One Fuckin Day

So? Has it ever happened to you? Happened to me. I thought it was Wednesday; so happens it was Tuesday. I pulled up to the valet, let them park my car, and walked into the Casino expecting Karaoke.

I’d been cuming here for a few months to sing and suck up the applause. I must say it is about me, all eyes on me, flirting as I sing slutty songs from the seventies and eighties.

Imagine if you can, oh-my-god. It was comedy night. I’d already ordered two of the House Bloody Mary’s, picked a table in the corner, and listened. Nothing was funny. I got way better shit than these guys; including the girls with no delivery. I raised my hand. It’s not like they didn’t know me.

I walked up shaking my head taking the mic. It can be hard seeing people with lights in your eyes; fuck it. “All this shit with Covid, lives have changed. And I’m not talking about the stuff most of us think about; my buddy called me up the other day.” And I sucked long and hard on my straw.

“He starts, Dude? Ok. It can only be bad when a guy starts like that. These wings are driving me crazy,” And I got the response I was looking for.

“There flapping in my eyes and shit; you gotta help me out.” Another long pull from the straw, and the look.

“I’m thinking some birds had nested in his hair.” I was grabbing my nuts thinking. Another long draw from the very large straw and a lick of salt.

“Dude. You got to cum over and cut my hair. Wait? What???”

“OK. Honestly.”

“Now we’d been there for each other, if you know what I mean; oh; sit your sorry ass down. I came here to sing.” And the guy sat back down.

“It was like, Dude. I’m just letting mine grow. I’ll help you out he told me.” And I smiled now able to see the eyes looking at me.

“OK, folks. That statement just opened a whole norther can of worms. I mean I can pull up a picture of him on my phone. I’ll be there in a half, I told him. Oh. Sit your ass down.” I told the guy up front.

“So the door was ajar and I walked in hearing water; he was in the shower. I got what I expected, he was jacking off; no big surprise. Oh. Grow up, people.” Another long pull and I pointed at the bartender.

“His hair was long and I am no hairdresser. Look at my hair.” And everybody laughed.

“He knew I knew. I was ten minutes early, after all. The water turned off and the doors opened; you all want to know what I saw?” and the woman were on their feet.”

“Plug his ears,” I told them.

“He is like two of my hands as I stacked them; I’m just a little bigger; not tooting my own horn girls.” And I had a new straw to suck on.

“OK. Keep your fingers in his ears. DUDE? And I saw unborn children going down the drain and drowning on his knuckles. You got their ears plugged, Right? I really don’t want to die, tonight. You’re all shameless bitches.” OK. I’m getting fucked up right now. And drinks were lining up.

“I came to sing and wound up telling a story that will cost me a blowjob. Wait? Did I say that out loud?” And everybody laughed.

What happened? What Happened? Came from these women who would have left the men in the truck and called them in the morning had they cum home with me.

“I cut his hair.” I smiled. I waited. And I smiled more.

I saw this chick, just a black vest, her fingers in a guy’s ears. I did not want to get on a first-name basis with, either of them. I was getting flagged for over five minutes.

“Dude? You really want to follow me?” I asked watching him shake his head no.

“What happened?” Came a few voices.

“I cut his hair.” And I waited.

“What happened after you cut his hair?”

“So? Do you think I’m one to get blown and tell? I am a guy who appreciates a good body and looks; Like you,” And I pointed at a guy who probably had to show ID.

“And you,” as I pointed to a young lady.

“I bet you have never bought a drink for yourself?” And that got me a big old smile.

I didn’t realize. I curled a finger, she pulled her fingers from Biff’s ears and joined me on stage. He was not amused.

“So? What’s your name, Hun?” and she smiled at me.

“What’s yours,” She asked sliding her arm around my waist giving me the, ‘please fuck me eyes.’

“I’m in witness protection. Can’t tell you.” I said in a slutty voice that caused more laughter.

She retreated and I sat with the mic. I thought about why I came tonight and what I really wanted to do; sing. There was no soundtrack, it was just me.

I thought about all the songs that were burned into my memory. I looked at the guy whose girlfriend, or whatever, sat down next to him. “When you’re in love with a beautiful person, it’s hard.” And I tipped my imaginary hat to him. It is hard being with anybody who is beautiful.

My head tilted side to side and everyone seemed to pick it up. “When you’re in love with a beautiful,” And women faded.

