Mostly obscured from the main road Cheryl and Triston parked their cars beside the building to provide the most space to conduct their activity. They had talked briefly with the skateboarders who advised them to not break any glass, not fire any guns, and to not drink. The young men seemed honest and possibly a little friendly.
Triston readied his ballista and Cheryl readied her slingshot.
“What is this thing again?” Bobby asked.
“It’s a ballista. It’s a medieval siege weapon. It’s like a really big crossbow,” Triston said. “We can take turns but I go first.”
They left the trunk open with the dildos piled inside in a nice stack. Triston and Cheryl took theirs out first and readied them in their devices.
“Are we doing this together?” Cheryl asked.
“Together,” Triston said.
“3, 2, 1,” they said, “and fire!”
They each fired their device sending the rubbery toys out into the air. Cheryl’s launched vertically, quivering the most noticeably as it flew but still going the farthest while Triston’s seemed the most dangerous as it hit head first and bounced several feet. Everyone cheered at the inaugural launch.
“Everyone take a turn then we’ll go collect them,” Triston said.
Despite the shortcomings of his device Triston cheered each time they fired a toy, enjoying the absurdity of what they were doing. They were feeling comfortable and on their second turns when the skateboarders took notice and began to approach. The skateboarders had worked up a sweat by then and many of them were shirtless.
“What are those things?”
“What are you launching?”
Walter held the slingshot in the ready position and looked to the other members of his group who looked at each other curiously.
The skateboarders made their way to the back of the cars, amongst the group, the two leaders, the two representatives, who had been sent to talk to them earlier made it closest to the open trunk.
“What are those? Are those dildos?”
“Uh yeah, they’re supposed to be destroyed,” Triston said.
“Where did you get so many?”
“I work at an adult store,” Triston said.
“That’s cool,” the guy said.
“Can we watch?”
Triston looked around to everyone else who shrugged their shoulders or else nodded, then said that they could watch, participate even if they wanted. The guy who had asked reached into the trunk and took out a long toy. He held it at the base, shook it, causing it to vibrate.
“Holy shit, look at this thing,” he said.
Another skateboarder reached in and took out another one. He ran his fingers over the surface, laughing as he did, then gripped it in a similar fashion. He began to swing it through the air like a sword and it wasn’t long before several others picked up their own and began doing the same. They took turns stabbing at each other and pretending to have sword fights.
“So, uh, are you guys like gay?” one of them asked.
“Yeah,” Triston answered.
“That’s cool, Alex over here is gay.”
Triston looked to Alex who looked to the ground as his face turned red with embarrassment. He wasn’t sure if the young men were joking but somehow it didn’t matter. It wasn’t long before they got back to launching the toys. It was easier with more people.
In all of the activity the groups merged together, separated, and were back together again, each talking with a member of the other. They took turns launching the phallus shaped objects, laughing and cheering, competing even.
Eventually the fun began to wear thin, especially for Triston, Darrell, and Bobby who began to worry about their other obligations. After completing one last round they made their way back to the cars and tossed the toys inside the trunk.
Bobby noticed first that someone was missing from his group. He got Triston’s attention who did a quick count, pointing to each of them. Darrell, Walter, Doug, and Cheryl were right there.
“Where’s Spencer?” Triston asked.
The skateboarders looked at each other, unsure who was who but took an accounting of the members of their own group.
“Where’s Alex?” one of them asked.
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