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MAKING THINGS HAPPEN

 

I stabbed someone in the face

when I was 15 over a bad drug

deal: a few years in youth

custody then into the big-boys

prison and I don’t won’t to

go back to that hell, no sir,

I’m trying to make things

happen in a good way for me’

he said never making eye-

contact: he shifted nervously

on his feet and looked in

every direction:

‘Listen, I’ve got to go and

meet someone but it was

good to see you’ he said

and moved off into the

bust streets: I watched him

weave through the people,

hoping the man would be

there but he’d have a back-

up plan to score, he was an

old-hand and had his 19th

birthday last week.

 

 

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Joe Russo

Posted: November 9, 2017 in Fiction, Flash, Stuff, Uncategorized
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Anacondas and Bubble Butts 

     With the right underwear, a guy can conquer the world. Marilyn said something along those lines, I think with shoes, but she’s never seen me in my baby blue boxer briefs. I believe boxers are like shoes, with many different kinds and sizes and finding that right pair makes you unstoppable.

I wore my baby blue boxers today because they hugged my ass and wrapped around the bulge in front. It was like a walking weapon, don’t stand too close. Or do. The briefs matched perfectly with my blue eyes, blonde hair and tanned skin.

The world I came to conquer was the gay bar downtown, called Anaconda’s. A fitting name, being that customers were only allowed to wear underwear. I’ve been there many times and made quite the selection of friends.

s-bc16aae00bcb0c0a123f52a8ea0554a82d796485Standing outside was the bouncer, a big hulk-like man named Biscuit. He saw me and smiled.

            “Johnny, looking damn fine,” he said, opening the door for me.

            “Biscuit, just wait,” I told him as I lowered my pants down to the top of the briefs. I knew blue was his favorite color; he’s told me many time since.

I walked inside and stopped at the coat- well, clothes- checker. I removed my shirt slowly because I knew people were watching inside. I rubbed my hands down my chest and fumbled with my jean button. I took them off, and inside I heard moaning.

            “Is that Johnny Cooper?”

            “That’s Johnny fucking Cooper!”

The clothes checker handed me a slip of paper, 69 written at the top. Clever. On the backside, his phone number.

Anaconda’s was the place made for dreams. At every corner, a bubble butt stood. A muscled top sat at the bar. Underpants every shape, size and color were waiting for a simple touch, pat or slap. The bathroom was a joke reserved for those who couldn’t quite wait to go home.

I took my seat at the end of the bar, near the bathroom. The bartender, noting the quick glances from other customers, placed a drink in front of me.

            “Free of charge, Mr. Cooper.”

            I smiled at him. I really should ask for his name but before I could speak he shouts at a group of guys who, towards the dancefloor already crowded with sweaty half naked men, were in the midst of pissing on some poor twink dressed as a unicorn.   

As I took a sip, glancing around the bar I noticed one guy looking right at me. He stood at a table, not moving, blinking or drinking. He wore a black pair of boxer briefs, tight and form fitting. His cock not yet erect but getting there.

I nodded over to him, shocked he hasn’t moved to the seat next to me. His olive skin tone, shined in the light. His black hair was pushed back and greased.

He moved over to me. I pushed the chair out and he sat down.

“Hi. I’m Johnny.”

            “Yo sé quién eres. That’s all these people talk about,” he said, in a think accent. I couldn’t place where he was from though; the music over-powered his small whispering.

“Where are you from?”

            He didn’t answer me. Either he didn’t want to or he couldn’t hear me. I looked back down to his briefs. He was a bottom; his ass looked too good in those briefs.

            “My name is Oliver.”

            I looked over at him. He looked like an Oliver.

            “I’m new to this scene. I just moved here from Texas.”

            “Texas! I’ve never been, would love to go sometime,” I said, taking another sip from my drink.

            “I’ve never been with a man,” Oliver said.

            My eyes smiled.

            “I could show you some things,” I told him, standing up.

He looked around. I bet he was nervous, I was my first time. I grabbed his hands, leading him away from Anaconda’s. Away from the other bubble butts and power tops. Away from the men, groaning, yelling “Dammit. Maybe next time.”

