Demon Dick
by Mike E. Purfield

   "Oh. My. God," Colleen exclaimed. "That can not be real. It is so huge."

   Colleen and Chris sat on the picnic bench at the schoolyard of their old middle school in Owel Township. They were one month into their first year at Owel High School and clearly defined as metal chicks. They wore similar variations of denim jeans; rock T-shirts, ripped in all the right places, and leather jackets. They smoked cigarettes, marking themselves the oldest in the semi-crowded schoolyard. Younger kids behind them hung out and played around them on the slide and jungle gym. On the way to the playground, cutting through the woods behind Food Town, they found a porn mag in the middle of the path, sticking out of the leaves. A mag with nothing but naked guys.

   Chris picked the magazine up off the picnic table, separating the page of the naked man in question. She held it up to the light, making the page transparent.

   "I don’t know," Chris wondered. "It doesn’t look out of place."

   Colleen laughed and swiped the magazine out of her friend’s hands, hoping no one saw them. No one noticed, at least, not obviously.

   "Don’t be such a prude, right?" snapped Chris, taking the mag back. She placed it on the picnic table and inspected the naked young man showing off his penis. "Yeah, this has to be fake. You know that Greenwalt girl in our gym class, she once showed me this picture she made on her computer, it was like, of her perfect man. You know it had to be a fantasy. His dick was like, you know, the baby’s arm myth. Friggin’ thick. This picture looks just like it. It’s a fake."

   Colleen looked at the picture, slightly disappointed. "Too bad."

   "C’mon, I thought you could tell the difference."

   Colleen remembered the story she told Chris the other week. They were at a party at Jesse Pfeifer's house, a gruff-faced junior who clamed to have partied with Ratt backstage after one of their shows at Birch Hill. His parents were home, but Jesse lived in the basement of the split-level ranch house; it was as if he had his own apartment. That Saturday night, Colleen made out with Jesse, delving into some serious tongue wrestling and body groping. One thing led to another and she saw his penis. She looked at it, perplexed. Jesse looked at her confused face and asked her what was wrong. She felt like asking him if it was going to get any bigger. But Colleen said nothing, sparing his feelings. He then placed his hands on the back of her head and guided Colleen down, aligning his penis with her mouth. Colleen didn’t know if it was fate or something else, but she started to feel a tickle in her belly. She moved her head out of Jesse’s hands and looked off into space. Jesse saw how white her face was and asked what was wrong. Colleen opened her mouth to respond, but instead of words, the bowl of chips, salsa, and three bottles of beer came out and painted his lap.

   Jesse promised to keep that night a secret. Colleen even came up with a story with Jesse to tell their friends if they asked. Colleen told Chris that there was an exchange of oral sex between her and Jesse, nothing more.

   "Sure. Sure," said Colleen, "I know what one looks like, I was just...Well, damn, it looks pretty real."

   Chris took the last drag of her cigarette, and then lit another one with her skull and bones lighter. She looked over at the fence and saw a familiar face.

   "Check it out, speaking of big dicks."

   Colleen looked over to see Anthony Morri. He sat on his dirt bike and smoked a cigarette. He wore similar clothes as the girls with a leather jacket that had a zombie girl eating a dog on the back. His hair was long, feathered, and the perfect shade of light brown. He was rumored to be almost twenty years old. In school, he was still in the 11^th grade and wading through remedial courses.

   Colleen and Chris immediately heard stories about him. Dangerous stories. Anthony Morri was sentenced to juvey at least three times for acts of life threatening violence against other kids. Although, no one knew any of the kids Anthony beat up to near death. But no one doubted it either.

   Then there were the rumors spread strictly through the girls in the school. Anthony Morri once took out this girl named Traci Maher, but it was nothing like a date. There was no movie, no pizza; they went straight to his place to have sex. That was fine with Traci until she undid his pants and took his penis out. He had no penis. It was a snake-thing. Traci held a living snake about two inches thick and stared at its red eyes. All Traci could do was hold it in her hand, fearing that if she let go, the snake-penis would bite her neck. Anthony made her let go and he had sex with her, slipping the snake inside her body. Traci told a few people about this before she disappeared. Rumor has it that she went insane or that she killed herself.

   "Do you think it's true?" Chris asked.

   "Oh, please," Colleen said. "I, like, asked my dad about Traci Maher when I heard that story..."

   "Did he know about the snake-dick?"

   "No! I just asked him about the Mahers and he told me that they moved away. He worked with Traci’s father."

   "That still doesn’t mean anything."

   Chris looked over at Anthony and winked at him.

   "Don’t do that," Colleen warned.

   "Ah, he probably doesn’t see me."

   "He’s looking over here."

   "Yeah, but how do you know that he’s looking at us. He’s wearing those shades."

   Anthony threw his chin at them.

   The girls smiled, blushed.

   "I told you," Colleen said.

