Garfield

Louis I was on my way home from work. I hated work; I was a receptionist at the local bank. I wanted to be a doctor and help people; now all I was doing was helping people answer the phone. I decided I was going to do it. I was going to see Luna, the fortune teller. They said her predictions were never wrong. That she had predicted that John Baker was going to die and that he died the very next day, she even said how it was going to happen, when and where. It was about 8:00pm and I was walking downtown when I stopped by her small shack at the side of the road next to the Chinese food place, Xaio Ping. It was a small, family owned restaurant, but it was one of my favourites. I stuck my head into the dark shed; I saw nothing, only shadows. "Um, hi, I'm here to get a reading." Then suddenly the lump I saw in the corner rose forward and peeked into the light so that I could see it was a woman. She was young; at least from my perception of fortune tellers, she was about middle aged and attractive. She had almond skin and the black, wild, curly hair that fell over her shoulders and her face looked tired and worn out. She was a shabby gypsy but somehow regal, covered in all that jewelry and huge disks for earrings. "You want me to tell you your fortune" she said, in a sultry voice. "Yes" She took my palms in her hands almost like a lover. "Hmm" she said. Then she laughed "Don't go around doing anything crazy!" she said. "Are you sure you want me to tell you your future?" "Yes" I said. She nodded and then she took some cards from a shelf, shuffled them and laid them out on the table. She looked at them with worried eyes. I got concerned. "What? What!" I demanded. "What does it mean?" She looked up at me with a grave face "Are you sure you want to know?" "Yes" I said, hesitantly She took a deep breath and then she spoke "Death" she said My heart dropped and my whole body became flushed. She could see it in the whiteness of my now sweating palms palms and face, and in the cold sweat that was starting to trickle down my forehead. "Would you like to know when and how?" she said sympathetically. I gulped "No...Thank you" I said and walked off, wondering if what she said was really true, and wishing that I had never went to her. I was so sure she was going to say something good. "Louis is so smart and talented" my mother always used to say "He has so much potential, he's going to do great things" I felt like crying, but I didn't want to make a palm reading into a big deal. I just had to try to be careful that's all, after all it was my life! Some palm reader had no way of giving it or taking it away. It was random. Everything was random. You know that don't you Louis? I told myself. "Oh and Louis" she said, just as I'd reached the door and taken a hold of the handle. I stopped. "Sometimes, the road we take when we know our future is the one that very well might help it come to pass" At that I made my way out the door faster, slamming it behind me and trying to put that freaky lady out of my head. Then, halfway to my car I stopped in my tracks. My name...how did she know my name? I had never told her my name. Had I? Well maybe I did and I had just forgotten; you know how sometimes your brain can make little things seem like supernatural events? My breathing became labored. I went into my car and sped off, hoping that the faster and further I went away from her, the further I went away from my future. I tried to soothe myself with comforting thoughts of skepticism, I even tried to make a joke out of it, but it still bothered me. Then I thought about all the things in life I'd never done. I breathed out. I'd always wanted to get married. I'd never done that. Never even come close to that. I'd wanted to date but I'd always been so picky and so guarded. I shook my head. The guys tried to invite me to clubs, a strip club once, but I always made up excuses like, I was busy that day or some s**t. I was so busy chasing short lived dreams. I went to college to study medicine but dropped out because I couldn't keep up with work and school, and now I was stuck in the same job for over five years. The last time I had s*x was in a bathroom in high school. And I was bisexual, but I'd never been with a man. I used to watch gay p**n but I was always curious about...I hope this doesn't make me sound like less of a man, but I always wanted to know how things felt in the rare end. I sighed and then I pulled over on the shoulder. The many cars on the road whizzed by in flashes of light. Maybe I should go back there and ask when? I thought. But then I changed my mind and swerved back on the road. At home I decided to go through some picture books. There was a whole cupboard of old stuff from when I was in high-school. Then I suddenly remembered my journal. I used to carry it everywhere I went, even at school, and no one ever dared to try and read it. I was a tough kid. Yeah, I used to push the other kids around. But that was just so I wouldn't get picked on myself. Luckily, I had my size and build on my side, but I was really just a scared little boy in a shell. There were consequences for it though like, not having any real friends. There was this boy I used to take lunch money from. He looked pretty well off. My parents never used to have enough to give me much; I figured I needed it more than him. He had a weird name, Garfield or some s**t. He used to get picked on for that, and because he was just so f*****g awkward no girls even wanted to date him. He was okay looking though. I um, I thought he was cute. He was really nice to me that one day though, when I fell in a ditch in the schoolyard and everyone just laughed at me and left me there. He helped me up and helped me wash off. It was the first day we ever talked, I mean really talked, and I explained the whole lunch money thing and asked him for his phone number in case I needed homework help or something. I gasped. There it was! I found it right where I'd written it twelve years ago. I got my cell phone. I don't know why I did it. I guess I figured my life didn't have much meaning anymore, if it ever did. I might as well. I didn't even think anyone was going to pick up. "Hello" said a familiar voice "Hi is there a Garfield around?" "Oh, hi, yeah this is Garfield. Um...how do you know my name?" He sounded abnormally exited, as if he didn't get calls regularly. I laughed "Don't you recognize me?" It's me, Louis. From...Millbury?" "Louis? Wow, you still have my number? It's been such a long