Eternal - 3. Chapter 3: Trinity

Eternal

Chapter Three: Trinity

Baby continued to monitor the situation. There was a lot of wiggling and pushing and pulling as the two jockeyed for position. And there were a lot of vocalizations that were almost echoes of each other. And then Baby sensed something else, a joining of their bodies. And there was more. The essence. Baby knew where he came from. For a lack of a better word, Baby knew his soul came from the essence poured into him by Charlie. And that was what Charlie was doing now, he was pouring essence into the kid. Baby knew Charlie and the kid were having sex. He heard about sex all day long on the radio and he was very curious, so he drew closer and closer to the fountain that was Charlie, and suddenly he was pulled into it. He was pulled thru Charlie and then thru the kid and then he shot up in a gusher into the cosmos.

Charlie was ecstasy. He was essence, the stuff of creation. The essence sought him out, it blessed him and cursed him. All because he had the gift to begin with. He was born a child of the universe. He was a vessel, a portal, a channel. He was a molder of thought. The voice. The word. And now he was the father of a new eternal. And he would be tied to his son for a thousand years. It was the kid’s first step. It was Charlie’s third step. Both of them only beginning the long path toward… the infinite.

Charlie was trying his best to take it slow and easy. For all he knew this was the kid’s first time. But the kid definitely wanted this at the moment and the essence would drive all thought or reason out of the kid’s mind until it’s purpose was completed. It was hard to remain still while the kid savaged his genitals with licks and nibbles and sucks. The kid’s own stuff was only inches from his face and obviously wanted attention, but again Charlie hesitated. He had to feed the kid, the essence would see to it, but Charlie could restrain himself from feeding. Or so he thought until the kid swallowed him whole. There was no thought then only need and hunger and a burst of exhilaration. Charlie simply willed the kid naked. And there standing proud now between two sculpted thighs was perfection. And Charlie understood that this perfection did not want worship, it sought utility and service. It wanted to fulfill it’s design and purpose. Creation. Charlie took perfection into his mouth and sucked hard closing the circuit. And the essence surged, coursing round and round, rejoicing in it’s purpose. Transformation for the son and elevation for the father. And for the third, duality. Baby’s confused wish was answered. To be a part of this union. And the universe spun out further into the void and the void answered, sucking the universe into countless black holes. And the father and the son and the truck became as one.

Charlie had no idea how long his orgasm lasted; he had passed out, evidently, because he was now aware of his surroundings. But something was wrong, very wrong. He was lying across the kid who was kind of snoring. A cute little snuffle. That is where normal ended and weird began because the kid was lying on top of a very large young man who had the biggest shit eating grin Charlie had ever seen. And all three of them were lying in the middle of the street. Well they were next to the curb. How long had they lay there? And then Charlie realize something, where was his truck? “Baby.” Charlie called out. “Yes, Charlie?” the shit grin asked.

Charlie had carried the kid into his house and put him to bed. The kid looked to be good and out and would be staying that way for some time. Baby was another matter all together. The shit grin never left his face for one thing. And he was looking at everything like it was his first time seeing it. Well, Charlie guessed he is seeing everything for the first time after all with eyes. And he kept touching things, Charlie included. And Baby was naked. And Baby was ’Oh, baby’!

“You know we should be talking.” Baby said to Charlie who was heading to the kitchen. He wanted a beer. And maybe a few shots. Wait didn’t he have some hundred year old scotch in the basement. Now was the perfect time to drink it. Right? “Why wont you look at me Charlie, I am still Baby?” Charlie turned around and couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “You have a huge boner Baby, that’s what I am trying not to look at. Not to mention all the other muscles.” God I am going to start with the beer and then work my way thru that scotch so help me. “So you like the new me?” Baby asked. “Everyone is going to like the new you, but hell where is my truck? My truck, my baby, my best friend.” Charlie was confused. Baby’s grin got bigger if that could be possible, he took Charlie’s hand and tugged. “Come with me.” Baby led Charlie out to the driveway and left Charlie to watch as he walked ten feet down the drive and morphed into a truck. “Get in Charlie.”

Baby let Charlie drive. Baby decided he would let Charlie do anything he wanted and the sooner the better. Except Baby suspected it was going to be later, because a Hummer was closing in fast behind them and Baby just knew it meant trouble. “I see it Baby, it’s Grant. We are going to pull over and stop. I owe Grant one.” Charlie parked and stepped out of his truck… uh Baby. Oh well he would figure it out later. Now he had to deal with Grant who was also getting out of his vehicle. Grant slammed his door and stood waiting and glaring at Charlie. “Well, I am in his debt after all.” Charlie told himself as he walked toward his sometime friend, sometime lover, sometime enemy.