I am really horny as I flip on the web cam. I have a secret web cam video channel under a
alias. I sometimes get naked in front of the camera late at night after a few drinks. I
don't even know if there is anyone out there watching. It's all based on a random web page
feed. Random person who is logged in and has active video running for a random period of
time. Right now I am dancing to The Britney Spears greatest hits CD.
walking. I am barefoot walking on a dirt road. I know that much before I open my tired
eyes. I see a landscape of green fields and old tree line shelter belts. Not a car or more
likely truck to be seen on the road. I look back to see my own foot prints recede in the
soft sandy road. What day is it? I don't have my phone on me. A light drizzle is coming
down. Just enough to make me a little chilled. Nothing left to do but walk on. I walk into
a wooded area. Shot gun shells all over the sides of the road. I just keep walking threw
the woods. I come onto the dry bed of a river. Its disappointing to think it is dead.
Another river bed after the first one. This one is now a stream. Wets my ankles as I cross
over it. The grass is as tall as my hips. It bends and flexes in the endless softly roaring
breeze. There is a dyke up ahead. I climb the little hill. I know where I am now. The end
of Tyler. I can find my way back now...I almost step on a branch and it writhes to the
side. I freeze and look down. It looks like a gnarled piece of wood from a tree but it has
a face! a human like face, it even has a goatee. It has branch like fins. The closest
description of it would be a fish. Some kind of land roving fish that camouflages itself as
a bit of drift wood. But that face, those sharp eyes. No doubt this was a intelligent
being. I wanted to pick it up, but that seemed rude to such a ancient wise looking
creature. I bet the Native Americans knew about animals like this. The people dug up the
whole carpet of the great plains to release the magical powers into the stars. I stood up
to go and my pants fell down. No underwear. I caught them just below the hips, penis
bobbing as I pulled my pants back up and headed to the road. There was a big blue truck
coming my way. The driver, an middle aged lady with a mean suspicious squint. Right then I
step on the low hanging pant leg and with a jerk my pants are down to mid thigh, soft cock
in the morning sunlight. The lady almost drove off the road. She was still wavering as she
drove on. This time probably because she was calling the police.
I hurried back towards my hovel in the shelter belt as quick as I could without losing my pants. I felt kinda hot though, all the same. It started to snow! Fat pure floating wonders that within six minutes where filling the sky like a lush white fog. This snow may help give me cover, the cops may be on there way here now. But the winds picked up into screaming gales of spitting spirit cat fury! I crossed the intersection of 61st an Tyler and I could not see seven feet ahead of me.
That was the biggest blizzard I've ever experienced. Hip high drifts of snow and no electricity for five frozen days. I burned fire wood right there in my shack. I used a fan and a open window for a chimney. But since then we have had no snow and no rain, excepting meager sprinkles every forty five days or so. The whole landscape is drying up like the desert. The heat from the reflecting sand is like white hot razor blades. My well has run dry and I spend most of my money on bottled water now.
On a bottled water run I saw James Farlink. Looking pocked and faded from his glory days. I tried to avoid him but he followed me into the arts and crafts section. He asked if I remembered Misty brolwe. Of course, so pretty was she. "I'm the one who killed her. I raped her and smashed her skull in with a tire iron. I'm so ashamed". I bumped my cart into a hate faced old lady's. I Apologized and she make a quick snap of unkind social commentary and moved on. I turned to James and he was no where to be seen. I payed up and hurried out of there.
October Kittens. The world is dry. Mama kitty sore eyed. When the sky seems about to burst. When she nurses the brown and red kittens the world is cursed, until they are weaned.
Now its the town of Haize's 146th annual Injun run. The name sounds pretty racist for good reason. But the elders of the nearly all white town call it heritage and tradition. Right or wrong you don't change tradition. We have so little left. The celebration comes from a older European tradition. When Haize was founded it was a Native American village with about three hundred residents. They where mostly killed off when the founders created the town. The surviving natives where driven off and they like many others like them roamed the river and the plains for nearly a decade after that. The high school football team would search out a Native American, or as many as they could capture. The poor natives where kept in a cell until the celebration day. They where bullied into drinking massive amounts of booze then they have to run a gauntlet down the center of the town. The white townsfolk yelling insults and throwing potatoes, sometimes rocks. It was not uncommon for a person or two to be seriously injured or killed on the run. Oh yes, and they where forced to run naked. Bringing things up to date there are no more Native Americans in the area and for the last nearly one hundred years they have been replaced with Mexicans, failing that any other race or some white folks from out of town. In the new version of the holiday the town sheriff arrests the victims and holds them over night without food. The next day, they are compelled with punches til they submit and drink booze, loads of it on a empty stomach. The foot ball team has been deputized for the occasion. They enter the cell and make sure the person is stripped naked. The gauntlet is a Fifth mile enclosed building with stands. The towns folk jeer and taunt and record videos of the fun. Naked people must run all that way while folks pelt them with the local rejected fruits and vegetables farmers donate for the occasion. I was one of the secret protesters. These rebels cast dice not veggies and the dice are not meant to harm but as a sign of solidarity and faith in Eris. Its hard to catch the dice tossers but the last time it was done the poor soul had to run the gauntlet naked. He committed suicide a few days later.
Ok, enough of all these bitter tart tangy memories. I flip on the web cam and I sensuously get naked, I paint my penis head red white and blue.
The End