And then back in Eden the whole lot of us went to the matinee. The Eden show house had been out of Ys, and there in the gentle rainbow sun shower the marquee in black letters:
JohnVoight Dustin Hoffman
Earlier the same afternoon, three of the Johns had enlisted in the Marine Corp on the buddy system.
You’d imagine how that…
Roberta and I had recently been expelled for having had oral sex in the Eden High janitorial elevator; three of the Johns (mind you) joined the Corp.
Although she wanted a family sized tub of buttered, I opted for the so-called plain box of popcorn and, along with two bright red bottles of cherry-cherry, we shuffled our way in front of and across the other Johnnies “excuse-me excuse-me” and before long after the cartoon was over, I worked my cock into the popcorn and Roberta’s going “Johnny you pig!” and jolted to her feet, and I’m laughing with that unique laugh of mine.
Munching like nothing’s going on, numbed out pretty good…behind us they’re yelling “Sit the fucking hell down!”
And on the screen Joe Buck in his white hat caught a Greyhound.
Meanwhile, my buddies had no idea why Roberta was agitated, yelling, and I turned around over my shoulder like nothings going on, “Fuck you!” I’m shouting and I think it was Karpinsky who stood up again going, “You want some of this cocksucker?”
“Jesus you filled the box,” Roberta said, and my cock-head--the head of my cock --- roughed with popcorn salt --- was staid, moist --- and I’m looking around slouched low, the girl snuggling close, catching on, now kissing me fully wetly wild with her tongue and pulling back, our faces sucked taut, the movie song going
I won’t let you leave.
Meanwhile, Johnny sips and passes a sugary ice-melting large paper cup of Coca-cola spiked to the brim with brandy and peppermint snaps’ (we’re talking half booze) one of the Johnnies already nodding-bobbing-snorting off to sleep, the girl now sitting with her eyes facing the screen, the montage fading off, on as she tries to catch the narrative, Joe Buck playing chess with some rough looking babe, and I lightly touch Roberta’s hand and she again strokes my throbbing dick head, I put my index finger over my lips shhh shhh and the movie strips flaps loose and seems to melt on the screen as the house lights ignite just as the usher blinds me with his flash light, and I more or less nudge her away from my lap and the popcorn box, a considerable wad of jism transcends-arcs the row of seats in front of us—Roberta (beautiful Roberta) fussing with her shawl-sweater and brushing off her plaid coquettish skirt and knocking over the soda bottle with her foot.
You could see the foamed cherry-cherry roll forward, down over wedges of white gum, thick, tar-like and mysterious sticky layers of molasses-tacky sugar, multi-colored gum drops, lemon drops, jujubes, round-topped black crows, root beer barrels, a tampon, a dull penny face-down – the white-faced usher yelling, ”What the hell is going on! ?”
By now the half-filled show house clapping in unison, unmistakably someone leans over the balcony rail heaving, the puke back-washing aspirating the fellow’s nose, choking, sputtering noise, back slapping, a baby awakes wailing, its father lifts the infant high overhead – their silhouette on the big screen as people stand, shuffling up the aisles. Going boo boo boo!
Roberta whispers, “I love you. Touch me Johnny!” ^
(to be continued)