Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 13:59:19 -0400
From: Jake Preston <jemtling@gmail.com>
Subject: Psychic Detective 22

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The following neologisms or rare words are used in this chapter:

daimon (noun): a transcendent agent or abstract force that dominates, or
seems to dominate a person.

entheogen (noun): a hallucinogenic substance (such as peyote) that
generates a sense of the divine from within; adjective, entheogenic.

epicenic (adj.): androgynous; modifier derived from epicene, an androgynous
male.

lophophoric (adj.): relating to peyote, a cactus belonging to the genus
Lophophora.


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Chapter 22 A Second Peyote Ritual



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      Red Hawk deposited his armload of balsam boughs in the sauna. He
arranged them in a neat pile. "I have an idea, CC," Red Hawk said, when he
and Calvin walked back to the cabin.  "Let's both of us act campy for Jack
and Göran. We'll see how they like getting fucked by a couple of fems."

	"You do that better than me," Calvin said, "but I'll do my best."
It's possible for guys to fake 'fem', but most gay men can tell when it's
unnaturally campy. Two or three years after the Mariel Boatlift, a Reinaldo
Arenas and other marielitos spread the word, in American and French
magazines, that Castro's government had been torturing gay Cubans in
concentration camps, or enslaving them on farm-labor camps. To save face in
the world, Castro recruited teams of gay men to give lectures about the
joys of Communist Cuba to audiences in Europe. That was in 1983. To
facilitate the deception, the gay pro-Castro lecturers had to act campier
than they actually were, so people could see that gays were accepted in
Cuba after all. The gay Cubans who had suffered persecution had no trouble
seeing through the fake campiness.

      When Red Hawk and Calvin returned to the cabin, they found Jack and
Göran seated with Dark Eagle on the ceremonial carpet by the fire. It
was obvious that Dark Eagle and Jack had formed an instant
friendship. Jack's tribe lacked a proper shaman, and their medicine man had
been identified as one of Albino Perp Coleman's victims. He was, in fact,
the central figure in the Five Spirits / Eight Eagles crime scene. While
Red Hawk and Calvin were talking sex, Jack persuaded Dark Eagle to
accompany him to South Dakota, to find a new shaman for the Lakota people.

	Dark Eagle outlined the evening's agenda: "First, you boys will
cleanse each other's bodies in the sauna, to prepare for the peyote
ritual. The sauna is informal. It's not a ritual. It's a time for
friendship and mutual trust, necessary to the ritual. Then we'll partake of
peyote and pray to Manitou for insight. The Great Spirit might speak to any
of you. At our last ritual, the Great Spirit spoke to David Gabrioli. The
Great Spirit knows no distinction between Ojibwe, Lakota, Greek, or Jew."

	"Wow! My first peyote ritual!" Calvin exclaimed.

	"I've never seen the Ojibwe version," Jack said. "Lakota
peyote-rituals don't include sex, so that part will be a first for me,
too."



      * * * * * *



	Naked in the sauna, Göran paired off with Calvin. Jack paired
off with Red Hawk. Calvin and Red Hawk turned on a campy version of
charm. "Ooo! What big muscles," Red Hawk said to Jack, and fondled his
biceps and abs. "Ooo! What big muscles," Calvin said to Göran, and
fondled his biceps and thighs. They wiggled their buns and preened while
Jack and Göran looked at each other amazed, and laughed. The feminish
act came more naturally to Red Hawk, who looked the part with his slender
figure and shoulder-length hair. Calvin did his best to keep up.

	During their first exit from the sauna, they stood by the dock,
knee-deep in water, and applied soap and shampoo to each other's bodies and
hair. Soapy hands fondled pits and nips, cocks, scrota and clefts. No body
part was omitted from touch by the others. To wash off the soap, they
splashed each other, dove into placid waves, ducked and groped under water.
Erections came and subsided with the rhythms of aquatic foreplay.

