Date: Fri, 8 Aug 2003 08:26:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: CYN P <cyn_p_md@yahoo.com>
Subject: LANNY'S LOSSES - Section 4 (Boy/Boy - Rural)
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LANNY'S LOSSES
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By CYN
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Section 4
Soon, ahr lilla brottah Percy come in tuh bed wit us. He a
couplea years younger `n me. His real name Perceval. And we show
him all `bout boy sex. He love what we're doin'. And he love doin'
it wit us.
We's havin' three-ways - me, Artie and Percy. It suh great!
While Artie fuckin' me, ah'm asuckin' off Percy and he doin' the same
tuh me. And then even Trissy come intuh bed wit us. His name really
Tristram. It gettin' a lil crowded but it lotsa fun. We all loves
it. The only part thets hard (asides from ahr dicks) is keepin' the
noise down suh no one kin hear what we doing. Mose a the tahme we
makes lotsa noises.
Sumtahmes we even goes out in the lilla skiff, all four a us.
An' we all does stuff tuhgettah. It so much fun. We all loves it.
One they when ah gets home an' there ain't nobody home `cept the
real lilla kids and mah sis Guen. Guen the oldess gurl and she older
`n me and younger `n Artie. She cryin' very hard and I have troubles
unnerstandin' her.
She say momma and daddy's at a hospital in Houma cuz Artie got
his arm all chewed up bah sum mongel dawgs. She cryin' a lot. She
says Artie come home screamin' and yellin' and cryin' and bleedin'
and daddy wrap a towel round his bleedin' arm and they run off tuh a
neighbor tuh take `em all tuh the hospital.
Ah sees lotsa blood in the sink and on the floor a the kitchen.
Guen say thet she very worried `bout Artie cuz he screamin' suh loud
and in lotsa pain and it looks tuh her like this here dawgs done
chewed off a lotta Artie arm. She say she see thet parta his arm
missin' when they take him outta the house! And part hangin' offa
him. She seen it! And he got no hand no moe and his whole arm
lookin' raggedy and bloody.
Ah'm very, very worried `bout mah brottah and ah prays hard tuh
Jesus thet he gonna be OK. But Guen tell me moe `bout the fuckin'
bloody mess his arm is, and ah worries even moe. She say she pukes
up affa they all leaves.
Me `n Guen feed the lilla kids and puts `em tuh bed. They cries
a lot cuz momma `n day and Artie's not here.
Momma come back very late. Daddy ain't wit her. Ever'body
sleepin' `cept me. She take a big drinka likker and sit at the
table. I sit and look at her. I ask how Artie doin' and she cry.
And cry and cry. And drink sum moe likker. She shake her haid and
moan.
"He got only one arm now, Lanny. Yuh brottah got only one
fuckin' arm. It gone, his rahte arm gone. Gone!" And she take
`nothar drink. Ah starts cryin'. I cain't b'lieve that Artie got
only one arm. Ah mean, one fuckin' arm! How he gonna live wit only
one arm? How he gonna fish, and eat, and . and . how he gonna play
sex wit me? Wit one arm?
"How much gone?" ah asks her.
She don't speak, but jess make a choppin' sign on her rahte arm
nex' tuh her elbow. Ah starts tuh cry real hard now.
She drink moe. "He lose lotsa blood. He in real bad shape,
Lanny. But ah thinks . ah thinks he gonna live. Yeah, he be OK . he
live . `cept he ain't got no arm no moe . jess a real raggedy
stumpy." She take `nothah big drink. "Dam docs done work on him fuh
a long time. But he gonna be OK.OK. Yeah, OK. But . but it gonna
take a long, long tahme till he all better and . and kin help round
here `gain. A long tahme, Lanny." Then she go in tuh her bedroom.
Ah goes intuh mahne and Artie room and gets intuh bed. But ah'm
feels suh `lone. No Artie wit me. No Artie tuh hold me . and rub me
. and kiss me . and play wit mah dick . and balls. He suh sick . and
in the hosptal and maybe he dyin'. Ah'm thinkin' he . he dead .
dead! And ah'm suh scart. What'll ah do witout mah wunnerful Artie?
Mah lovin' Artie? Mah big brottah?
Percy hear me crying. "Wass wron' Lanny?"
Ah'm speakin' but mah tears and cryin' chokin' me. He crawl
intuh bed wit me. "Artie been hurt real bad, Percy. Real, real
bad."
"Yeah. Ah heared. His arm gone. Thet real bad ain't it?"
"Yeah, it real, real bad, Percy."
"Ah'm afeelin' suh sorry fuh him." He kiss me on the cheek.
"Lanny? What do it mean thet Artie arm gone?"
Ah guesses thet Percy too young tuh know wha' it all mean. "It
mean thet Artie got no arm no moe."
"Suh wha' he got there?"
"He got nottin' . nottin at all. He got only one arm now. His
leff arm. He gonna havta do ever'thang wit only one arm." Ah starts
cryin' `gain. "He'll look suh diff'ent but . but he'll still be ahr
Artie and . and we still loves him a lot. Right Percy?"
