The freezing lips of the winter chill kissed through his skull and numbed his brain just long enough for him to forget that it was probably the only time he had ever been kissed. But this dazed state would only void his intentions for a few seconds before he realized the dawn was on its way. The same dawn that would bring the coming of his adversaries only minutes later. All the families. Men who had at one time surely administered him a beating out of cruelty and the women who would laugh both in front of his mangled face and behind it. But worse would be the children. For they were the cruelest of all. Their pranks had not only caught him with his pants down but posted pictures on the internet that caused him immense shame.
As he stood eagerly awaiting glory in the decrepit shack that sat upon the edges of the frozen river he stroked the instrument that would change everything in hands that were so deformed they had often been mistaken for claws. He had to be certain there would be no accidental discharge before the time was right so these caresses were cautious. His thoughts turned to the candles lit atop crates in two of the corners of the shack. Temperatures dipped on the low portion of the digit scale so he could use all the warmth he might be able to summon in order to make his satisfaction ritual more comfortable.
He knew that if his true essence of manhood was to be recognized by those who looked down on him it must be here at the frozen wonderland of the lake. This was where all the neighborhood families would congregate each Sunday morning before church. Mothers and fathers who allowed their children some fun time to skate and socialize before heading over to Father Dyer's early morning service. A service that he had never attended again out of embarassment after what had been done to him on the road leading to his uncle's home from behind the church. He had tried not to think about it and staying clear of the reverend's sermons might have made it slightly easier. But having those pictures of his deformed body and face, laid bare with nakedness and humiliation for all to see on the internet made forgetting even more difficult than it should have been.
He knew why people abhored him. He was held accountable by standards of a freakish nature. Even by the uncle and aunt who had been responsible for him since his own parents had died shortly after his birth. It would only be through pity and gene they would stake claim to his half-shell of an existence and there were many times when a simple glance or moment of silence had given way to tension as maladorous as a pie made from rotting meat and flesh. But all of this would change today. Those who had only seen a child forever abandoned and left to rot in the deformed body of a man would now at last see the man behind the boy. It was only in appearance that he was labeled as a freak. Though nobody in the town had ever been able to get past this appearance he was of sound mind and determined heart and it would be this heart and mind that would lead him here to the shack to meet his destiny with eagerness and weapon in hand. He was tired of being called a freak. But most of all he was tired of being called a boy. Today the town would see him differently. They would know once and for all that he was a man.
A commotion outside drew his attention towards the shattered doorway of the shack. He lowered his hands to his sides, thus disarming himself. The boy was soon to be laid at rest. For the time had come. The time to be a man. He saw his salvation standing in the doorway. It was the retarded girl that lived on the end of his block named Cici. Saliva pooled the sides of her mouth as she raised her eyes from one of the tater tots snatched off the trail he had made from her backdoor to the shack and in that moment she gazed upon his freakishly deformed but ample sized erection.
"Please come in," He beckoned her with a smile as she shoved what he gathered to be the last remaining tater tot he had used to lure her to him into her mouth that emitted a loud moaning sound of appreciation afterwards.
Looking at the ground and sniffing the air she moved only slightly and though it was hard to tell from the never changing expression of her face she was confused. Reaching out his hands he gently pulled her into the shack with him to be warmed by the pheromone candles that had been burning and filling the air with their odorous influence. She moved her head around as if it were rotating on gears and surveyed the room as she stepped inside. There she eyeballed his pulsating erection that was now glazed with pre-cum and smeared on tater tot grease.
Within moments of her entering the room the girl's eyes became crazed and she descended to where she began gobbling the head of his cock. With waves of elation rushing through him he guided them both over in front of the open doorway. She licked the greased aphrodisiac from his penis as he kept his sights on the frozen lake. Soon it would be filled with activity and spectators. Those who would at last see him for the man he really was. Lost in a trance to the soundtrack of slurping that drowned out the whispers of the early morning wind he smiled. The dawn had come and soon.... so would he.
*****Scribbles writing challenge. A picture challenge. Original post date 9/20/2011*****
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