I have never labeled, like the cute guys I noticed when I started. I refuse to use he or her when I sing, every girl or boy, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Most everybody was clapping or keeping time on their tables.

“Don’t worry if someone hangs up when you answer the phone; they're leaving with you tonight. When you’re in love.”

“Maybe it’s just your ego problem, probably shit all up in your head, but you’re in love with a beautiful person.” The bartender came up, setting another glass on the floor pointing to the guy I was singing to.

“So you all want to know what happened after the haircut? When you do a solid for a buddy it has to be returned; am I right, guys?” And some laughter followed.

“Cum on? You all want to know?” And all I could see were nods.

“He cut my man bun at the rubber band, that’s why I look like this,” and I ran fingers through my hair. Now that was just fuckin funny right there.

“Like I was telling you my friend,” The guy I was singing to.

“It’s not her, It’s you. If you can’t trust her or your friends, walk away. As long as you see that look; you know the one I’m talking about. Count your blessings.” And I bowed, grabbed my drink on the stage, and attempted to walk off.

Everyone was on their feet, you couldn’t even get in the bar because of all those who’d walked away from their slots to listen and watch me. I stopped.

“So??? What do you want?” I asked.

More songs, make us laugh, tell us something we don’t know. What to do? Considering I hadn’t made it off the stage yet. “When I was seventeen I got pulled over. Story be told, everybody who was driving on the sidewalk that night was being pulled over; now that’s profiling, right there.” And laughter ensued.

I am a big Ron White fan. “The cop knew me, we grew up a few doors from each other, then he asked me my name. Ron, Tater Salad, White, I told him.”

The opening to the bar was like ten people deep wanting in.

“So? Like twenty years later, I walked into a bar with my hat on and a punk; I assume was a bouncer, walked up.”

Another long pull off a straw that could have basted a turkey. “We don’t wear hats in here; only fags wear hats. And he kind of puffed a little.”

“I don’t think so Scooter.” An I laughed at his lisp. But I took my hat off anyway and after a shot or two, my hat somehow found the top of my head again. I forgot, ever happen to you? Happened to me today.”

“Needless to say, I was ejected from the bar. I was apparently charged with, ‘drunk in public’, And he asked if I was Ron, Tatter, Salad, White?”

Now it was like all these people had no idea who Ron White was. This was golden. “You caught me, caught the Tatter.” And I swear my straw was like one of those real big fuckin straws.

“You hear me, bro?” And I toasted him.

“He is the most beautiful person they know; don’t watch your friends. It will never end but who goes home with you?” And my finger ran around the room.

There was no way anyone could crowd into the bar; it was ten deep. People were stuffing bills in the jar, I saw everyone who couldn’t even get in and more walking up.

“I came to sing, thought, it was Wednesday; ever happen to you? See you tomorrow.’ That didn’t cut it.

“What do you want?” I asked again needing to know.

“You are funnier than Shit, Dude.” A guy screamed?”

It took me a minute. “Ever had a thing you couldn’t reach or maybe not be able to see? Some might call it a pimple; sure let’s just call it that. You would have to be standing where I am now to understand all the eyes I see.” And it hit me.

“The buddy I told you about helped me out. If you got, Buds, you know what that means. For you other boys, you might just want to plug your own ears.” I think everyone had left their machines.

“So. I had this thing; we’ll call it a pimple. OK. It was between here and here.” And I showed them.

The place was a sea of laughter. “I said, Dude! You got to help me. The pimple was the size of a fuckin pea. It grew between the boys and my Hershey Highway; if you get my drift.” I couldn’t believe the shit cuming out my mouth.

“Now don’t think I hadn’t tried, I had pinched and shit; I just couldn’t fuckin see it, ok? Try doing this shit with a mirror between your legs.” As far as I could see were eyes and empty machines.

“OK? Think about someone you trust. I had this thing I could see in a mirror under my balls, could feel it, it looked angry, and I’m not talking about; a little pissed off.” And the place erupted.

“This isn’t funny, folks. It was like a hematoma! I had assumed he would tell me it needed to be drained. Wait what?” The place was smoking hot.

“It’s not funny, people. Ok, girls, plug your ears. Plug your ears and turn around.” And I waited.

The guys seemed to push them back. “I needed a second point of view. How many of you have buds that would do that for you? I hope every one of you does.” And a silence happened.

“Dude? He asked from between my legs. How long has that bun been in the oven?” I sucked long and hard on the new straw, almost choked at what I said.

“I knew it was a bad idea, letting him see between here and there,” with another hand gesture.

