Date: Thu, 30 Mar 2017 07:17:03 +0000 (UTC)
From: E F <kitsune_libra@yahoo.com>
Subject: On Deaf Ears Part 3

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ON DEAF EARS Part 3

3



	Double of vodka with a long-neck to chase. It was that combination
of alcohol Cornell drank ever since his days in the Navy. He stepped into
the `hole in the wall' bar, described by many of his co-workers as the
`lunch special', and felt a sense of rustic content. Happy hour didn't look
too happy, but after the monotony of his diligent, honest labor, a peaceful
and relaxing inebriation was all it took to end his day right and get him
ready for the next.

	The bar was a building with no windows, no fancy signs, and had no
intent of being anything more than just a place to come in, drink, and
leave. The liquor behind the bar had a dusty mirror with Christmas lights
hung around it, giving the place an artificial sense of welcome, but was
just enough to tell the world someone cared too little.

	Cornell walked in and gauged the place, quickly noting it's
simplicity and made his way to his favorite spot; in front of the bar maid
at the bar. His entire goal on that hot, uneventful day was to get his mind
off of what he didn't have and focus on what he was going to get.

	"Damn, baby! You a sexy lil' piece of cute chocolate", came a
thundering female's voice from behind him.

	She was the type that was commonly known as a `Bar Room
Betty'. They were the women in a small bar that were deafeningly vocal
about how much fun they were having, unbelievably drunk, and abundantly
friendly with every man they encounter. No matter how long a couple may
have been married or how close a woman was to her boyfriend, Bar Room Betty
is a constant threat and a woman has to keep a close eye on Bar Room Betty
and her man.

	"Thanks, mama", Cornell expressed as she pressed her large, soft
breast into his back.

	Cornell sighed and signaled to the bar maid to get the woman
another drink.

	"Um! Lil' daddy, Imma end up givin' you a baby tonight. You betta
watch out", she stated rubbing Cornell's shoulders.

	"Kitty, if you don't bring yo drunk ass back over here and finish
this hand", came a voice from a group of women playing cards in the far end
of the bar.

	"Thank you, baby", she acknowledged as she tipped her way back to
her friends with her drink.

	After two days, Cornell had been checking his phone periodically to
see if his so called `friend' tried getting in contact with him and, as
could be expected, their wasn't a single text message to speak of. He
wanted to relax in his new freedom, but this was the omen that meant
something was going to happen when he least expected it. His ex-love was
the type to sit back and plot his next move, especially when someone
conspired against him. It wasn't hate that caused Cornell to leave him. He
just needed to be away from an entity that was sending him into a
depression and like all deep, cold pits, it's hard to get out of.

	The jukebox played old blues jams that sent all that listened into
a whirl-wind of emotion. It wasn't uncommon to walk into a bar like the one
he was in and hear almost everyone there singing along to the cheating
woman or the no good man. It was the type of music Cornell grew up on and
shuddered every time he heard it. It wasn't all bad, but it was the
unwritten tradition of the next generation to loath the past and embrace a
repeat future.

	After four rounds, Cornell felt loose enough and was bound for the
temporary place he called home. It was only a short, few blocks away and
Cornell wasn't drunk, but just tipsy enough to pull off a sober-looking
strut. As any alcoholic would tell you, there is a feeling of somber
leaving a party. The music slowly fades out of ear shot as you walk away
from the good time.

	Just as Cornell was about to get up and make his way to the exit, a
tall, light-skinned, handsome man walked through the screen door. With his
iconic blue ball cap, he wore a random t-shirt and simple loose-fitting,
blue jeans and there was nothing about him that projected a man of money
nor a man of agenda. Reggie was there for the same reason Cornell was.

	"What you know about this place, youngsta", Reggie questioned as he
sat down in the bar stool next to Cornell's?

	For the past two days, the two of them had been playing an unspoken
game of show-and-tell, disregarding their other roommate, who neither
participated nor questioned them. Both nights of the song and dance, both
of them slept completely nude, but nothing happened between them and it was
driving Cornell insane.