   "Let’s talk to him," Chris suggested.

   "About what?"

   Chris shrugged. "His dick."

   "Oh, please."

   "C’mon, what guy that you know doesn’t like talking about his dick."

   Chris stepped out of the bench and started over to the fence.

   "Chris, don’t," Colleen said.

   Chris turned to Colleen and smiled, not slowing down. Colleen moved out of the bench and chased after her.

   Anthony took a drag, looking off into the sun, then turned his attention to Chris.

   "Hey, Anthony," Chris said.

   "Hey," he responded, not caring.

   Colleen stepped up behind Chris who leaned against the fence. Anthony remained on his bike with his booted feet holding him up.

   "I’m Chris and this is my friend, Colleen."

   Anthony looked at Colleen, or at least, she felt like he was looking at her through the dark shades. He then took his shades off and stared right at Colleen with ice blue eyes, penetrating her and turning her insides to jelly.

   "Hi," Colleen managed to say.

   "Hi."

   "Can I bum a smoke," Chris asked.

   Anthony, keeping his eyes on Colleen, reached into his jacket and offered the box of cigarettes with one sticking out, ready for the pick. Chris took the offered cigarette and lit it with her lighter.

   "Thanks," Chris said.

   The three of them stood at the fence. Chris looking at Anthony, Anthony looking at Colleen, and Colleen trying so hard not to look at Anthony.

   "So is it true about your dick or what?" Chris asked.

   "Chris!"

   Colleen’s white cheeks exploded into red. She turned to the playground behind them, trying not to laugh.

   Anthony finally looked at Chris. The side of his mouth stretched a bit, dangerously entering a smile.

   "You girls want to find out?" Anthony asked.

   Chris held his gaze, toughening up.

   "Yeah, let’s get this bullshit out of the way."

   Colleen pulled Chris away from the fence to a good private distance.

   "What the fuck are you doing?"

   "What do you mean?" Chris asked, smiling wide.

   "You just asked him to show us his dick."

   "Well, what did you want to ask him?"

   Colleen stood there; she had no idea.

   "Shit, Chris, what if he like...rapes us."

   "Out here in the middle of the school yard?"

   "Oh, right."

   The girls walked back to the fence. Anthony lit another cigarette. He ignored them, staring at the ground.

   "Everything cool?" he asked towards the dirt.

   "Yeah. It’s cool," Colleen said.

   "Mm, hm," Chris said.

   Colleen slapped her friend in the shoulder.

   They stood there. Anthony worked on his cigarette while the girls divided their time between Anthony’s groin and the kids at the playground behind them. The coast was clear.

   "So, are you, like, going to whip it out?" Chris asked.

   Anthony smiled, staring at the ground.

   "Here? No," he whispered. "Why don’t you girls come back to my house?"

   Colleen opened her mouth in protest, but before a word could be formed, Chris said, "Perfect."

***

   The house was just off Dandrich Road. The girls passed Anthony’s house all the time when they road the bus to school. It was two stories high and pretty old. There was a putrid smell of beer and urine in the air and the furniture looked grimy. And, just as they were afraid of, no one was home.

   "So, when are your parents getting home?" Colleen asked by the entrance of the living room.

   Anthony dropped onto the couch and spread his legs wide, not as a command for the girls, but out of habit.

   "Parents?" he wondered aloud. "Not sure. Why?"

   Chris stood by the fireplace and played with a plastic Smurf. She looked hard at Colleen, warning her to play it cool.

   "Just don’t want any trouble, is all," Colleen said.

   "Got any beer?" Chris sprung out.

   Anthony looked down at the floor and released a sigh, "No."

   The girls looked at each other. Chris silently urged Colleen to make the first move. Colleen shook her head, crossing her arms and sealing her denim jacket.

   "You girls dykes?" Anthony asked.

   Colleen and Chris exchanged fearful looks.

   "No," Colleen exclaimed. "Sorry."

   Anthony let out an impatient sigh and stood up.

   "Well, then I guess we’ll have to do this one at a time," he said.

   "Let’s go," Chris said.

   Anthony turned to Colleen and said, "No, I want her first."

   "No, Chris can go..."

   "You first or nothing," Anthony sighed.

   "I’ll wait out here," Chris promised.

   "Cool," Anthony said.

   He turned to the back of the room and entered the kitchen. Colleen shook her head, nervous, and followed him. They went through the kitchen and entered a back hall. There were four other doors. Anthony stopped at the first one on the right and entered. Colleen stopped at the open door and turned to the kitchen to see Chris standing there, watching, cautious and supportive.

   The room was just as bad as the rest of the house.

   "Jesus, do you even have parents?" Colleen asked.

   Anthony stood in front of the bald and dirty mattress, staring at her, penetrating. "No."

   Colleen looked at him. Something deep inside of her believed him. She felt cold.

   "Close the door," Anthony commanded.

