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The Pastel Cowboy
by Carl Holiday
16 – What am I?
Doctor Jeffers was
the desk when Zach and Sara walked into Room 321, Napoleon Hall. He
his eyes were filled with evil. A new term, new freshmen, new blood to
and Doctor Jeffers held the scalpel. Most of their classmates from
were spread out through the room, trying to avoid the good Doctor’s
It was hopeless to hide, though. The Doctor had a dagger and was fully
of throwing it straight into your heart, wherever you sat.
There were about
students, but a few of them were going to die today, a few more
by next Monday Doctor Jeffers would have his class whittled down to a
manageable size. Zach wondered which of them didn’t have the guts to
out, to throw the shit back at the Doctor, or to know this was only a
one of many they were going to take before being handed their
an application to graduate school.
“This looks out of
Zach said when the reached two empty seats in the corner by the back
Sara smiled. She
assumed, at that time of the month when girls were unsteady. She’d
little in the car. She made him sit in the backseat and call Jeremy,
happy to hear from his boyfriend and mad they wouldn’t be together for
They sat down and
watched the clock, except for a few who were looking everywhere except
clock. Doctor Jeffers wasn’t in a hurry to skewer his first victim, who
out to be a girl in grey slacks, a puffy white blouse, and half her
was green and the other orange. A row of shiny gold rings took the
place of one
eyebrow. A large gold ring hung from her nose.
“My class starts
exactly at eight o’clock,” Doctor Jeffers said as she walked by.
“You might as well
out now,” he said, “because from this point forward you have a failing
and will continue to have a failing grade until you prove to me you are
to show up late every day.”
She turned and
stared at him.
After a moment, she left.
“Sara? Will the
come back?” Doctor Jeffers asked.
“I don’t think so
“No, anyone else
leaving while you have the chance?” Doctor Jeffers asked as he looked
room, his eyes paused at each fresh face and, finally, bore into Zach.
“Have a good
“Yes, sir, it was
“Yes, one that you
forget for a long time,” Doctor Jeffers said. He lowered his feet to
and walked to the blackboard where he wrote a big 1 and below that he
put a big
2. Beside the 1 he wrote 25 and beside the 2 he wrote 50. Below the 50
25. On the other side of the blackboard he wrote a great big zero.
“Can anyone guess?”
when he turned back to the class. “I’m not asking you repeats, I want
newbies to stick their necks out. Oh, yes, some of you are new, as this
officially English Comp 101, but a few, quite a few, actually, are in
Comp 102. Both classes are required for graduation no matter what your
will eventually turn out to be, we even get a one or two kinesiology
some years. So any of the newbies want to take a risk on failing this
Everyone stared at
Doctor, the newbies wondered what the hell they’d gotten themselves
the repeats quietly laughed to themselves, thankful they weren’t in the
“Times up,” Doctor
said. “You will do one paper every week. Twenty-five percent of your
based on those papers. You will do two term papers for fifty percent of
grade, one due mid-term and the other will be your final. The other
percent is based on classroom participation. Since you are all high
from the top of your high school classes, anything below eighty percent
failing. So, that means? Zach?”
“Keep your mouth
shut in class
and you’ll end up with a great big zero.”
“Very good my boy.
Oh, by the
way, everyone, I like Zach. We almost had sex, but his standards are
higher than mine.”
Eyes bore into
Zach, but he
knew the truth and laughed to himself. The good Doctor was on a roll,
was being prepped for slaughter. Would it be a clean slit of the throat
they going to have to bludgeon the poor slob?
“Are you saying
fag?” A voice from the far corner of the room asked.
“And, you are?”
“I asked if you are
a fag. I
don’t take classes from fags.”
“Oh, dear, what
shall we do?
Sara? Any guesses?” Doctor Jeffers’s affectation was perfect right down
floppy hand patting his cheek.
Sara looked at Zach
looked at the victim. She looked at the good Doctor and said, “Well, I
could watch some gay porn and whichever of the guys, including you, got
hard-ons we might assume they were at least a little gay, but I don’t
watch gay porn today. Can we do that tomorrow?”