	"I smelled the beer and followed the trail", Cornell joked as he
signaled for the bar maid again.

	"What can I do for you, baby", she smiled as Reggie reached for his
wallet.

	"Naw, man. The first round is on me. I owe you, remember", Cornell
demanded as he slapped a twenty dollar bill on the counter.

	"Well that's the case then, uh, get me a bottle of yo top-shelf
whiskey", Reggie ordered pointing to a dusty bottle of expensive liquor
obviously above the bar for decoration.

	"Oh, hell naw! I ain't drunk, yet", Cornell joked.

	"You just getting out of work"?

	Cornell briefly thought about how he spent most of his day in the
office with invoices, audits, and pricing. There was nothing about the job
he couldn't handle, but he felt like an office jockey sitting in an air
conditioned shack as his subordinates slaved away in the yard. So it was a
routine for him to get caught up with paper pushing and head out to sweat
in the sun, but that lazy Friday was, for the most part, chill.

	"Yeah, another day in the books", Cornell admitted.

	"I'm in the process of getting my damn vehicle now. Ain't no
stoppin me. Shit, I just put a down payment on that son-of-a-bitch. By next
week, that motha-fucka gone be mine", Reggie boosted grabbing the bottle of
beer he opted.

	"Hell, why you didn't just say we was celebratin'", Cornell gripped
as he signaled the bar maid for three shots.

	"I guess I'm celebrating witcha, Honey", the bar maid sounded
grabbing a bottle of Wild Turkey.

	Eventually, Cornell slowed his drinking in order to allow Reggie to
catch up and as the time past, people began to trickle into the bar with
the same goals in mind. It seemed like everybody in the place was having a
good time and Cornell couldn't have asked for a better atmosphere. It even
looked as though Kitty, Bar Room Betty, had some competition, but judging
from her poise and her blouse that lost a few buttons, she wasn't jaded in
the least.



	Reggie talked the entire time and Cornell learned why he seemed so
blaring in his vocalization. He had a major injury in the Vietnam War and
it left him partially deaf in one ear and even the other ear was
questionable. Then it dawned on Cornell that Reggie always talked to him
with his `good ear' facing him. Cornell felt guilty for judging the
beautiful monster without giving him the benefit of the doubt. It was a
valuable gift he lost along the way, having spent so much time away from
civilization and in the watchful eyes of his ex.

	More time past and more people filled the bar. Hour by hour, Reggie
drank and Cornell matched disregarding any consequences and
inhibitions. Reggie not only began to get more vocal, but exceedingly
physical as well. His large, warm paw would find Cornell's shoulder and
every now and then their legs would tangle, which wasn't visibly gay, but
visible intoxication.

	Along with the drinking came the restroom stretches. They took
turns leaving and coming back to keep one another's stools at the bar, but
as honesty sat in, they both figured out they were drunk and it was that
last visit to the restroom that made it official.

	Reggie followed Cornell into the small improvised restroom that had
one makeshift stall, one urinal, and one sink next to it. Two guys had
already invaded the tiny space, but that wasn't going to stop Reggie. In
one swift movement, he walked over to the sink, pulled his thick, uncut,
brown sausage out and let a stream of piss flow as if it were the optimal
spot.

	The gentleman at the urinal wasn't too pleased seeing how free
Reggie was with his massive cock, and not to be out done in the pissing
contest, swung his body around to reveal the paunchy, flaccid, sex poll he
had pulsating in his grip. For a second, the three of them looked down at
the meat show and admired the differences, but respected two exhibits. With
a multitude of tugs on his junk, the stranger tucked his penis away and
left the restroom, leaving Cornell with a rapid heart beat and a dick eager
to explode from his coveralls.

	Reggie wasn't even close to done urinating in the sink by the time
Cornell pulled out his semi-erect weapon and released. Cornell didn't take
his eyes off of Reggie's cock and he didn't seem to mind showing it off,
asleep or awake. The only awkward part of the moment was the extra soul in
the stall, but it didn't stop Reggie from reaching down and holding
Cornell's warm dick in his thick, calloused hand.

