parks it in two moves.
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