“Very good, Sara,
excellent.” Doctor Jeffers was back to eminent Professor Emeritus
“Are you trying to
of me?” The victim asked digging himself deeper.
“You, sir, appear
American,” Doctor Jeffers said. “Would you happen to be a descendant of
the noble races who inhabited this great land before Europeans came
big water searching for Disneyland?”
“Choctaw and proud
Zach tried to look
room at the face. The voice seemed familiar, but the attitude was
wrong. Had it been that long?
“From Alabama, Mississippi, and Louisiana, right? Oh, and, Oklahoma?”
“Yeah, we were sent
to Oklahoma, too.”
“Zach? You’re from Oklahoma. Know any Choctaws?”
“Yeah, my best
friend up to the
eighth grade was Choctaw.”
“Oh, my god!” The
exclaimed. He stood up and picked up his backpack. “You’re that faggot
Alexander. What the hell are you doing here? Well, I’m not staying in
“Excuse me a
Jeffers said as the boy walked toward the door. “Could I have your name
can remove you from the attendance list?”
Zach looked at the
walking out the door. He was overweight, flabby mostly. Zach thought of
night so long ago when they’d sucked each other. They could’ve been
“Yeah, that was my
friend. He moved away. We were very close, once.”
“Yeah, he gives a
“Ooh, now isn’t
Okay, everyone, two down, anyone else want to stand in the dock and
punishment? No? Okay, I guess we’ll have to do it the hard way. This
paper, due end of class on Friday, will be on your most intimate
secret. I want
to know the one thing you’ll never tell your parents or your lover. I
know the one thing you keep close to your heart. If this involves a
major crime like murder or rape or something like that, I don’t want to
if you tell me anyway, I’ll turn you into the authorities. No, I want
dirty little secret. The one about you killing your little brother’s
might be good. Anyone done that? No? I had a paper on that a couple
One boy admitted to having sex with his mother. Another boy, who I
providing a great deal of support to afterwards, told me about his
coming into his bedroom almost every night since he was about five
and having to perform oral sex on his father. A girl told me about a
boyfriend who introduced her to the kinky side of enemas. Oh, and this
if written well, can be fiction, but it had better be believable. Some
don’t have dark, dirty little secrets so they have to make them up.
Tell me a
good story and you get a good grade. Any questions?”
“Yeah, this sounds
girl from the back row said. “I mean, I did this in junior high. This
college, we’re supposed to be doing more intellectual stuff than ‘what
do last summer?’ ”
“Are you are?”
Jeffers asked. Zach wondered if the good Doctor knew who these newbies
was almost of if he was setting up each one to make the worst mistake
first day at college. To be in Doctor Jeffers’ English Comp class was
special the grade you received made a big difference right up to that
when your advisor would look at it and decide whether you needed one
challenge to prove yourself intellectually or you were just going to
like nearly everyone else.
“Stacy Franklin and
you to know my father is one of the most prominent attorneys in this
Oh, god, thought
going to slice her head clean off and blood is going to spurt
total defenseless now.
“Well, my dear
child, this is
not Seattle and your father may be the scion of one of
biggest Guernsey herds this side of Sheboygan, but that’s going be of
little help now. You
choice, stay and work your butt off trying to get better than the F you
have, or leave now and never cross my threshold again.”
“My father won’t
this,” Stacy said as she rose from her seat.
“You can tell
me, your father, that I’ll expect his call.”
“You know my
knife was slicing into her jugular. She didn’t have long now.
my bridge partner at the club, but I prefer opposing as it’s fun
Stacy stared at him
as a tiny
bit of recognition slipped from neuron to neuron as the signal to flee
life took form. She picked up her backpack and slung it over a
stared at the good Doctor once more then huffed out of the room with
to be an exaggerated swing of her hips.
“Why they send me
daughters I’ll never know,” Doctor Jeffers said. “That was a fairly
performance, though, just might earn her a B plus for class
to get an A you have to involve another student. Right, Sara?”