time!" "Um, I didn't think you would still have this number" I laughed "I kept it in my journal. I was feeling, I dunno, spontaneous today" Garfield laughed "I know the feeling" I bit my lip. Garfield was always so gullible. I decided to try something crazy. "Um, where do you live Garfield?" "Same place I used to when we were in high-school, um, with my mom" He laughed "Oh...wow that's crazy. That's just down the road from me" "Oh my God, seriously? I wonder how come we never saw each other!? I guess we just weren't looking, huh?" I could hear him chuckle. "So...are you doing anything?" "Oh, no. Nothing at all!" "Wanna come over?" I smirked "Sure!" "Okay, see you later Garfield. Bye" Wow. I thought. Okay now that I'd got him over what was I supposed to do? Garfield was too simple minded to ever consider himself being gay or anything out of the box for sure. Things like that probably rarely crossed his mind. So how was I supposed to get him in bed with me? But then I figured if Garfield was the same boy I met in high school, I'd be able to get whatever I wanted from him. "Ding Dong!" I heard the doorbell. "Hello?" I heard his voice say from outside. I was wearing a moss green T and some jeans. I opened the door. He was wearing the same thing except his T-shirt was navy blue with a white tiger print. His hair, still brunette and curly, was wild as ever. He had a cat-like smile and coal black eyes. "Louis!" He bawled out, almost scaring me. He practically ate me with his arms and squeezed me really tight. "Oh my God, how are you doing?" He exclaimed. He had gotten big, tall I mean, and he was a quite handsome young man aside from the awkwardness I could tell was still there. "Pretty good. How about you?" "Uggh, things are....Well...things are" he said fidgeting nervously. I gestured for him to continue He laughed "I'm going to college" "Sweet. How are things with the ladies?" "Um" he blushed "I never really...well, you know. I guess I'm just too charming for them? He snorted. "Mmhm" I replied, nodding. "You want coffee?" "Sure" he laughed. I think it was his laugh that was awkward and his embarrassed smile, constant blushing. Oh f**k, am I blushing? I turned the other way to get the coffee. "So, how old are you now?" "28" He laughed "I'm 27" I smiled. Okay, how am I going to make this casual? Damn, I guess there's no way other than to do this now. I took a deep breath. "So, you ever been with a girl?" "No" He smiled, "they don't really...like me" he laughed. I stifled a laugh "Have you ever wanted to try it with a man?" His eyes bulged "What!!!!!" He burst into an uncontrollable laughter, but it wasn't a funny laugh, more of an uncomfortable one. He probably did it to ease the tension. "No, no, I've never...been with a man" I snickered "I didn't ask that, I asked if you wanted to" I wanted to come closer to him but I decided to keep my distance. An embarrassed smile rose on his face, and he looked as if his eyes were shifting towards the door. "Um..." he said, but didn't know what else to say. I got worried. "So, what do you do then? Don't you go out? Try to live a little?" "Well...I like to dance and, I doodle a little sometimes and do stuff on the net, listen to wild crazy rock music" He smiled. I smiled "Do you wanna dance?" "You mean right now?" "Yeah, sure" I turned on my playlist. It was on Na Na Na, a rock song by My Chemical Romance. He heard it and immediately went wild as if this was his personal jam. I laughed and then I joined in; he didn't seem to think it was weird at all. "Do you wanna come into my bedroom?" I said, finally. "Yeah! Sure!" He said naively, still in dancing phase. I smiled and walked to the bedroom with him. "Wow, you got a really nice room!" He smiled. I laughed and then when he got near the bed I pushed him down hard. I had to, to stun him, otherwise I doubt he would have complied. Plus, he was a big guy. I was definitely a little more muscular than him though; he was a little more flab. I got on top of him and started pulling down his pants and then I unzipped my pants. He didn't make any effort to try to stop me. "What are you doing?" He yelled "Having s*x with you I think" I said, mocking his naivety, and then I rubbed my c**k against his ass. He didn't say anything and he didn't stop me. Maybe he was too surprised to talk and I guess he felt too embarrassed to leave. After all, how could he have not known that I wanted s*x? It was all so obvious from the beginning and he was so stupid. See, I knew how his brain worked. He was simple minded and it was easy to figure him out. I pushed it in without any lube and ignored his moans of pain, pleasure maybe? "How was that?" I asked, when It was over. It felt so strange and it felt so good in there. I was excited and a little ashamed all at once. "Oh, well next time, use some um..." "Lube?" "Yeah" He laughed "It kinda hurt" "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't have any lube. Like I said it was all kind of, spontaneous" "Yeah?" he said, blushing "So after twelve years you suddenly just felt a burst of spontaneity?" "Well, you know what they say; live every second like it's your last. I guess I've only just seen the importance of that." I looked at him, feeling a little sorry for taking advantage of him. "Come here; let me make it up to you." I crawled on top of him and sat on his legs and I put my mouth over his p***s and sucked him sweetly and then, just as he was about to c*m I stopped. "Ahh!" He yelled in frustration. "Take off all your clothes" I said and then I took off his clothes for him. I wrenched off his boxers like if I hated them and flung it away. Then I put myself on him, my asshole I mean. I put it over his prick as if to say thank you for letting me use your ass without any lube, and for helping me out of the ditch, and for helping me out with my homework and for letting me have his lunch money. "Aaahh" I moaned in pain, but also an unmistakable sensation of pleasure, and he was hard, very hard, inside me, so I had done something right. I squeezed my eyes shut as I jammed my ass on him over and over again; trying to make him feel as much pleasure as I possibly could from my aching asshole and then I felt his warm c*m in my ass and fell on him. More like melted I should say. The look on his face was full of surprise and confusion and conflict. I felt sorry for him and started caressing him softly. I kissed him, then took my hand and ran it down to his smooth chest "Thank you" I said kissing him and kissing him.