	In that moment, Cornell went from ignorant to enlightened and his
dick, still with a steady stream, swelled in honest of Reggie's
capture. Neither one of the men spoke as they finished pissing. They
briefly made eye contact and that was the only sound they needed.



	The two men left the bar and were hit with a muggy, chill of night
wind. Every single thing around Cornell was unrecognizable. It was as if
he'd stepped out into another world, but lucky for him, Reggie knew exactly
where they were. Cornell simply followed the towering giant the entire walk
to the Light House and looked down at Reggie's fleshy cheeks trapped in his
jeans, in hopes of finally getting the chance to feel what it was like to
actually be in them.

	As could be expected, they talked about sex with women all the way
up to their room. Cornell was no virgin in the woman category, but
preferred the company of men instead, while Reggie was divorced and was
with his girlfriend for ten years. Outside of that, he still had sex with
men on occasion.

	There roommate wasn't in the room and the two men, one older, one
younger, took that moment to put their frustrations to rest. It had been
four days and the obvious passion between them finally came to surface with
the help of alcohol.

	The men stood in the middle of the room for a moment to admire one
another and the situation for what it was. Cornell was the same age as
Reggie's son, but Cornell was the son of someone else. Reggie was old
enough to be Cornell's father, but he could only see a sexy man and the
only difference was their time. In that moment, they were only humans with
a strong hormonal lust and Reggie took charge of it.

	Reggie's ball cap hit the floor. His shirt was over his head. His
jeans hit his ankles and Cornell hit his knees. Reggie's massive, yellow
thighs were hairy and muscular. Just inches away from Cornell's face was an
almond colored, strong cock that had been dripping precum ever since they
left the bar. His musty, masculine smell was the exact reason why Cornell
was gay, but the craving to feel and taste Reggie's sex made him.

	Reggie's belt buckle dragged across the floor as he stumbled closer
to Cornell's face. His urethra clearly visible and leaking as it pulsated
in anticipation. It had a mind of it's own and it's very own
personality. Reggie obeyed it as Cornell stuck out his tongue and licked
the salty fluid from it's source.

	Cornell opened his mouth wide and let the warm, velvet skin of
Reggie's veiny phallus glide across his tongue. Cornell was eye level with
a bush of thick, black pubic hair and always knew he would have had a
closer and personal look at Reggie's manhood ever since first seeing him on
the bus. Cornell's mouth had engulfed a small portion of Reggie's fuck
stick and judging from the amount of precum sliding down his throat, knew
it wouldn't have been too long before he'd come to his conclusion.

	Cornell began taking off his boots and unzipped his coveralls to
get access to his own throbbing torpedo just as Reggie grabbed the back of
his head and began a rhythm. Reggie had been waiting patiently with
respect, but that was all over. He was finally going to have Cornell and
formalities were not in consideration.

	Reggie's low, deep moans vibrated the walls, watching in ecstasy as
his spit-soaked meat hit the back of Cornell's throat. Cornell hated rough
sex, but quickly began to realize what he was missing. Each slight gag
turned the both of them on. Reggie falling into bliss and Cornell knowing
how it felt.

	Reggie wasn't in the mood to prolong it any longer. He pulled his
cock out of Cornell's young mouth and grabbed him under his arms, turned
him around, and bent him over his cot. Not really knowing what was next,
Cornell assured Reggie he wanted anything he had to offer by resting his
head into the mattress and arching his back. The mere sight of Cornell with
his coveralls around his ankles, his t-shirt pulled all the way up, and his
hairless, dark-brown ass inviting him, made Reggie dizzy.

	Reggie grabbed Cornell by the waist and plunged his tongue deep
inside Cornell's flexed hole. Cornell was caught off guard by Reggie's
velocity and the size of the man's tongue. Again, Cornell never had anyone
do that to him before and quickly noted he's been missing out on a lot.

	The smell of soap and sweat filled Reggie's nostrils. Cornell was
so turned on it hurt. Reggie knew all the hidden buttons and pressed them
relentlessly as Cornell struggled, hard, not to touch himself. Reggie
didn't want to hurt the young guy, but he was too much to handle. He'd
never guessed he would have been having such a gorgeous man, but now that
he was in his grasp, he was going to spend all of him.