“Yes, sir,” Sara
“I wish he wouldn’t
she whispered. “He’s always looking for the scab and picking at it.”
“It’s okay, I’ll
buy you a
chocolate soda,” Zach whispered. “It’ll make you feel better.”
“I need something
that to make me feel better.”
“Hey, you two, no
in class,” Doctor Jeffers said. “If you can’t share it with the rest of
class, wait until after or share it with everyone else.”
“Yes, sir,” Zach
patted Sara’s knee and she looked back at him fluttering her eyelashes.
recognized that look. It was the same one Amy gave him when she wanted
out to the campground at Glasgow Beach and make out which usually ended
her rubbing his dick and him coming all over her bare tummy.
“Well, ladies and
three down and how many more?” Doctor Jeffers said. “We’ll see
suggest getting busy on those papers right now because I can tell when
paper’s been rushed and will grade accordingly.”
“Doctor Jeffers was
form today,” Sara said as she pulled into a parking space across
Bellevue from the apartment.
while?” Zach asked.
“I want to see
living. Is that okay?”
“Sure, no problem.”
They had hardly
day, just a word here and there about this class or that, the
seemingly ambivalent attitude toward the freshmen, and whether Bruce
to ride with them or not. Zach didn’t care one way or the other because
worried about what he was going to say to Jeremy about his sleeping
The boy was bound to put two and two together as it was so obvious.
He was going to
boyfriend and he didn’t know what to do to prevent that from happening.
only answer was to somehow convince Bud it was very import he be given
to Jeremy. A face to face meeting was far better than trying to explain
the phone. Being there, he could get down on his knees and beg if
“It’ll be a little
there, though,” Zach said as he held the front door for Sara.
“Your mama must
you manners,” Sara said.
He followed her in
her to the elevator. For a moment he sensed a lightness in their
if they’d been friends for years or maybe it was more like being closer
childhood and full adulthood. Whatever had changed between them, Zach
its warmth while feeling very unsure.
The apartment was
when he unlocked the door and stood back to allow Sara to step inside.
“This is the foyer,
it is,” Zach said. “We’re hoping the landlord will permit us to put a
sweeping, spiral staircase as they are much more romantic.”
“Yes, I can see how
improve the ambiance,” Sara said.
by a smooth patch of white skin behind her ear. A scar, maybe? Then he
she was walking away from him, toward the living room.
“The kitchen is
here, to the
left,” he said behind her. “Can I get you anything?”
“You wouldn’t have
iced tea, would you?”
“What country boy
without iced tea?”
“No, I like mine a
sweeter than Bruce. I’m not certain he puts any sugar in his.”
“I like honey.”
happen to have
“Find a place to
sit and I’ll
be there in a minute.”
“Where’s the little
“We don’t have one,
little boys room is down the hall on the hall, second door on the left.”
Zach set about
together their iced teas all the time wondering why he didn’t sneak off
other bathroom to relieve himself, too. It wasn’t that he had to right
it was one of those things you shouldn’t put off. At least that’s what
mother always told him.
“You’ll ruin your
peeing when you should,” she’d say after he ran into the house with a
forming in the crotch of his jeans.
“But, Mom, there’s
out there,” he’d reply.
“Zach, we’ve got
hundred acres. No one is going to see you peeing. If you’re that
stand behind a cow. She won’t mind.”
“Did you wet
yourself? Let me
“Mom, I’ve got my …”
But, it was always
and she’d be swatting his bare butt with her hand and sending him off
bedroom for a few hours.
“You only have one
your bedroom,” Sara said as he walked into the living room carry a tray
two glasses full of ice and tea, a honey bowl with a wooden dipper, a
bowl and three spoons, one for his sugar and two to stir.”
“How do you know
one of us
doesn’t sleep in the other bedroom?” Zach asked.
“Because that looks
room in a gay whorehouse, if there is such a thing. I assume that is
bedroom. Is he moving in here, too?”
