Geekby Rebecca Feinerhosen and Damon MayhemPart One |
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Amid the trhewn about and discarded pages of Marvel Comics, Angel thrashed aobut his bed, tearing off the sheets, locked within some nightmare. The cum crusted sheets crinkle beneath his weight. From his expensive night stand his coke bottle glasses cast a reflected glare. He wasn't even aware yet of all the lettle accidents that took place last nght. Somewhere in a whirlwind of stained cotton briefs and a black hole memory was an odd evil in his past. Something happened to him. Something. It was certainly more than a dream by how his body ached. It was just so fucking REAL that dream. He had his special goldplate Klingon watch jammed in his brow. The light from the crack in his blinds burned his nightmare away... but. But the headache. The flipping acid washed stomach. The puke reflex. And suddenly, the toilet hole met Angel's asophagus. Later, back in bed, Angel had his chin tucked up under the sheets, reading his adventure magazine. The ringing of the phone knocked him from his reading, and back into the world. Clearing his throat. "Hey, eh Joey." He croaked, morning voiced into the phone. "What time is it?" "It's 9:30. Hurry. We gotta get to the comic book store before they sell out. You coming?" Joey asked. Angel wasn't good at decisions. The stale bile in his mouth was rather ugly. And in comparison, how the comic book in front of him looked so calm. He wanted to keep his illnesses and nightmares to himself. Walking? Out of the question. But comic book brothers are sacred and he had no free will. "Yeah. I'm coming." Angel's vomit breath said into the receiver. Good job Dickhead. He thought to himself. A guy like Joey owns you. p>Angel climbed out of bed and stepped barefoot on the plush carpet. Angel hated and resented the carpet. He'd gotten into a lot of trouble after he'd spilled a coke in his room. He was trying to hide the stain from his parents for as long as possible. Angle longed for the hardwood floors of their last house. Angel hated this apartment. Angel wished that the uranium people had never come and paid so much for their farm back in Wisconsin.Getting dressed and then with a nod to his mother, he pointed at her all idiot-like and busted into the family hallway. But as much as he loved his home base, he hated leaving the apartment building. There was usually a FUCK downstairs at the front desk. They usually ave him a hard time and made fun of his accent. "Hey Asswipe. Where are YOU going today?" "Fuck you." Angel replied in customary fashion. He had a falling out months back when he caught the conceirge getting a blow job from the fat security guard. Actually, that was the closest he ever got to sex before. His stupide tan slacks were too thigh-tight and his thighs were splittling the seams. Oh yeah. He had slept in them again. Where does that conscierge surpass him? Why does HE get sex? The was MY FUCKING BLOW JOB. His thoughts were pointing. I own that security guard. It's my apartment for chryse sakes. That was a fat ass handed to ME, not you, ME on a uranium platter!! Oh shit. Now he's got a boner. The security guard noticed. Joey was waiting aoutside the complex. He didn't like to going past the conscierge's desk. "Hey Angel, some on Man. Let's go." "Alright." Walking down the street, Joey pulled out a small wrapped object and thrust the package under Angel's eyes. He nudged Angel to slow his walk and step into the alley. "What's this?" Angel asked, all peppy. "Open it and find out." Joey pushed the object into Angel's palm. Angel got closer to the dumpsters while and kept the object out of sight from the street. His jaw fell out when the cloth hed been completely removed. The center revealed a glinting sharp metal. "Oh my God!" and then with more of a faggy flare. "It's a Klingon Dagger!" "Happy birthday man." Tears welled up in Angel's eyes. This was a beautiful moment between the two of them. A memory to cherish for a fife time. The blade was lined with Klingon Runes. Angel recognized the patterns and he marveled at the authenticity of the weapon. Even the blade was metal sharp. This was no simple show-blade at all. "Joey. When is Dungeon Con again?" Angel asked, still focused on the metal wonder in his hands. "In three weeks" Joey grinned. "I will rule at Dungeon Con this year!" Angel vowed. Then he suddenly remembered which