	Back in the sauna, Göran and Red Hawk demonstrated full-body
balsam-massage on Calvin and Jack. Calvin and Jack took their turns as
masseurs. Erections bloomed. Mutual fondling got romantic until the heat of
the sauna drove them out and they jumped in the lake, where underwater
wrestling and groping took place. In the aquatic buoyancy, Red Hawk cradled
Jack and lifted him to the surface. Just above the water, his dick sprouted
upward like a bullfrog on a lily-pad. Red Hawk leaned over and sucked
Jack's dick. Calvin did the same to Göran.

	After three more balsam-massage sessions in the sauna and a final
dip in the lake, the men returned to the cabin, still naked. Dark Eagle
told them to stay that way. He sat on the North side of the ceremonial
carpet. He positioned Göran and Calvin on the East side, and Jack and
Red Hawk on the West. He brought tumblers of whisky on a tray, and served
the first round of peyote chips. "Remember to chew the chips to a paste,"
he said. "Use the whisky when you need it to cover the bitterness, but
don't wash the peyote down with booze. Chew for as long as you can, and
swallow carefully." Jack and Calvin got their first taste of peyote. If its
bitterness surprised or repelled them, they didn't show it. "Ken Kesey
gorged himself on eight cactus plants, but we're not flying over cuckoo
nests," Dark Eagle said. "I think four peyote chips should be entheogenic
enough. 'All things in moderation' means nothing to excess."

	After twenty peyote chips had been consumed- four to a man- Dark
Eagle recited a prayer to Manitou, and announced that it was time to
play. "This is festival time," he said.  "Remember that Manitou speaks to
two-spirited men, and he speaks only to a man's second spirit, his
homosexual side. In your carnivalian sex-play, your goal is to uplift your
partner's second spirit. If Manitou chooses to speak through one of you,
that man is honored, but one who brings out his partner's second spirit is
even more honored."

	"No pressure, right?" Jack quipped. Everyone smiled, including Dark
Eagle. As a Lakota guest, Jack could get by with saying such a thing.

	"Do your best. It's all we can expect," Dark Eagle quipped back,
quoting from 'Chariots of Fire'.

	Red Hawk and Calvin put on their feminish act in foreplay, not
without graduating to aggressive fondling of Jack and Göran-their
respective partners-who responded with a high pitch of eroticism and,
eventually, to submission. Tender mercies were in short supply when Red
Hawk missioned Jack and Calvin missioned Göran, but kaleidoscopic colors
distracted their minds from the pain in their butts. To the shock of
initial penetration, peyote added a mysterious aura of pleasure. Through
the lophophoric lens of hallucinogen, Jack and Göran envisioned their
role-playing partners as multi-chromatic epicenic daimons. The impact was
strongest on Jack, for whom Red Hawk's shoulder-length hair- draping his
face in strands- appeared as a glittering nimbus, like Achilles standing
unarmed in his chariot by a ditch outside the wall of Troy, when the
war-goddess Athena wrapped herself around his head and frightened the
Trojans so much that they backed away in panic and slew each other in
friendly fire. Red Hawk with shoulder- length hair was like
Achilles-Athena, and Jack, like the Trojan warrior, supine in surrender.

	"Let's punch-fuck our mates," Red Hawk said to Calvin.

	"Punch-fuck?" Calvin was puzzled.

	"Pull your dick all the way out and jam it back in, like this," Red
Hawk said. The demo got a groan from Jack. Red Hawk set the pace, while he
and Calvin punch-fucked Jack and Göran in tandem. Red Hawk and Calvin
switched partners. After the punch-fucking exercise, Göran returned to
Calvin, and Jack to Red Hawk, and played kabuki-tricks-Jack sat on Red
Hawk's cock, and Göran on Calvin's. They backed into their partners and
straddle-fucked. They swiveled and straddle-fucked facing them. They tried
it sideways, with Red Hawk and Calvin lying parallel while Jack and
Göran balanced themselves by holding hands. Then Göran straddled
Calvin and Red Hawk got behind him and inserted his cock for a
double-fuck. Göran groaned. "You're next, Jack," Calvin said, rather
authoritatively. Calvin straddled Red Hawk and Calvin got behind him. "Oh
my God!" Jack exclaimed when they fucked him in tandem.