“OK, Guys? Do you have a friend like mine? I was on his bed with my legs spread, I’m helping by bending up and pointing with my index finger like he needed a road map to the.” I stopped for a suck on a dick-sized straw. I was getting hammered fast.

“Dude. I gotta find a safety pin or something, he told me in what could only be described as. OK? God. They make good Bloody Mary’s here.”

“I mean; I was in a less than the manly situation. It seemed so natural as he lifted my balls for a closer inspection from between my legs.” Now a lot of hands were waving at me. Suits with badges.

“The sheep hook is gonna grab me any second now.” And I pointed to them.

It was like in concert; “What happened? And you guys touch him we are all walking out.” And I was just getting glared at by the suits.

I took full advantage of this and continued. “Hun, can you hold this for me?” I asked this twenty-something girl.

The girl came up and I handed her the mic. I got on the floor, on my back, and lifted my spread legs in the air; I motioned to her.

“So this was the position I was in, minus the pants. He lifted my balls like a doctor, Inspected the tumor, Dude!” I was looking at everybody sideways.

“What??? I asked running my finger across it. I think I need my first aid kit. Wait? What? Can’t you just poke it or something? I asked trying to visualize what he was seeing.”

I picked up the drink and sucked the straw sideways. “We’re gonna need gauze or maybe a hot washcloth. He said it like; fuck, I don’t know. Something made me realize this was gonna hurt like a MOFO.” I was on fire. This was better than singing.

“So it wasn’t the first time I’d been in this position;” Laughter ensued.

“Grow up people.” And I smiled.

“Well, it was the first time for this particular thing. I got this stuff, he told me holding up a little tube of whatever; just do it, I told him.” So the Casino held about twelve hundred and half of them were raped around the ten-foot door twenty deep.

“Now I probably could have done this myself; seeing how easy he did it. Well I didn’t actually see; it was more what I felt. I mean, in this position,” And I took a breath.

“You know when you feel something and it feels like a pea? Chances are it’s a grape. I knew what he was going to do, relieve the pressure under my nuts. But. His one hand pulling my nuts up tightening skin was getting the little guy's attention. What can I say??? Shit. I’ve already said little guy; so there’s no fixing that.” And I thanked the sweet girl and got up.

“So? It’s safe to say, you understand the gravity of the situation? I was now hard as a rock; grow some skin, folks. The release of pressure was like climaxing. And I felt the hot washcloth milking the Nectarine between here and here.” Guys were busting a nut, not literally, but in laughter.

“When it cums to utter gratitude, what can a guy do?” And I waited straight-faced.

“Well???” Came in unison.

“Well??? What???” I asked still straight-faced.

“What’d you do???” It was like a choir.

“What???” I asked.

“Tell me you didn’t suck him off?” That was the guy I sang to.

“Pull your head out the gutter. I told him I owed him, beat off, in his bathroom, and after pulling my pants up, went home.” And I gave him the, I’ll suck you off’ eye.

I saw suit guys listening to the buds in their ears, Triable Cops were cuming through the door in force. I looked around, at least five hundred people. This might not end well.

“I’ll see you all tomorrow night, hope you’re ready for some music?” And I walked off stage with no assistance.

I was though escorted to what we’ll call the underbelly of the Casino. It was hard not laughing at his attire, beads, and shit. He wasn’t smiling flipping his ponytail “You cost us probably twenty-thousand dollars tonight.”

“You don’t let go of my arm slick, you’ll be eating with your other hand for the next three months.” I don’t like people thinking they can manhandle me and shit like that.

I was ball-peened-hammered-hammered, by now. “Look Chief’s,” maybe it was one but I was seeing double. Who fuckin knows?

“You will cum and we’ll give you two thousand dollars.” And he folded his arms.

“Fuck that. Wait. Did I say that out loud?” I guess I had.

“You can fuck yourself, Chief. You can double fuck yourself.’ And the little brave holding my arm will now only be able to eat with his left hand for the next couple of months.

I knew I could take three or four of them with ease; was ready, but, as I said, I was fucked up. That’s an important little piece of information that needs to be taken into consideration. The beaded one stood and probably, saved my life.

The young guy with the most beautiful long black hair was led away; I felt bad but it was on him. I’d never been in a situation like this before. Nobody would know and my body might have never been found. “Five.” He said.

I was like; five what?

“You show up on Tuesdays for the next month and I’ll give you, five-grand, every week.” I was floored.

