Walter squeezes into his narrow john, doesn' t switch the light & scratches his fly. Stops, suddenly unzips his pants, pulls them down to his knees and arranges himself above the toilet basin.
He knits his brows - the noise from the street is slightly disturbing - and concentrates. He slowly starts massaging his dick which is still half limp. But Walter doesn' t lose his cool, moves smoothly up & down, looking for an suitable object of his imagination. Who should get it today, he can have them all... the dolled up old hag from the flower stand across the street with the red hair & fat breasts? The girl from the disco recently? Or Louise from the other grade... he decides on her: Louise takes her clothes off for him, a little more quickly than in reality, but his cock is now getting hard. Walter starts breathing harder while his bent right arm rubs rhythmically. Louise kneels in front of him & works at him with her mouth: her tongue plays with his tip, then she once more swallows his dick gliding up and down it with wet lips. Walter 's upper half bends forward, backward, twitching into strange positions. Walter is breathing through both nostrils like an ox, jerking like in a cramp, his right arm becomes leaden & is struggling at his shaft. Louise spreads her legs, he just manages to enter before he already comes, shit, too early, can' t be helped now, squirts white fountain, splashes into the toilet bowl. Walter clears his throat, spits & flushes.
Wipes himself. Grunts. Buttons up. Leaves the toilet.
You read this, and think it doesn' t concern you.
Bad Sex (p. 34) - "Ahem, switch the light on!" - "Where? Here?" - "Uh-huh."
They already knew each other a little in passing, but tonight they got closer, i. e. after the vernissage they went with the others to the disco and were finally left over alone. Bully said: "Do you know that the only thing we have always been wanting to do is simply to fuck?" Susy nodded & said: "Yes!".
So they came here. Bully bumps into the table, he is pretty drunk. The kitchen lamp writes odd ellipsoids into the silence. "Do you want a drink?" Susy asks dutyfully, but Bully waves his hand - really isn' t necessary now. They start attending to each other, the usual foreplay, small undressing scenes. They get more and more carried away. Bully tears Susy' s Blouse open & fumbles with her breasts - she picks at his belt & finally gets it loose. Bully starts sucking her tits (first moaning), but he keeps getting hairs in his mouth, in spitting them out he starts wondering until he notices that she has got hairs on her nipples. He stops wondering now, but that somehow gets him down "hairs on the nipples", he really doesn' t know why. In the meantime she has managed to unzip his pants & milks his dick, which keeps refusing to stand up.
"Uhm, maybe somewhat drunk," mumbles Bully & she "uh-huh". She has no choice but putting it into her mouth & succeeds in getting it semi-hard. Bully thinks it' ll do now, throws her backwards onto the kitchen table & really gets it in somehow. He moves, at first still tentatively, in foreign parts, but than more familiar, more exacting, both start panting a little. Bully hits the kitchen lamp with his head, it goes "clang!" & moves forward backward light shadow across the half-naked Susy, who, jerking with her abdomen, is struggling for her orgasm. Her tits now hang down half to the left right and jiggle rhythmically with his thrusts. Bully feels how is erection starts wilting, closes his eyes and concentrates. This goes on for a while, he feels like a machine & this is indeed the case. Finally nothing goes anymore, he deflates & stays lying an Susy. They doze along for a while until she takes the initiative & mumbles: "Come on, let' s go to bed!" - Bully yawns "yeah", thinks now only of sleeping & not of waking up.
SPEED MUSHROOMS DOPE AND BEER (p. 66) & then the guy goes pissing, comes back & wants to know: "What' s all this about anyway?"
The Pole explains it to him: "Do you have something interesting to say for a change - then say it!"
The other, lets himself fall onto the sofa, mouth agape, crosses his arms & gaze lost nothing comes to his mind, only: "This life... I just don' t know, what this is all for..."
Pissing (p. 84) Outside everyone is standing around bleating drunkenly. For a short time I think of the woman I just lost, then I go back in, too.
What Wollie Knows (p. 83) Wollie is a diabetic. He has been living with daily injections for 22 years.
Since November he is lying low & living at Camo' s: avoiding detention, though on probation three times caught gambling & riding the tram without a ticket.
His time is up. The pigs are waiting for him. With 2 years of jail.
At the moment he is still on holiday so-to-speak. But it could be over any minute.
"The only good thing," he says, chews his moustache & adjusts his cap, "at least I know what' s waiting for me."
On the Road (p. 85)
- And afterwards..."
- Well, afterwards you are dead!"
- Not I," says Parz, "I don' t care what you do. I, for my part, will be traveling. First a few thousand years horse head nebula, and then... no idea."