	Recreational four-play gave way to parallel coupling with a touch
of romance. Red Hawk and Jack forgot about Calvin and Göran. Calvin and
Göran forgot about Jack and Red Hawk.  Jack was the first to cum. His
jizzy scent added fragrance to the lophophorically-heightened sensations of
chromatized bodies and subarticulate moans. Calvin poured himself into
Göran and reciprocated with a blow-job. Red Hawk plowed and seeded
Jack. Calvin was the last man standing. Unexpectedly recrudescent, he
flipped Göran and mounted his ass a second time while Jack and Red Hawk
watched in the contentment of aprčs-sexe.

	"Maybe not unexpectedly," Jack said. "Calvin's done this before."

	No oracles were spoken. Dark Eagle waited in silence. Had they lost
Manitou's favor?  Was Manitou mute, or a myth? Suddenly and simultaneously,
Calvin and Göran went into a trance. "I see a wooden fence with three
rails," Calvin said. "It's below white pines."

	"It's Matthew Shepard's fence," Göran said: "a short buck-fence
with angled posts and three rails. I see it from above, as if I were
perched among the eight eagles."

	"Instead of an oracle, Manitou sent a double vision," Dark Eagle
said. "According to Ojibwe custom, someone other than the visionary must
declare its meaning."

	"The simplest interpretation is most likely to be true," Jack
said. "Howard Coleman and his companion, whose name is almost certainly not
Brad Nails, are planning to stage another group of five murders on Eight
Eagles Island. They'll build a buck-fence on the island, as an instrument
of torture and death, in symbolic allusion to Matthew Shepard. This will
happen soon.  They've already kidnapped Deputy Nelson and his Sergeant as
two of their victims. They're hunting for three more victims- less than
three, if they've brought someone here from their hunting grounds in Oregon
or South Dakota. The danger is present and clear. Albino Perp and his Dark
Companion are present in Lake Ashawa. Eight Eagles Island is Ground Zero."

	"Brad Nails, it's an anagram: 'bard slain'," Göran said. "He's
taunting us. Remember the slam poet who was popular at the Gopher Hole
coffee shop near the UMD campus last year? He sometimes performed Thursday
nights at Apollo's. He had a coffee-house style for the Gopher Hole, and a
campy style for Apollo's. Then he dropped out of sight."

	"Baily Arlenas, part Irish, part Puerto Rican, all gay," Calvin
said. "The last time I saw him was.... Oh! The last time I saw him was the
night I gave Brad Nails a blow job!"

	"Brad nails, 'bard slain', Bradley Nails, Baily Arlenas," Göran
said. "It's a double code, but it's not his name, it's the name of the
victim he kidnapped that night. You escaped because he picked Baily
Arlenas." Göran had a proposition for Jack: "Why not give a go-go demo,
Thursday at Apollo's. Last time, you were a sensation. Maybe you and CC
could dance together- you do the strip while CC plays straight man. If
Coleman and his buddy are trolling gay bars, maybe we'll spot them."

	"I wouldn't be very convincing as a straight man," Calvin laughed.

	"Figure of speech," Göran said. "Jack does the strip act while
CC directs and gestures, like a presenter."

	"Like he owns you," Red Hawk said.

	"He does own me," Jack said.

	It was time for sleep. Calvin thought he'd be expected to sleep
with Göran, but Göran sent him back to Jack. Göran and Red Hawk
took the bedroom, while Calvin and Jack snuggled on sleeping bags by the
fireplace.

      Jack invited Calvin to live with him in Lakota. Calvin agreed.