Now I could have been drug out and no one would have been the wiser. When I walked down the stairs there he stood. The guy I sang to.

No Valet tonight, my car would sleep here. UBER. Little did I know it was his truck. “She was my sister.” He told me.

There was little talking; we were only like fifteen minutes from my place. He followed my hand motions and the outside lights came on. Now, I could have thanked him, let him drive away. That didn’t happen. Well, yes it did.

I got a really good look at him. We were close to the same as far as body mass, goes. He was handsome with a five o clock shadow and that ‘aw shucks mam’ thing going on.

This isn’t me. I don’t do this kind of shit. I don’t hook up; though I knew I could at that minute. He was at least fifteen years younger than me, fuck; what more do I need to say.

What’s your name he asked?” and I laughed.

“Witness protection, remember?”

“I’m Carl. And I’ll be there tomorrow.” I closed the door then walked into the house with, such regret.

I beg to say; it’s been a long time. I watched him go out the drive, second-guessing myself the whole time. I mean if he wasn’t dressed for girls; he definitely was dressed for boys.

Thinking about the night brought a smile. I fuckin spanked a Casino on their bare ass. It wasn’t on my bucket list, but thinking about it. A herd of people walked out behind us. Carl, we would look at each other face to face, or me looking at him from behind.

Waking and jacking off in the morning, I thought about the day. Bottom line; I was gonna fuck Carl! And the Casino would be the cream. A neighbor drove me back. It was Karaoke tonight. This was my wheelhouse. I know I made a fuckin splash last night.

Again I ordered two and took the table in the corner. I saw him walk in alone and dressed better than last night. I gave him the head nod. His pants were tighter and made what he was holding in the front and back, more prominent. Fuck me into next week!

I really didn’t want to sing; I was so… much better last night and I had a ton of shit. I gave the tender my list. I really didn’t want to be here. When I took the stage it happened all over again.

It was a soundtrack. I sat waiting on a stool till it started. ‘There’s a light, a certain kind of light. That’s never shown on me.” I saw it happen again.

People pulled cards from slots and moved to the bar. “I want my life to be, lived with you, lived with me.” The fuckin guys in suits were back.

“Come on. There’s a way, everybody says; to do each and every little thing.” Carl stood and stepped between the suits and me.

I took the time and saw people pulling their cards, leave their machines, and move to the bar. It was a repeat of last night. “You don’t know what it’s like; to love somebody, love somebody; the way I love you.” This was a hard song for me.

I fuckin love Keith Urban. I hate when the lyrics make me cry. It wasn’t just that but Carl was chest smacking guys who worked for the Casino. There was no doubt they would have to go through him, to get to me.

‘You don’t know what it’s like, baby, you don’t know what it’s like. To love somebody, to love somebody, the way I love you.”

I saw Tribal Cops cuming back in and I pulled Carl to the stage. If one of us goes down, we both go down. Thing was, I had another friend. He was a writer for a local paper who just so happened to see a repeat of what I described to him on the phone this morning.

“You don’t know what it’s like.” If last night was a fire, this was an inferno.

I waited and my next one was loaded. ‘Your hand fits in mine like it’s made just for me.’ I really like this song.

‘But bare this in mind; it was meant to be. I’m joining the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me.’ I moved off the stage and walked around.

This is a song about love and self-shame, I’d done it before. ‘I know you’ve never liked the crinkles by your eyes, when you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs.’

I walked to the red rope that hung at the entrance, stepped over it, and saw they had me on all the screens; my back now. There were people slow dancing. I made eye contact with those who fit the words to this song.

People stepped aside allowing me to freely move, ‘The dimples at the bottom of your spine, but I love them endlessly.’

I held out my hand to this girl and mouthed, dance with me. Her eyes were what caught my attention; I’m an eye guy. I held the mic with my right and I pulled her to me with my left as her head rested on my chest.

‘I won’t let these little things slip from my mouth, but if I do, it’s you they add up to.’ I bowed, kissed her hand, and moved on.

I was doing high fives with guys, nodding to girls with eyes that could launch a thousand ships, and this kid about twenty-five pulled me into a hug. He whispered something and kissed my cheek.

I could see the door, blue lights outside, and nobody was getting in. ‘You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea, and maybe that’s the reason you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations Are the secrets that I keep; though it makes no sense to me.

I spotted an elderly couple dancing and walked towards them. I put an arm around each of them and felt the love. This was new for me, I always stayed on stage because the door wasn’t blocked with a sea of people.