episode the dagger had come from. "Oh Joey. It's the Klingon Sacred Dagger used in the intiation of the mating ritual! See?" He shows Joey the inscription on the dagger handle. Angle almost fainted in all his fluttering. A bum looked over his shoulder at the faggots. Lis stream of piss never breaking it's constant line to the alley floor. The bum was a real man. Not turned on by runey daggers and "what the fuck mating blad are you tow bitches humping over theres?" The faggots got all twittery. "He might steal the knife." Joey whimpered. He paid hard earned money for that mating blade and it really was only meant for Angel's eyes. Joey dragged Angel out of the alley and back onto the sidewalk. Angel retracted and tucked the blade deep into his jacket. A thought crept into his head as they walked through the so seldomly sunny streets tword the comic book store. He spied an unusual look in Joey's eyes there as they walked head and head. Joey was looking back at him so intently that Angel suddenly got alarmed at his friend's intentions of the gift. Why had Joey gien him a mating initiation dagger? Could it be that Joey truly wanted a Ka-Moch ceremony between them. After all, the presentation of the mating dagger was indeed the first step of the initiation. It was an honor, Angel thought. He was feeling his 2 Klingon spines at the thought of his best Klingon buddy would even indulge in homosexual love for his battle brother. But the truth of the matter. What an ugly trek rerun that would look like. Darkness filled Angel's thoughts. Joey, on the other hand, brightedned up when they turned the corner and neared the comic book store. They could see how Alpha nerds Paul and Wendy were. Shit. They were still talking about LAST season. Inside the comic book store, it was cool and dark. The tow boys immediatley felt much more comfortable in here then the big world outside. Ginger come over to the counter where the two boys stood. "What'll have today boys?" Ginger was REPUTED to give the best blow jobs ever! Stories they had been told about Ginger and her rare affections stunned the comicboy pricks all over town. Ginger was the living Queen of the Con-Sluts. All the boys masturbated at least once, while fantasizing the feel of Ginger's toothless gums massaging their virgin cocks. You see, Ginger wore dentures. Her teeth were knocked out in a car accident... ....an accident. Angel was having that nightmare flashback again. The one that work him this morning in a puddle and a hard on. He remembered how he vomitted in the morning. I remember going to the 7-11 last night. Or was that part of the dream?....Can't remember. I was gonna get something. And why did I wake up vomiting? What happened last night that made me vomit this morning? Joey nudged Angel's ribs HARD. He noticed that Angel was standing there all cockeyed in the face of the best blow job in town. On top of it, his hands were fumbling weird in his pockets. Ginger was snickering. She knew how to handle virgins. "I said, what'll ya HAVE sweetie?" She was so damn ripe and perky. Angel's pussy whipped weinie was happy-wrapped around her little finger. "How bout..." she asks Angle, breasts cotton-kissing the warm lit display case below her. "...how's a first. Addition....... SANDMAN.... graphic-novel sound to you?" Angel quivered. There was a visible wet spot on the crotch of his tan trousers. Oh god. He and his battle brother daydreamed over each other. Sandman was like the ULTERNITIVE commandments for the comic geeks. Ginger snorts gayly. She thought she had another couple of cocks at her disposal. She turned her milky, scantily clad shoulders to the back office room. She was gonna special favor them with a freebie comic book. She knew comics where like blowjobs to geeks like this. And she whipped them a daring smile before disappearing behind the office door. 'Wow." Was all the 2 geeks could say. Then in unison... "FIRST ADDITION SANDMAN!" And they howeled together really ugly-sounding, like a couple of fraternity drunks. They swung around to the back of the store hanging over each other's shoulders. There they ran into Charles the Hunchbacked dwarf was stocking the back-issue boxes with old Spiderman issues. "He-hey Joey! Angel! What are you boys up to today?" "We're here for "Superman Extraordinaire" that's supposed to come in today. We came here to beat the rush." |
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