Well, the posting continues. Here we’re first introduced to Cock, Fan, Rip, Tube and Blade, as well as the arguably shallow lives they lead. Castor is largely a resort planet, and its culture can be quite misogynistic — so don’t think it’s just Blade who gets treated badly there.
Cock’s life is depressing, and so is Fan’s. Actually, all fanners lead fairly depressing lives, but not all of them are bright enough to realize it, and fewer still seem equipped to really do anything about it.
Picking up from where we left off, then, here’s “No Wake”, from The Seven-Year Mirror. ©2007 me, and all that.
==== The Seven-Year Mirror ====
Cock cut back the jets, letting the hydrofoil settle into the water a little. He shifted his hips, shimmying like the arrogant prick of a danji that he was, and the arcs of sea come-hithered left and right behind his rocking cheeks. He looked over his shoulder, grin flashing white like the spray.
Fan saw the challenge and accelerated, his own missile’s ducts open and turbines surging, thrusting through the wake. The foil bucked and throbbed under him and he jolted over the waves Cock left, thighs aclench on the saddle, the vibration of the motor as always causing him to become a little hard. He ignored his dick as he let his fan striate that of the other boy, pulling back the yoke and smirking. Of them all he cut tail best and knew it.
“Not bad!” Cock called to him.
“That’s what your mother said,” Fan answered, then opened the ports, rocketing ahead, the wide spray behind his foil leaving Cock sputtering, laughing and swearing, gunning to catch up. Rainbows danced across the sea as Topaz’s light prismed through the mist. Sapphire was visible only as a ring around its smaller yellow companion; it was the cool season and overhead Pollux’s greenblue eye was irised by white cloud and slabs of glacier.
But the iris was looking bulgeward through the cataracts of the transit, so Cock didn’t feel the fear.
He drew even with Fan, then feinted over hard enough to spook him. Fan drew aside too quick, flicking the yoke, and the foil dug cornerwise into the glass sea and tumbled as Fan flew off to the side.
And in front of Cock’s foil.
He leaned back and punched it just as a crest passed under and Fan popeyed and ducked for his head, his life. The foil caught air and buck smooth smack churn down. Fan scowled after, his shoulders bobbing, dash in the line of moil that Cock’s jump had left. Thing of beauty. Foamy line, break, foamy line, and in the break one boy who was…
“Oh, fuck that,” Cock growled at Fan’s upended bared ass. He would, too.
They met up with Blade, Rip and Tube in a little while longer. Blade looked well flushed as always, as did the boys. But Cock was pretty winded himself right then and Fan had a load of his spunk up his ass, so he wasn’t exactly in a place to yert at Blade for spreading wide. About all she was good for anyway.
They idled back the foils and as the motors burbled Cock leapt over to Blade’s machine and jammed his tongue mostway down her throat, grabbing her ass with his left hand and a tit with his right. He opened one eye squintwise at Rip and saw the boy’s cheeks flame as he turned aside.
Fuckin right he looked away.
Blade gasped as he broke the kiss but kept his hands right where he wanted them. “S’risin?”
“You,” she smirked, grabbing his ass-cheeks tight and grinding her crotch against his. She was soft and damp with two boys’ spunk, warm, and it stiffened him in his riding briefs. He could feel her pelvis bones pressing against his rod and there, in the middle, that padded springy-hair spot he loved to sink his slapper into.
“Mmm,” he said. “Thrustin.”
“Want me to suck it?”
“Yeah, but not now. I filled Fan. Don’t got nothin to blow right yet.”
Blade looked disappointed. “You didn’t save me none?”
“You can lick it outta Fan’s asshole,” Cock scowled. “Or you can suck im dry, I don’t fuckin care, bitch.”
“Hey,” Blade cooed, “hey, baby, easy, I didn’t mean nothin.”
“Fuckin right, sluffer.”
“You still my baby and you can fuck anyone you want.”
“You got enough juice to fuck us all anytime.”
“Twice,” he said.
She rubbed against him again. “It’s just you know how much I like it when you give it to me, baby. You the best. The best.”
His glare softened. “I am.” He kissed her again. “I’ll give you a treat later.”
“That’s my baby,” Blade whispered to him as he climbed back onto his own foil, not trying to hide his hardon at all, the way his tip pushed over the waistline of his briefs. Let the danjis see it. They knew he was top anyway.
They all looked aside. His mood was crackly again and they knew, fuck yeah they knew, that anyone who smirked or even glanced at his dick was likely to find himself flipped over and fucked before he got another lungful.
Blade wasn’t afraid to stare. She liked having him inside. Just like Fan.