We walk back to my place our clothes back on. Anaconda was only a short fifteen-minute walk and on the way, I learned as much as I could about Oliver. He moved away from Texas because his parents didn’t accept him and said that marriage was between a man and a woman. Final. He wanted to be a writer, which was also unheard of in his family.

Inside I put on some music. Oliver hasn’t listened to Whitney or Barry.

Instead, I pull him into me, kiss his lips. I run my hands down his back, touch his butt. His shirt is so soft.

He runs a hand through my hair, pulling back so he can kiss my neck. In my bedroom, I push him down onto the bed. He kicks his shoes off. I take my jeans off.

            “What do I do?” he asks, still kissing my lips, neck and chest.

            “Ssh, I got this. You just sit back and relax.”

            I take off my underwear and just before I throw them onto the floor I caress his cheeks with them wiping my scent all over him like a puppy marking his spot. I turn him around, give him a little slap. His ass round and his hole ready. Pulsing. I stick my tongue in it, swirl it around form letters like some perverted spelling test. I spell out cock, suck, fuck, raw and slut. He moans and I tell him to be quiet.

“Turn around. Let me see those pretty green eyes.”

His eyes find mine and I look into them. Long. Hard. I wrap my hands around his face and bring him closer to me. Our lips lock and I can tell he’s shy.

“Open your mouth.”

He opens his eyes. “Sí, señor.”

“Your accent is so fucking hot.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Say it in spanish.”

“Quiero que me jodas.”

I tell him I make the rules tonight. “Get on your knees. Face down.” Ready. Set. Go.

As I lay on top of him, each thrust making him squeal in pain or pleasure, I know I’ve conquered Texas and I couldn’t help but wonder where I should go next.


 

Universe

 

just sprinkled

vomit

on my

shit-sandwich

 

emma

is still here though

 

i’ll

be

fine.

 

 


from my wretched eyes

 

a quick

glance

from my

wretched

eyes

 

an angelic

face that

seems to

be defying

age and

time

 

it reminds

me what

a wise old

man told

me when

i was very

young

 

not

everyone

prays to

the same

god

 

 

still in her church clothes

 

i saw this black

woman in the

grocery store

today

 

probably still

in her church

clothes

 

but those long

legs and that ass

bouncing with

each step

 

i could definitely

see her causing

someone to say

the words god

damn at some

point in the

service

 

the depraved

part of my

brain wanted

to go sniff her

panties while

she was over

looking at the

tomatoes

 

but the clever

fuck in me was

busy over at

the bananas

 

hoping to find

one long enough

 

 


A Comfortable Silence

 

Your sour face

matches the taste

of your vagina

The only difference is

the vagina doesn’t speak

I’ll gladly take this orifice

over the other

 

Words can be sharp

Penetrating

like my sexual organ

I’ll slip it in

to mitigate this suffering

Now all I need from you

is silence

If I had two dicks

This would be  so rewarding

 

The day you learn

to shut the fuck up

Is the day I’ll order pizza

We’ll celebrate

Have a little party

Until that day comes

Please

let me cum in peace

In the meantime

pass me another Xanax

 

“Yearning For This Moment”

 

Prancing around

in the sunshine

10 out of 10

Big bouncing

C cups

An ass

tighter than a noose

 

Her body

could cure

a hangover

Make you cum

with the quickness

In the gloom

of the rain

Nothing but charm

in tune with nature

 

Naturally I long

to feel

her warm

embrace

It’s like

a provocative sitcom

Living it out

Anticipating the end

When a new beginning

will blossom

The cum will flow again

 

 

 

 


SUGAR DADDY

 

Twenty dollars for a blow job, I said.

 

He smiled, as I jumped in his car.

We drove to his place,

a plush apartment in West Hollywood.

 

After the dirty work, he sat two twenties on the couch

and went to the bathroom.

 

I picked up a single twenty

and walked out the door.

 

Naturally,

he fell in love with me.

 

 

 


 

Manna Falls

Cardinals bicker

and knock seed from the feeder.

Doves parade below.

 

 

 

Hope in Winter

Robin on the lawn.

Three hops and stops to listen.

Somewhere must be spring.