“No, I think he’s
down the fort at the condo, pining away for when Uncle David will
out of the hospital. Did you like that painting over the bed?”
“You know what I
think that boy wants someone to fuck him.”
“Hey, I’ve been to Switzerland. I can swear in French and German. Come
Zach set the tray
down on the
coffee table and sat down on the sofa, close, but not too close, to
“Jeremy misses you.”
“Well, maybe next
think before opening his mouth around his grandfather. Bud’s a good guy
thankfully Uncle David was able to improve my position with him.”
“You’ve spoken to
and Eb getting on these days?”
“He’s gone back to
“What? Darnel is
“Yeah, he was
other side of the street and when I didn’t put out like he wanted, he
he could do better with the other boy. Do you swallow?”
“Yes,” Zach said
startled by her question. It slipped into the conversation so easily,
he was a
little nervous about where they were heading. Sara solved that rather
“I did, once. Last
met a boy from Rennes who was visiting his great aunt or something
hit it off almost immediately. François was so skinny I thought
he was bulimic
at first. It had something to do with his metabolism. He just couldn’t
Can you imagine not having to worry about being fat, ever. We met on a
and he was in my pants Saturday night. Mother was somewhere with her
and the boys were busy doing something. François and I were in
my bedroom making
out on the bed. It was all so quick and unexpected. Suddenly we were
he was going down on me. Then he swings himself around and I’ve got his
erection in my face. I put in my mouth and, well, one thing led to
suddenly I’ve got a mouth full of cum. I swallowed. It’s not like I
it out. I don’t like the taste of it, though. Sunday night I gave him a
and told him to put his penis where it belonged.”
“Wow, you have been
the block, haven’t you?”
“You had a
question came up. She lived in the same house as Jeremy and there was
telling how much Jeremy had been listening all the times they’d talked
subject of doing it with girls came up.
“Her name is Amy.
She was the
head cheerleader. I was the quarterback, who else was I supposed to
“Is she, I mean,
married if we ended up at the same college.”
“Did you have sex?
have to tell me, I’m just curious. I told you about mine.”
“Show me yours and
“No, we didn’t have
necked, then I played with her tits, which were big, too big. Amy is
call a full figured girl, but she was nice.”
“Do you like mine?”
Zach hadn’t been
that much at Sara while they were talking, concentrating more on his
iced tea, but now she had his full attention. Her t-shirt was gone, as
bra. She was, in a word, naked, from the pants up.
“Show me what you
did to Amy.
You did touch them, didn’t you?”
Zach looked at
breasts, which were a lot smaller than Amy’s. Not too small, but nicely
small perky nipples that seemed to invite Zach to touch them. He put
on one and began to massage and knead it, pinching the nipple now and
just the way Amy liked, just the way that made Amy want to do much the
thing with his dick.
Zach leaned over
and put his
mouth over the nearest one. He suckled for a moment or two then nibbled
nipple, pinching it between tongue and lips. He was so lost in what he
doing he didn’t notice a change in his own clothing until it was too
“Wow, Jeremy told
me you had
a great cock, but, Zach, he never told me it was this big. Did you
know, put this in Amy?”
“No, she was a
would stay a virgin until her wedding night,” Zach said as Sara’s
stroked the length of his erection, sending mixed signals to his brain.
part was say, “Wow! This is great!”, while the other part was
a girl! You’re gay! Stop this now!”
“Will you fuck me?”
Zach looked at her,
agape in shock. Put his dick in that hole? Gay boys weren’t
put their dicks between a girl’s legs, not even in her ass. It just
“I’m on the pill,
but you can
use a condom if you want.”
“I, well, you know,
“Come on, let’s go
bedroom,” Sara said. She stood up and picked up her t-shirt and bra.
out her hand. “Come on, big boy, I want to feel that thing of yours
Zach watched Sara
pull out of
her parking spot and head toward the freeway. He kind of wished he
out like he did over the weekend because this was a very good time to
somewhere else. He’d actually fucked his boyfriend’s sister and he
didn’t use a
condom, either, just like guys do when they’re trying to make babies.
yet, he like fucking Sara; and, not surprisingly, she seemed to enjoy
his dick in her cunt as well. Well, it had been her idea in the first
Afterwards, as they
close, she played with his dick until it got hard, again.