   She did, but not all the way, fearing that she would get locked in.

   Anthony raised his hand and pointed at her, then pointed to the spot in front of him. Colleen, looking down, trying to keep her heart in her chest, did as told. She knelt down in front of Anthony. She looked up at him and into his cold blue eyes. She tried to smile, but she didn’t think it mattered to him.

   He motioned to his groin and said, "Shall I, or you?"

   Colleen, faking experience, said, "I’ll do it."

   She looked at his groin. She could see a bulge pointing towards his thigh. It didn’t seem that unusual to her, not like a python snake. Colleen undid the button of his jeans and slid the zipper down, just barely sliding her fingers under the material. His white briefs shined out from the open fly. She pulled the jeans down, helping him slip them off his feet. The erection pointed East West and straining under the cotton. She wanted to ask about the pin-sized wet spot on the end, but didn’t, not wanting to come off as a child.

   "Are you just going to look at it?" Anthony prodded. "I mean this is what you came here for."

   Colleen smiled up at him, and then cleverly shook her bangs in front of her eyes so that she could close them. She moved her hands to his underwear and touched the bulge. It felt hard and jerked from her touch. She heard Anthony release a sigh. Her heart pounded. Images of the snake shooting out of his underwear and biting her neck invaded her mind. Chris was gonna find her dead body with a big old chunk missing from her neck and her pussy bleeding from Anthony’s dick. Shit, and what about Chris? After Anthony kills her with the snake would he go for her?

   "I’ve had seventh graders do better," Anthony said.

   Colleen pulled his underwear down, and then tensed for an attack.

   "Good girl," he complimented.

   Nothing attacked her.

   Keeping her eyes closed, Colleen reached out for the air in front of her, searching. Anthony, annoyed, grabbed her hand and placed it on his shaft, "Here."

   It didn’t feel unusual. It was dry and hard. Colleen opened her eyes and looked directly at the penis. And that’s exactly what it was: a penis.

   She smiled up at him, relieved. But Anthony looked annoyed.

   "What the fuck are you waiting for? Do I have to teach you or something?"

   He then violently grabbed her head and pushed it towards his groin.

   Colleen screamed out and jerked away from him. She fell back on the floor, cowering.

   "What is your problem?"

   "I changed my mind," Colleen said.

   "Fuck that," he spit out.

   He moved towards her, anger flaring. Colleen hopped on her feet and made a dash for the door. Anthony came up behind Colleen and pushed her against the door, knocking the wind out of her. He then grabbed her frame and threw her on the bed. Anthony moved closer to her, hard and drippy.

   Colleen screamed.

   Anthony moved on top of Colleen and grabbed at her clothes. Colleen squirmed and screamed underneath his weight. He managed to pull her jeans and panties down.

   There was a loud smack, a collision of flesh and wood.

   Anthony fell flat on her.

   Colleen pushed his limp body off and pulled her pants up.

   "Are you all right?" Chris asked.

   Colleen looked at her friend. She stood by the bed with a small wooden stool in her hands and a freaked out expression on her face. With her jeans fastened, Colleen stood next to Chris.

   "Do you think you killed him?" Colleen asked.

   "I don’t know. I didn’t think I hit him that hard."

   They looked down at his body. Anthony laid on his back, half dressed, and his erection sailing South.

   Chris moved closer to him and reached out for his neck. "I feel a pulse." She moved away from the body and lowered the bat. "Lets get the fuck out of here."

   "My God, what is that?" Colleen asked.

   Anthony’s belly started to bubble under his skin; inhuman indigestion. The bubble moved down the belly and under the pubic area.

    "Is he gonna cum?" Chris asked.

    The bubble filled the penis and made it erect, heading for the tip. The hole in his penis spread out, giving way for a dark gray membrane. At first it looked like it was blowing a bubble, but then the exposed membrane started to split in three spots. Two small splits for red and black eyes and one major one for a mouth, revealing razor thin teeth, coated with yellow saliva. The membrane stretched out a few feet, defining itself as a snake.

   Chris raised the stool while pressing to the door with Colleen, both mesmerized by the creature in front of them.

   "Holy crap," Chris managed to say.

   The gray snake, still sleeved in the penis, turned to the girls and stared at them.

   Anthony’s body remained still, possibly dead.

   The snake lunged at the girls.

   They screamed out and opened the door behind them.

   The snake didn’t get too far, anchored by Anthony’s body.

   Colleen and Chris ran out of the room, screaming out of the house.

   Since that day, they never heard from Anthony Morri again or even saw him in the school halls. Rumor has it that he got in a fight over at the McDonald's and killed the assistant manager there. He was possibly serving time somewhere for his crime.

©2003 Mike E. Purfield

Mike E. Purfield is the author of Dirty Boots, Owel and Osmosis, and Stereo Sanctity. You can find him at www.geocities.com/mikeepurfield.