	Reggie's cock doubled in size at that point so much that the skin
of his dick contracted exposing his sensitive manhood to the airy
room. Cornell knew what to expect as soon as Reggie pulled out his tongue
from his quivering asshole. To brace himself, Cornell lied flat on his cot,
but not before folding his pillow under his waist.

	Looking at Cornell like that drove Reggie mad with lust and it
caused him to think back to last night and the night before, having woke up
to find Cornell's beautiful, round butt begging to be entered. Reggie
grabbed the lotion from his night stand, squirted a reasonable amount in
the crevasse of Cornell's ass and soaked his dripping dick.

	Though Reggie was slightly larger in girth to his ex, Cornell was
ready to take the pain and relax his way through to the pleasure, but what
Reggie did was unexpected. He lied flat on top of Cornell with the head of
his cock directly aligned with his asshole and wrapped his muscular arms
tight around Cornell's torso. The warmth of their bodies was comforting to
Cornell and the closeness put him at ease with his new friend, more than
ever.

	Cornell turned his head to the side, possibly over analyzing the
sex and was met with Reggie's soft, luscious lips. Reggie's thick tongue
found it's way into Cornell's mouth and it flipped a nasty switch in
Cornell he had never felt before. Cornell's body melted at Reggie's command
and allowed his starving asshole to suck in Reggie's thick, muscle in
earnest.

	Reggie was caught off guard at that point and wasn't expecting
Cornell to be so generous, but allowed his meat to slide into his hot,
steaming asshole and let him get lost in the smooth finish of his inner
body. Reggie's grip got tighter around Cornell's torso and it caused him to
automatically push the rest of Reggie's massive, ten inch cock into his
hole, forcefully pressing his butt into his massive thighs.

	The tastes of whiskey, sweat, and precum was shared as Reggie
continued to invade Cornell's groaning mouth, while he rocked and
methodically pistoned his cock deep inside him. Slowly, Reggie began to
raise his body and let his weight fall onto Cornell, letting the
traditional clapping of skin fill the air. Cornell didn't resist, but let
his own dick soak the mattress underneath.

	The two of them were so caught in the heat of the moment, they
didn't hear the door to the room creep open. Neither one of them jumped or
bothered to pretend. Reggie didn't lose his stroke as he quickly broke
their kiss.

	"CLOSE THAT MOTHA-FUCKIN' DOOR", Reggie yelled causing Cornell to
both fear and love him at the same time.

	The door quickly slammed closed and Reggie continued to indulge in
Cornell. His filthy, wet tongue escaped Cornell's lips and traveled to his
ear. The disgusting slick sound repulsed Cornell, but didn't expect it to
be erogenous.

	"Harder", Cornell ordered, not really paying attention to what he
said. He just wanted more of what Reggie was giving and Reggie was taking
all that Cornell was giving.

	"That's what you want youngsta", Reggie asked striking into Cornell
with more respect to his own pending orgasm?

	"Yeah! Fuck me, daddy", Cornell cried out. The words echoed in
Reggie's ear and he listened too hard, because for a split second, he
forgot who he was fucking. The most disturbing fact of the matter was the
fact that Reggie allowed that filthy, taboo thought to linger in his mind
and manifest into the most bone-chilling, dirtiest fantasy he had ever
dreamed of.

	"Yeah, call me daddy", Reggie found himself demanding. As guilty as
it felt and having never imagined hearing that reference in such a passion
induced state, each time he heard Cornell cry out that word, it caused him
to triple in sexual pleasure.

	Reggie felt his sizable ball sac tighten as Cornell continued to
moan that word over and over in his ear. Finally, Reggie couldn't take
anymore and began violently pounding into his prey as if he didn't exist,
but was just an object of animalistic desire. Reggie groaned so loud, doors
in the hallway outside began to open and close. Reggie's entire body went
into melt down as his muscles contracted and his mind went completely
blank.