“Do you want to try
different position?” She asked.
“Just rub it,
please, I don’t
think I’m in the mood to do that, again,” he said.
“I understand,” she
He knew she
understand. She had no experience in such matters. She jerked him for
Then she started nibbling at one of his nipples. Then she whispered in
something so disgusting, so humiliating, he had to do it, just to prove
wasn’t the pushover he knew she thought he was.
“Suck your cum out
vagina,” Sara whispered. “Lap it up like a puppy. You’re a gay boy,
You like cum.”
After he’d come up
there, with a sickening feeling in his stomach from the taste of her,
she pushed him over and shoved her tongue down his throat, tasting his
juices on his tongue.
washing each other’s body. Then, as she was drying him, she took him
“Didn’t know I
could do that,
did you?” Sara asked. “I lied when I said I’d swallowed cum only once.
I knew a
boy in the town where I went to school when I was fourteen. He was a
but he was nice and bought me little trinkets and things. He did it
then, I did him. By Easter, I was deep-throating him. He tried to be
but he’s probably a plumber’s helper, now. He certainly wasn’t going
in that town.”
He asked, “What
“Well, you can tell
brother, if you want to, but I’m not going to. Beg his forgiveness.
you’re letting Bruce fuck you and you’re fucking me, but you know what?”
“I think it would
be cool to
have Jeremy fucking you while you’re fucking me.”
Zach stared at the
He was going to remember the softness of her lips when he kissed her
left. He felt sick and ran to the toilet where he vomited. He wondered,
afterwards, if he could lower himself further, or if this was as
depraved as he
Yet, after all of
everything she’d done to him to grind him under her heel, he knew deep
his heart that he didn’t know whether he was gay, bi, or just some
teen who didn’t know which ass to follow, just as long as one of them
He set about to
clean up the
mess of them. He could still taste the tangy tartness of her on his
it soured his stomach. The bed was torn down to the mattress pad and he
nose to it. She was there, too. The smell of her place, that slash
legs, lingered about the bedroom soiling the air. He found the air
Bruce bought and doused the room, but still the rank putridity of her
pheromones burned his nose and watered his eyes.
He laughed suddenly
as a remembrance
of that smell, her smell, was not quite unlike his odor when Bruce
Yet, the smell after two guys had fucked did not dirty the air as much
smell. He ran to the toilet and retched until there was nothing but
then, his stomach turned inside out and tried to heave itself out of
Tears filled his eyes, but nothing could take that odor from his
Zach had everything
laundry room when Bruce came in. He stood at the washing machine in a
pair of boxers as he loaded the few clothes she’d touched. He heard
behind him, but could not turn to face his friend.
“When I got to work
Bruce said, “Uncle Bill said they were slow and I could go home. He has
girl down there some afternoons and I guess she’s a pretty good
barista. So, I
came home. Do you know what I saw?”
Zach hung his head
it slowly. A tear dribbled out of his right eye and he brushed it away
back of his good hand.
“I was rather
amazed to see
the boy I made love to last night, even though that was, we agreed,
fooling around, fucking his boyfriend’s sister. I could see his blood
cock going in and out of her twat. They were moaning to each other. I
about puked. So, I left and went down to the Square, to Paul’s studio.
some nude sketches of me. He’s good, you know that, though. Then we had
I fucked him and afterwards, because he hadn’t come, I sucked him, too.
listening to me?”
Zach couldn’t say
He didn’t feel worthy of talking to the one person in the whole world
be able to save him from himself.
“I’m mad at you.
fuckin’ pissed off at you, right now. Do you know I could hit you and
dead before your body slumped to the floor? Do you know that? Are you
say something? Zach!”
