Sun screamed down the heat in mid morning. Out front of the Public Library smoking Lucky Strikes and yapping with colleagues - fat kids played touch football in the grass. Lonesome cat walks up strikes conversation about kidney stones. Tall yokel looking ex-military type from the flats of Kansas. So he said. Tall, lean and handsome - black shaggy hair, wide smile from full lips.
Inner self screaming he's wrong! Walk away! He's wrong all over! But, handsome, right. Goes into a monologue about his service in Afghanistan and the body count he's acquired. Popped the question if I wanted to blast on weed - I just looked off onto those purple mountains of Mexico and muttered, "Why not?"
Cut to The Plaza and sat talking of sexual innuendos and I really noticed this country yuk yuk had some big ass feet on 'em! Police patrols swooped around like vultures and I mentioned I knew a park close by that is a little more discreet. High tailed it there and he whipped out his wares and we blasted on that bench over looking the great Rio Grande Valley. Must admit - boy had some decent weed.
Higher than shit, stumbled back to the Plaza a giggling screwy mess. Sat and tried to enjoy my high - but no bueno, goddam tea heads are garrulous. Got my attention when he pulled up his tee shirt to show me his innerestin tan line. Rock hard six pack glowing white in my fucked eyes. Popped the question me and said, "Ya know what goes good with weed?"
"Coke?"
"Nope. Porn. I know a little shack near that's guaranteed to get you kicks." Snicker.
Hop a bus down Texas under the glare of the sad petulant locals and enter Eva Theater. Smell of semen and bleach and smoke. On screen two studs banging some brunette. My trick worked. Sat in the darkness and noticed the long throbbing in my constituents jeans. Silently pulled out that stiff circumcised corn fed cock - long and thick, kneeled down between his spidery legs and bobbed that fucker but good. Hand slides across flat stomach as I felt his tension mount - quick breath, squirm of hips and he lets loose a thick discharge down my throat. He giggle says "Thanks."
Black hipster sits behind us and offers coke to the fleeting lovebirds - slap the bro a ten and me and mine retire to the mens room. Cut that shit up with a credit card, roll a dollar bill and - snort! Zowie! Snort! Wheeeeee!!!
Back to the theater and sit. Kid gets a stiffy again (two fister that curves to the side.) and I do a second round - more intense than the first. Them balls were hanging and suckable. Must've like that - his hand start mussing my hair. After the spurty nut - he breathless and beads of sweat on forehead - we return to bathroom for two more bumps under the watchful eye of the withered grey haired old pervert. "Hey baby..." She coo.
Really feeling it now - tingling and brain popping of blue electrical arcs smell of aluminum in the nostrils clean and sweet - we sit watching the porn our eyes glowing like Tesla coils. Surprise, he reaches over and unzips my fly taking my hard on out. "Just cause I'm gonna suck it don't mean I'm gay, okay?" He hisses. Of course...of course....
Boy sucks it like a champ and after a few minutes I blow a load in his mouth which he prudently spits onto the black floor - splat!
Wordlessly we leave and repair back to the Plaza and sit listening down into ourselves - that is until my arch enemy - Jorge, whore hay, Queenie, fukkinfag - swishes up and asks for a ciggie. I nod towards the boy. He rolls the fruit a Bugler. The Bitch sits like a withered old movie diva with us yapping faggot crap and then handsome started in with his schizophrenic blabber like I can't stand this shit no more. Tall dark and weird asks where a drug store is and I jumped at the chance. I turn to Queenie and slur, "Hey, bitch wyoncha take him to Walgreen's?"
They cut and I stumble over to the Tap Bar and down a quick beer.
Floating back home I smile at the fact that I never found out that fucker's name. But then again - he never asked for mine.
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