I moved on, everyone made a path. ‘I know you never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh, but you still squeeze into those jeans.’

It was all so… much more personal now. It just seemed to make sense to me. As I made my way back to the stage, the guys undoing the red rope this time, I sang to the early birds who were lucky enough to be seated in the bar.

‘I won’t let these little things out of my mouth, but, if I do, It’s true. Cause if I do, it’s you, oh it’s you they add up to. I’m in love with you and all your little things’. It was a two song limit but limits are just rules meant to be broken.

I looked at my list and pointed as I traded a mic for the headset. I needed to speed things up. The faster music started and I began to move. ‘Night Falls on the City. Baby feels the beat; a slick and sexy angel on the street. The queen of all the night birds; watch her when she walks. Everybody in the bar was on their feet.

‘But Baby makes her blue-jeans talk’. And I started pointing fingers at blue jeans. There was humping along with twerking; think that’s what they call it. It’s kind of funny. Baby makes her blue jeans talk. That was apparently my last song.

I followed the guys. “You’re done here,” he told me. “You won’t get past the door.”

“We’ll see about that, Chief. Bet we’re front-page news tomorrow.” And I walked back down the stairs wanting to see the look on his face.

There he was again. How had I missed this brick shit house? A wife-beater, extra tight 501’s. His hair was kind of buzzed on the sides with everything on top covering the sides.

How in the hell had I missed those eyes? I can’t even give them a color under this light. “Feel like getting arrested together? At least I might find out your name.” He had already gone all in.

“Ryan,” I told him.

The Casino was like pandemonium. We are talking like Running of the Bulls. Carl and I stepped aside then made it to the door. I flagged an UBER. There was silence between us then he just couldn’t shut up.

“You… fuckin… rocked…; not just tonight, but last night. You should go on the road.”

He didn’t get it, “Then it becomes work, Carl. I been there and done that, working like that doesn’t interest me anymore.” And we pulled in the drive.

I gave the guy my card and told him to drop Carl, where ever. He got out of the backseat, “Give us a minute.” I told the guy.

“I am not going back with him and if you really want me to leave; I’ll walk.”

I reached back in taking my card and motioned towards the greenhouse. I don’t smoke in the house and this little oasis was my smoking-room; I grew no plants there.

So let’s set the stage. My house is huge, three levels going uphill, greenhouse below looking out on a small meadow. The sky was clear, the moon full, it was almost like day.

Did I say I like firelight??? Well, I do. I motioned to the greenhouse as I threw a match and the blaze that had been waiting for me ignited. What am I gonna fuckin do???

I saw the patio heater start, walked in, and realized he’d found all my shit and laid it out. I sat next to the glass watching the fire start to take off; it’s not like it was a barn burner or anything.

I reached for the cutter, the sharp thing that cuts the end of my cigar. The lighter, sucked on it like a dick, then blew the smoke in the air reaching for the store-bought joint. The entire time I watched him.

“How old are you?” He asked.

“Don’t get me started on time. How old do you think I am?”

“A minute. Is that old enough?” I seriously never expected that.

“So maybe an hour; let’s just call it a day.” And he looked at me like I was the prey.

“Tie your laces, slick. Your walking home.” And I stood.

Now face to face I knew that wasn’t happening.

“Sit down because you know, damn-good and well, I’m not going home.” He said it with such conviction, I believed it.

I pulled the wife-beater from his torso and over his head, felt the muscles of his front, and took my shirt off. I still really couldn’t tell the color of his eyes but they were talking to me.

I sat again and put a match to the store-bought then passed it to him. Turns out he’s like twenty years younger than, yours’s truly. It was obvious he wasn’t walking back to the seine of the crime.

“That’s a huge house,” he said as we walked towards it.

Through the front door on the second floor, left was my living room, my bedroom off of that. “There’s six upstairs, do whatever you want,” I told him.

He settled back in a chair with still no shirt. OK. I walked through the double doors and striped, put on shorts that made what I was packing show; and walked back out.

“That was really cool, what you did tonight. You have a way with people. Those old folks, you didn’t need to do that; and those girls. You sure as hell didn’t need to do that either.” He said looking at me.

“It would be best if you went upstairs and picked a room, Carl.” This was his last chance. He didn’t move. One of us was gonna get fucked tonight. Fuck is such a crude word.