Zach felt himself
around as an astonished looked flashed across his face when he saw the
Bruce’s eyes. His head jerked to the right from the impact of the palm
hand. His head jerked to the left as another palm slammed into his
and, another jerked it to the right. Tears welled up into his eyes and
dribbled down his cheeks, but, still, he could not bring himself to
his pathetic state.
Zach felt his legs
from under him and he slumped down into a ragged lump of flesh and bone
floor. Tears were running down his face. His stomach started a new bout
heaves. He felt weak all over. Yet, still, he could smell her about him.
Bruce was watching
season of the Sopranos when Zach walked out of the kitchen. He’d eaten
of milk toast Bruce had prepared for him and at least his stomach felt
He wanted to go to bed, but wasn’t certain he’d be welcome in that room
He sat down on the
end of the sofa and shivered as a chill ran through him. He stood up
to the window. It was open slightly and he pulled up the sash and
leaned out to
look down at the sidewalk. It would be so easy. Just let go and fall.
would impact the concrete and he’d be dead before his feet landed on
him. All he had to do was let go.
“What the fuck are
doing?” Bruce screamed as he pulled Zach back from the precipice a
before Death reached out to pull the boy into oblivion.
They landed in a
heap on the
floor, but Bruce was on top of Zach in a flash. Zach lay there quietly
wondering why he’d been saved. There was no sense to what Bruce was
“Damn it, Zach, I
told you I
was sorry I hit you,” Bruce said. “Why won’t you say something?”
“I’m sorry to have
disappointed you,” Zach said. “I knew you wanted me to make love to you
tonight, but I let her do that. I didn’t do anything to stop her. I
said no, but I didn’t. And, you know what? For awhile there as I was
to one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced, I was
myself being inside her. I was enjoying the feel of her hands on my
back. I was
And, he was
enjoying it. He
was enjoying the feel of her vagina against the tender skin of his
knew that was where a cock was meant to be when she welcomed him in and
him comfortable. It was so much different from that other place, that
hole shared by men and women where entry was never an invitation, but
penetration, sometimes without an offer of assistance from the receiver.
“Come on, let’s go
Bruce said. “We’ll have to get up extra early to catch the College
“Yeah, I guess
The alarm was set
for half past four, but Zach was awake at three. Bruce’s cock
inside him making mini-thrusts to maintain its erection. He couldn’t
exactly when entry occurred; and, half surmised entry was gained
surreptitiously. Yet, he felt at ease with the cock in his ass. It gave
strong sense of belonging to the other party, the owner of that stiff
Bruce was breathing
neck with even, measured breaths. Zach was uncertain whether he was
asleep, or in some form of Oriental mystic trance picked up from an
esoteric karate teacher. He’d heard about those Asian fighting
knew a lot of them had a great deal to do with the mystical religions
fingers pinch his right nipple. Pain shot through his body as fingers
sensitive skin. He was pushed onto his stomach and Bruce was on top
down as the tempo and forcefulness of the cock’s thrusts bore into his
This was no dream
of them. Reality was the cock in his ass seeking its own definition of
whether he wanted to willingly participate, or not. Sharp agony shot
out of his
neck when teeth bit into his trapezium. He struggled to move, but was
firmly against the bed as the boy on top strove for the zenith of his
And, then, deep
himself Zach felt the change in sensory input coming from his ass. As
switch had been thrown, his own cock quickened to a hard-on of
sensitivity. He felt his balls tighten against his body. Tiny muscles
ejaculatory duct began driving sperm filled semen toward the nearest
forced his cock into the bed as the first burst spewed forth.
Above him, the boy
started this early morning alternative to a wasteful emission began
moaning as his own orgasm overpowered all other muscular intentions. In
moment of clarity, Zach felt the rock hard cock embedded in him throb
as it injected doomed spermatozoa deep within the hot receptacle of his
The alarm jolted
and Zach sat up. Bruce was out of the bed and water could be heard
the shower across the hall. His right nipple ached and a burning
antagonized his neck. His ass tingled and he knew it hadn’t been a