He could see the shape of her pussy through the cloth that spread thin and tight over it. She smiled broadly and he pointed to her, then to his rise. You on that, later. She smiled wider and nodded and looked needful. The outline of his dick showed through his own briefs and she licked her lips, all agaze. She wanted a mouthful but he still wasn’t quite ready. “Go take care of Fan,” he directed her. She moaned a little with unfeigned lust and eyed Fan hungrily.
“You got one minute, boy,” he said to Fan. “Think you can manage a spout that quick?”
“Fuck yeah,” Fan murmured, flushed. When Cock had mounted him earlier he’d hardened but never came. He was full and ready.
Cock nodded magnanimously as Fan prepared to collect his favor. A little consolation prize for the coring he’d endured. Rip and Tube kept quiet while Cock continued to study them for any sign of challenge.
Fan grinned and whipped it out as Blade made her way over to him to crouch on the foil’s gunnels. He was hard before she even reached for it. It took about ten bobs and then he was gasping out his sauce as she lapped it all up greedy-tongued, then gulped wetly as she leaned back, bubbles of cum pearly at one corner of her mouth. Fan shuddered and looked at her in that half-serious, half-doped way danjis had after they got sucked off, his mouth open and his chest’s heavings settling, and ran his fingers through her sand-blond hair. Her hand was still around his shaft and his balls hung down underneath like a brown-hairy extension to her palm. Cock inflated a little looking at that. Fan was a real brokedick sometimes but he was hung with a fine slab of slapper and his body was well cut, nice ripples over his belly and a chest that got second, third and tenth glances. Cock had always appreciated well-shaped danjis such as he.
He regarded Blade’s ass as she leaned back from her head-giving kneel. Round and full but not fat, and her briefs distended where her thighs met. Cock liked that. Girls didn’t bulge out as much as boys did but he could still admire the architecture as much as he did any male’s, and hers was better than most girls’. She was really fucking stupid, but she was an incredible hump and shit, could she suck it good. And she wanted to do it all the time. That was really the only reason he kept her around, because she truly ate it wet as a fanner. Too dumb to do anything else, really, but then, so were they all, so what the shit.
He wasn’t the smartest of them, or maybe he was, but he was other things and so the rest followed him, even though his voice had only broken last cool season. He cranked out the spunk and that was really all that mattered to any of them. Boys who had no spunk stayed dryside and diddled the fishtail. Man-boys like him and the rest were out and riding every one and every chance they got. Men … there were no men like them.
And no education. Fanning, fun and fucking were pretty much all they knew and all they wanted to know. School was for fishes.
Cock hated it all so much he didn’t even really know how old he was supposed to be, and didn’t really know why he should give a pinch. He was half past fifteen or maybe fourteen or somefuckteen Standard, but that didn’t mean shit on Castor where the days didn’t measure the same length, let alone the fucksake years.
Or the minutes, which were wasting. He blatted his turbs as a signal to the other danjis. Fan tucked his spit-shiny equipment away hurriedly and opened his ports, followed by Blade (still wiping her chin) and the other two, and they sliced the Castoran ocean open, five gashes making landward as the suns began to fall behind Pollux and the first half of the day came to a close.
The foils scuffed ashore and the boys and girl rested. Cock felt the thrum still in his thighs. Urbis T’oh-k’o’s pilings dark-wedge geometried the sky above and behind, clacketing with the heelstrikes of the walkers hurrying over its ecmite planks. Asea was stippled, drops breaking the surface of the waves, churning glass with darknoon storms. Cool season and rain meant piss for skinning, but the danjis were full of kolla cheer and soon-to-come food and coming.
Cock was roasting. Stunfish over orangeblack coals, near yellow where they glowed most warmly. Nÿlo shafts were good for two things, one dry: this; the other wet: fouling propellers, hence turbines. Cock had never cooked over wood. No native Castoran had.
The air was light and scented with cookysmoke, incense in the near-mist. Cock was as good a cook as Blade was a slit and everyone knew it, he most of all, and he was always in a generous mood when he was doing them the favor of chefing for them.
“Heard you got some fishtail last night,” Tube said to the half-shaved boy beside him.
“Wriggly slick fuck,” Fan smirked, running his hand over the naked side of his skull, then ramming his hips into the air and cupping the rise of his organ. “She was tight, danjis.”
“Couldn’t get anyone else?”
Fan eyed Rip.
“I like ‘em,” Tube said.
Rip snorted. “You like any twat.” Shoved the boy a little. Tube made no denial. To Fan: “Sure she was a she?”
“Fuck them,” Tube opined.
“Yeah,” Rip said. “Fuck ’em till they gurgle. Huh, Fan?”
Cock laughed, watching the stunfish sizzle on the open fire. “Best slit on Castor.” And tension leached.
“Thought I was,” Blade murmured into the cup of his ear, and he felt his riding briefs tighten at the flickety flick flick of her tonguetip on his lobe. She was horny and he was getting it for sure later and she wasn’t letting him forget it. She liked it saucy sloppy spurty and by keeping him spiked she knew she’d get a double helping of his juice.