He followed me to my shower and striped as I did. What a body he had, dick was half hard and was impressive still on the way to being totally hard. I took a deep breath and turned the water on.

What in the hell did he see in me that had him hardening? Enough of that. The shower. The water was more than warm when he opened the doors, stepped in, and we saw each other like this for the first time.

He was a tank, not in a huge in a bulked up way, but fuck me till I’m dead. Again I wondered what he saw in me, I’m twenty years his senior. He washed me as I did him, hands over muscles, finding familiar things. “This doesn’t mean you’re sleeping in my bed,” I told him. OK. That was a fuckin lie.

Still wet we walked to my bed. A dick in my mouth was something that had been a long time. I thought it would be him, but it was his tool that found my butt.

He was gentle, the big head finding home, I pushed back. It had been years, a big cock in my ass. I’m not a bottom. It wasn’t reckless. He was tender beyond belief. I’d think I had reached my limit, he seemed to know, just seemed to know, and waited.

In my bed that had been empty for years, his part, it poked at me. If I’m honest, He split me in two. Thought it would have been me taking him, but he did all boys proud.

After watching him still in morning slumber and afterglow I was making breakfast, happy with what I was holding, he came up behind me. “Hope you’re gonna return the favor.”

I choked and gagged, sucked him for all I was worth, then swallowed what I managed to pull from him. The smoke alarm went off because shit in the kitchen was catching fire.

Oh. If I was only his age again. I did him in the kitchen, the greenhouse, and in the grass. We spent three days together doing what boys do, talked, sucked, and pulled from the other countless unborn children. Best few days of my life.

I showed up on Tuesday. “My buddy called me. Dude? I know it always starts like this. I got this shit on my dick, he told me. Well; wipe it off, I said back. No. You don’t get it, he replied’. This would be my first five-grand.

“What are you talking about? I needed more info. I got this shit on my dick, he told me again. Ok. We’ve already gone over this. Well? What is it? I asked not able to see it.” Was I doing this for the money? I mean I was sharing personal shit here.

‘Dude! I said, send me a pic. OK. I had never seen shit like that on a dick before; now don’t go thinking I’ve seen all kinds of dick’s. Grow up, people.” Another pull.

“I got the picture and called him. Dude??? Where you been putting your dick?” And that was downright funny there.

“So? I thought it was a reasonable question; am I wrong?” Another pull from my straw looking for him.

“I mean it was covered with shit that looked like; I was just happy it wasn't on this. Ok, now I called him. Dude? What is that shit all over your cock? If I knew I wouldn’t have sent you a picture, he told me.” Another suck on the straw.

It was hard holding back laughter, now granted, he’d done me a solid, so I went over; I always want to see a cock. Grow up, people.

I looked at him. “So I’ll ask you one more time, where has your cock been? It seemed like he should have been with it considering, it was connected to him? I mean I know where this has been,” as I touched myself.

“He just gave me a glair as I held the thing in my hand.”

I sucked on the straw again. “Dude, as I rolled the thing around in my gloved hand. Methinks, you need, to go to the dick-doctor. I told him.” That caused laughter like thunder.

I had been given parameters. Wasn’t supposed to say cock, dick, fuck, or anything gay. Fuck them. What are they gonna do????

“He was getting hard with my fondling of his unit. It wasn’t what I was trying to do, I just wanted a good look. I mean; I felt sorry for him. So dude? Has your cock been with you all the time??? Where you been putting this thing??? I thought it was a reasonable question.” Another pull on my straw.

What was it? Came from the room. “It was a dick covered with warts. I told him to go to the doctor.”

“How’d he get-em?” Came from a guy upfront.

“How the hell do I know? I don’t have a GPS on his dick.”

What’d he do??? Came from whoever. “He went to a doctor and got some cream; his big dick is as good as new, now.”

I looked around for Carl. It had been five days since he left my house. We’d not exchanged numbers. “So I knew this girl once, she was younger than me; tied me up in knots. Didn’t actually tie me up, but she had me in knots. Get my drift?” And another suck from the straw.

“She liked stuff I didn’t even know about, but I’m a quick study. OK. We need to have this conversation. And I looked out thinking if this was a good idea.
Fuck it. “I know a secret. Anybody, want to know what it is???” Another suck from the straw. Yes, followed.

“Guys like it in the ass because we have this thing in our butt. Girls like it because they like it there; am I wrong, ladies?” And another pull. People were lining up.