"Yeah. Right." He get real close tuh me unner the sheet. Ah
holds him close tuh mah body and we falls tuh sleep.
Momma go tuh the hospital one or two time tuh see Artie, but
none a us kids go. When she come home it allays late and she allays
all likkered up and go rahte tuh sleep in her bedroom. And we don't
see daddy no moe at all. He don't come home no moe and momma say she
don't know where he is.
Ah feels verah lone in mah bed witout Artie. He mah big brottah
an' he tell me how tuh do thangs and do thangs wit me but wit him in
the hospital ah knows ah feels terrble.
Artie come home in `bout three week. Momma wit him. Me and
Guen and the lilla kids all waitin' fuh `em. A fren from church
drive `em from the hospital. Daddy don't never show up. Wha' a piss
poor fattah he is. Ah ain't seen him since b'foh Artie get his arm
chew off. Momma all worry thet sumthang bad happen tuh him. Ah
don't worry none. None at all! Thet piece a shit allays come out
OK. An' ah'm real glad he gone!
Artie wearin' a real big baggy shirt wit long sleeve and he got
the rahte sleeve tuck in tuh the pocket a his jeans tuh make it looks
lahke he still got a arm there. He lose a lotta weigh. I smile at
him when he walk in but he don't smile at me back. He jess put his
head down and walk int' ahr room witout sayin' nothang and carryin' a
big bag wit him. Momma put a big box on the table.
"What in the box, momma?" ah asks.
"The stuff tuh take care a Artie. Banages, medcins he need.shit
lahke thet. We gonna put `em in yuh room. Yuh and Guen gonna change
his banage ever' they."
"Why we gotta do it momma?" ah says. She all winy.
"Causin' ah gets asick lookin' at thet chewed off arm a his. Ah
gets asick tuh mah stomik. Ah cain't look at mah chillen all fucked
up lahke thet."
"OK. We do it, momma," Guen say. "Anythang yuh says. Rahte
Lanny?" Ah nods but ah ain't happy.
Artie don't come out fuh dinner suh mamma make him a samwich and
ah takes it int' him. He layin' on ahr bed and not movin'.
"Yuh wanna eat sumthang Artie."
He pick up his haid and look at me. "Guh `way Lanny. Ah ain't
eatin' no moe. And leeb me `lone." He put his haid down `gain.
"Ah cain't leeb yuh `lone, Artie."
"Why thet?" he yell.
"There two reason. One thet ah sleeps in this here room wit
yuh. In the same bed. Rememmer? And two thet ah love yuh. Ah
loves yuh a lot Artie and nothangs gonna change thet. Nothang in the
whole whade worle! Not wha' happen tuh yah, not yah arm . not
nothang!"
Artie look up at me. Then he get outta bed real slow and walk
up tuh me. He start tuh cry. I put my arms round him and hug him
tight. He put his haid on mah shoulder and jess cry and cry. He put
his one arm round me and begin tuh rubs mah back.
When he pick his haid up, he look at me. His face all streaky
and he look terrible wit his eyes all red and swole.
"Ah loves yuh too, Lanny. Ah loves yuh suh much. But.but.ah
gots only one arm now. Ah'm a fuckin' cripple. Useless! Fuckin'
useless! No fuckin' good tuh no one!"
"Thet ain't true. It ain't! Yah ain't useless tuh me, Artie.
Besides ah don't cares nothang `bout yah got only one arm, Artie. Ah
don't! Honest! Why should ah? Yuh still Artie, ain't yah? Ah
mean, ah'm real, real sorry yuh got it bit off and yuh have all the
pain `n they gotta cut it off and all, but yuh still mah big brodar
and yuh means moe tuh me than anyone else in the whole worle! Yuh
DO!"
He give me a lilla smile now. "Thanks Lanny. Thanks fuh sayin'
thet. Yuh suh good. Yuh suh good tuh me. Yuh allays be. Yuh the
bess person ah knows."
Now ah sees him movin' his cut off arm in the sleeve a his
shirt. Ah'm starin' hard at it. And ah'm gettin' very hard in mah
pants. I knows thet Artie kin see thet ah'm hard and mah pants is
bulgin'.
"Yuh lahke what ah'm doin'? Yuh lahkes it Lanny?" Ah nods mah
haid. "Yuh lahkes how it looks?" Ah nods `gain. "Yuh like the way
ah look wit only one arm?" I stare at him and his stumpy. "Yuh
wanna see it?"
I nods and says, "Yeah, Artie. Ah'd love tuh. Uh, kin yuh
pleeze show it tuh me?"
He give me a big smile. "Sure. For yuh, Lanny, anythang!"
"An' kin ah sees . yuh knows, sees ya wunnerful dick . and balls
`gain . soon, Artie? Yuh knows ah loves `em so, so much. They's mah
favite."
"Rahte, Lanny. Yuh'll see `em soon . ah promises."
Now ah smiles at him. Ah loves Artie suh much.
End of Section 4