“Like you know.” Rip was looking sullen.
Blade bristled. “Like you’d want to know. You n Tube —”
“Get a piece, Rip.” Cock sectioned some of the meat.
The boy took it with a hiss. “Fuck. Too fucking hot.” He flung his fingers in the air.
“Heard that before.”
“Shit.” Rip sucked his fingers. Cock watched. His pink tongue darted over them.
The rain slacked, its sheets drawn aside to show lead flat swells. Cock stood, tingling at the prospects for fun later. “Phosphors!”
“Let’s do it!”
They mounted the foils and cut fan again, spray glowing in the weird way it did in the dark. In a while they beached once more and Cock fucked Blade’s brains out, then slipped it to Rip while Fan and Tube shared in on spunk-drunk Blade.
He shouted when he came. Rip was jealous and older and larger and stronger and would probably be dangerous one day, but that danji really knew how to suck a boy off.
Fuck, not this, Cock thought. His mind was still shining with the jellyglobe darts. He and Fan had caught a few when the second half of the day began with Topaz, still sphinctered by Sapphire, peeking back out from behind Pollux. They lay them across their forearms, then sucked each other while the darts’ spooge oozed into them, taking a long time before they made each other come. His jaw felt numb and his dick was sore but still hard and he was just not ready for this.
Oh fuck, he was fucked and gone.
“Where were you?”
His mother. In the light of jellyglobe he saw not just her. He saw her face, her face, skeletal and like his might be in fuck-all long time, saw his gran and his gramp, and before that, the hot tail she must have been when she was young and tight, how his sire must have wanted to fuck her until her eyes rolled back, and he pushed it all aside.
“Humping cetates. Got a problem?”
Shit. Why did she always look that way? Why did her fucking face just fold the fuck in like that? “No, Medi, but I care.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“You’re still my son —”
“And you’re still a bitch.”
Her eyes flashed. “That makes you a son of a bitch. I will not call you that name. It is not the name I gave you. I know exactly what it means and it is ugly and rude. I will call you Medi’im or I will call you asshole. Those are your choices as long as you live in this house. Now shut up, asshole.”
He almost grinned. The cow had sparky moments still.
“Sem Tokoshi spoke to me again today,” she went on. “You were out with your … your friends, weren’t you?”
He didn’t say anything. It was a stupid question.
“He said you were — riding too close to the wharves. Medi, you know you’re not supposed to…”
“Have fun, I know,” Cock scowled.
She shook her head. “No, just … when you go so fast on the hydroplanes it —”
“Foils. Hydro. Foils.”
“— sprays the guests. They complain.”
Ma took a deep breath and he could see the lecture gathering like slate storm on blue sea. “Medi, you can’t go through life with an attitude of —”
“No, you can’t. You made a career of licking boots. But this is my life and I’ll fucking well live it how I want to. If that means some wrinklies get a little drippy in a slashrun, too fuckin bad for them. They’re at an ocean resort, on an ocean fuckall planet, for fucksake. They want it dry they can fuckin go to Caliente.”
“Tokoshi-san told me that if he saw you doing it again I might not be able to keep working in the resort,” she said quietly.
“I don’t care,” Cock said, not wanting his innards simmering like they were.
“We’d have to move, Medi’im, and you wouldn’t be able to see your friends any more. Wouldn’t that make you sad? Wouldn’t you miss that girl?”
“Blade? She’s dumber than you. I don’t fuckin —”
“I do, Medi’im. One income isn’t enough and you haven’t been called enough lately to —”
“I am not talking about that,” Cock snarled. “And quit fuckin calling me Medi’im.” He shoved by and thumped past her boring, expected tears upstairs to his bedroom, surging and lifting as it always, always the fuck did here on Castor, land as rare as a fourteen-year-old’s virgin twat. Urbis T’oh-k’o was for the tourists. He lived in the Barque districts along with all the other wage-slaves, the druggies and the whores and the service bodies of every type.
Muffled downstairs he heard her cracked sobs.
I don’t care. Wanting it to be so.
Overhead Pollux precessed.
He hated it almost as intensely as he hated everything else and it stared through the skylight, it glared balefully, it turned in the sky to look at him and was the most huge pissed off fucking god ever and he was pinned to his bed by that glare and lay in mortal terror, his heart hammering and his piss flowing from his shrunken dick and turning from hot to cool to chilly as that black iris, plated by rime of frost, pierced him.
God and Cock saw eye to eye.
dont kill me god please dont
At least this time he hadn’t shit himself, locked in that soul-shredding lour.
God talked to him then. He heard the voice coming from the eye and it told him what it had told him before, I AM THAT I AM, and then it told him something else, and by the time it was done he was weeping and found had shit himself after all.
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