“All guys have this button, girls. You go there, they might push you away but push back. Suck them, or use your other charms, and push a finger or two in their poop shoot. They will cum like never before and want it all the time. Sorry guys; didn’t mean to give the grand secret away.” With laughter, I pulled on the straw again.

There were girls looking at guys, guys looking at other guys, knowing. I’d crossed every boundary the Casino had laid out for me. “So here’s the secret girls. Boys put things in their butts when they jack off. Oh. Grow up, people.” Fuckin guys in suits again. Shit.

I was literally pulled from the stage this time. “Grow a set Chief,” I told him with a guy on each arm.

“You think girls don’t want to know what we do when they’re not around??? We all do it. Don’t be a fuckin prude. Where’s my money?” And I pulled an arm and punched the other long-haired Brave.

OK. I took an ass beating and didn’t get my five grand. When I say ‘ass beating’, that’s exactly what I got. I’ll be back.

It took a month for the bruises to fade, ribs to heal, and ice on my nuts. I worked out the entire time, like eight hours a day. That shit Ain’t happening again. I was where I was ten years ago. I walked back in on Wednesday, nobody stopped me.

I mean, yes. I was in a white shirt a size too small, I’d cut my hair short, brass knuckles in my pocket, Fuck em. I didn’t even look around, just stopped at the door looking at the big screen. There he was on stage; I’d walked in just in the nick of time.

“When I saw you standing there, about fell off my chair. And, when moved your mouth to speak, I felt the blood go to my feet.” I just shook my head.

I watched out of his sight and listened with my eyes closed; Lobo. “Now it took time for me to know what you tried so hard not to show: something in my soul just cried. I see the want in your eyes.” And his eyes were closed.

“Baby, I’d love you to want me, the way I want you, the way that it should be. You know you want me to love you the way I want to; if you’d only let it be.” The young Brave with the blackest hair and a cast saddled up next to me.

I looked over and he smiled at me nodding at the stage. It was an infectious smile that I returned nodding at the stage. “You told yourself years ago, you’d never let your feelings show; the obligation that you made for the title that they gave.” I turned and the young man was gone.

I could see him looking at the guy waiting for whatever was next and I took that opportunity to slide into my table.

The girl delivered my two shameless drinks and did that, head nod thing. There he was. Carl, in some band tee-shirt, along with the 501’s, worn in all the right spots, is still on stage. Music started, his hand came up, then it the music stopped. He’d seen me. Music started as he curled his finger with the biggest dimpled smile.

“Lay down.” He began as I walked up. The sweetest fucking voice.

“Let’s explore this tenderness between us, Ryan. There Ain’t no one around at all to see us, Ryan.” Had he been cuming in here for the last month waiting for tonight? This was lyrics to a song, but it was his heart-felt words to me.

‘Where have you been, he mouthed?’ Ok. You just met your equal, slick. I mean he looked hotter than fuck. “Lay down,” I said looking at him.

“Let’s explore this tenderness between us, Carl” Fuck.

We finished, walked out, and spent days doing just that. We talked in bed all sweaty, showered, and talked. He told me what attracted him to me, my voice and humor, and blowing smoke up my ass saying, it was my body and those eyes. Yours don’t lie.

I told him what’d happened, the ass beating I took, and he apologized for not having my back. In bed he ran his hands over me, it was leisurely, not in a sexual way. “Can’t believe you did all this in a month.”

We talked over breakfast and I listened to him talk in his sleep at night. We didn’t wear clothes when we were in the greenhouse, me with a cigar and scotch, and a store-bought passed between us.

Three days later he started to cough. I didn’t give it much thought, I’d just assumed he had been vaccinated. Three days after that I was breathing life into this young man, waiting for the aid car. He was half my age.

“We got all the time in the world, Ryan, so let’s just take it nice and slow. We got everything we need, to plant a loving seed, and all the time to watch it grow.”

All the time to watch it grow. He died six days later on a ventilator. All the time in the world to watch it grow.

Three weeks later I was at the seine of the crime. “Lay down.” I started. I remembered him just weeks ago. I thought I could do this.

‘Let’s explore this tenderness between us, Carl.’ I was dressed in a suit thinking about the three days we had, all the time in the world to watch it grow.’ I reached out to the image of him my mind created next to me.

“Stay down, stay until the firelight stops burning, at least till the room has stopped it’s turning. And when the embers are dying low, we’re lying in the afterglow, it will be as sweet as anything we’ve ever known.”

Just how long is ‘all the time in the world?’ One would think it’s a long time; and it can be. But time is measured in seconds and minutes, hours and days; if we’re lucky, years. But days can be as precious as years.

How long does it take to change a life? To melt the heart of a man who had found comfort in his loneliness? A couple of days is the answer. You would have to know how that feels, your heart growing after years of atrophy.

“And Carl, would you mind, if maybe you and I, took a little time, to find each other? Carl, we had all the time in the world, and not enough time to watch it grow.”

I saw his sister and their mom walk in. I had to use his phone to call them; I called his sister. After days of not sleeping I kissed my fingers and touched his lips; hadn’t seen them since that day.

I had to turn around. I didn’t sing and remembered him singing to me. “Ryan. We got all the time in the world, so why don’t we just take it nice and slow. We got everything we need, to plant a loving seed, and all the time we need to watch it grow.”

I turned back to them; composer, not giving me what I truly needed. “Carl, we had all the time in the world. We took it nice and slow. We had everything we needed to plant a loving seed, and all the time we needed to watch it grow.” His mom and sister had smiles; all I had was tears.

“We got all the time in the world; and all the time to watch it grow. Carl? We had all the time in the world to watch it grow, so why don’t we all just take it nice and slow.” I saw how he looked at me; the kid in the front.

I made the motion to the girl, ran my hand around the room, and pointed to me. She already had my card.

He followed me out. “Go back inside, Kid. Lose your paycheck.” And I kept walking.

“He told me about you!” That caused me to stop.

I was a fucking-blubbering-mess. “Don’t fuck with me, kid.” And I looked at him. He was definitely not fucking with me.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Never mind: He told me about you. We got all the time in the world.”

“You are Sam; Samuel, That’s what he called you?” I saw it in his eyes.

“You just count your blessings, Sam. Carl. Just count your blessings, Sam”

“Wait.” This poor fuckin kid. Tears ran over his cheeks.

He was Carl’s age, and I assumed, had been buds. How could I be so… naive?

“Sam? My heart hurts for you. Do you want to just stand here and fuckin, cry???” And he shook his head. “Follow me.” I told him.

What-in-the-Hell-Am-I-doing????

He was smaller, maybe a year younger. He missed him, went far beyond that, if not more than me; if that’s even possible. It was a repeat. ‘We got all the time in the world.’

What to do. I mean my heart was shriveling; fucking, Carl. Fuckin, Sam. Fuck. Fuck, Fuck.

Know, here I am, Samuel. “Ryan? Can’t you just, let him, the, fuck go? I have.”

“He told me about you; I saw it in his eyes. I wish I saw him look at me like that.”

OK. Just make me feel like a huge douche bag, stepping between these two boys.

“Samuel? He told me about you too. Carl’s heart was huge.”

“He, he, told me about you.” Sam, replied.

I thought about it, years ago, Sam and Carl. It’s not like I hadn’t been there, twenty years ago. That’s why I was what, what I was.

How can life do this? I mean, fuck, son of a bitch. How in the hell? “You are, gonna be fine, Ryan. He told me.’

“Sam; you don’t need to watch the end; I’ve seen it; you don’t want to.

‘We got all the time in the world; so let’s just take it nice and slow. I truly don’t know what the.’ Son of a bitch.

We spent six days together; get your head out of the fuckin gutter. Sam. Son of a bitch. I pictured the two of them together. Brothers. Well. Brothers with benefits.

We were back at the seine of the crime. Fuckin, Sam, could have been my son. “I see your face before me, as I lay on our bed.” And he looked at me with a smile. Goddam it, Sam.

Carl’s mom and sister were there. Shit; it had been three years. When you’re my age in something like this; guilt rains down on you. I stood watching him.

He was twenty-six, twenty years younger than me. “I see your face before me, as I lay on our bed. Don’t freak out, Ryan, It’s everywhere I go.” How could I take a breath so… deep, and him a smile so...

It’s not like I forgot what Carl, and I had. Sam and I had been together for three years. Carl, even though he was gone; he never fuckin left us. So… many conversations the three of us had.

How I look at him? He shares my bed. Has for years. He could be my son. “I kind of get to thinking, of all the things you’ve said.” He looked so… good up there.

I smiled and nodded; bring it home, Slick. “I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes. Your love is all around me.”

FYA:

You just got an eight thousand-word, one-off, from RJC. I think there are lots more but as another Author told me once, “Sometimes you just need to leave it to the imagination of the reader.” Thanks.