	Cornell was lost in Reggie's powerful, breath-taking grip to
function. He looked back at Reggie as he, suddenly, propped his massive
body on his arms as stilts on Cornell's shoulders and finished unloading
what seemed like gallons of fluid deep into Cornell. Reggie hadn't felt
such a powerful ejaculation in such a long time and he could still feel
himself spitting more cum into his victim, long after he thought it was
over.

	In one swift motion, Reggie fell on top of Cornell's tight sweaty
body. Reggie rested his face next to his and took a long, deep breath and
Cornell never felt more at peace. He too, never had multiple orgasms from
being penetrated and as he lied questioning the universe, soaked in both of
their bodily fluids, he wondered what it all meant.





	There was no knowledge of time and Cornell felt empty in the cold
air of his room. Quickly, the memory of what had transpired between him and
Reggie only moments ago rushed into his mind. He looked over to see his
other roommate had not gotten in, but looked to the other side to find
Reggie completely naked and sprawled, haphazard over the side of his bed.

	Cornell never felt Reggie leave him, literally. The need to piss
was strong enough to wake him and he had to peel himself from his pillow
and remove the rest of his clothes in order to get to the bathroom, where
he discovered another problem. As Cornell stood in front of the toilet, a
small stream of cum began to leak from his soar asshole down his inner
thighs. He quickly turned and sat down on the thin bowl, letting the head
of his penis hit the water making himself cringe.

	He was expelling fluid from the front as well as the back and soon
the small space was over powered by the smell of alkaline. It seemed like
it took forever for Cornell to finish and wonder when was the last time
Reggie had sex. As he finished expelling the semen, he cleaned up as each
breath he took made him increasingly horny all over again.

	The way Reggie's tongue felt was amazing and his kiss could power
rockets. Cornell had been thinking about Reggie's sex, but never thought it
would have been that good. He pondered a little too long and as his libido
took over, his cock stretched out like a railroad barricade.

	Cornell turned the A/C unit up to a warmer level then sat on the
edge of his cot. He turned to face Reggie, who was face down with one leg
hanging over the side of his bed, asleep and snoring just as loud as his
boisterous voice. There wasn't a secret barrier stopping him
anymore. Besides, he allowed himself to Reggie and it was Reggie's own
fault to go to sleep. Cornell wanted, so badly, to let his fantasy become a
reality, so he justified every single wrong with what he was doing and
decided to do.

	Cornell smeared lotion on to his aching, concrete rod and knelt in
position on the floor next to Reggie's bed. He grabbed his cock by the base
and pointed it in the direction he wanted it to go. He stop only inches
away from Reggie and savored the moment.

	Cornell's dark-brown mushroom disappeared in between Reggie's tan
ass cheeks, which radiated a welcome heat that gave him a sense of take. He
gazed in awe at the beautiful sight as the streetlights cast it's light
over his rapidly disappearing dick. Cornell was soon met with a resistance
and thought for a brief second to stop, but opted the opposite.

	With one slight push, the head of Cornell's meat popped into Reggie
like a grape bursting in his teeth. Reggie's tempered body heat enveloped
Cornell's poll and as he slide deeper into him, lost his mind. It hadn't
been too long since he felt such a soft, tight, cozy feeling around his
dick, but the fact that it was Reggie causing it sent his manhood pulsating
and thrashing inside of his interior.

	Cornell pushed all the way inside of Reggie, careful not to wake
him. Just the thought of being in him was enough to cause Cornell to climax
and the combination of the memories of Reggie's full lips and thick, slimy
tongue, made him burst. He grabbed Reggie by the waist, pushed deep inside
of him and unleashed his sex juice just a Reggie did.

	Still inside of him, Cornell looked down at Reggie and knew they
could never be. He knew this was all he was going to get. Either Reggie
would be put off by him in the morning or, perhaps, the idea of a
relationship never entered his mind It wouldn't have mattered either way,
how he felt. It was all up to Reggie, so Cornell, slowly, pulled out and
drifted back to sleep in his own bed.

	The next morning, Cornell woke to find he wasn't alone in his cot,
but was wrapped in Reggie's arms and covered in fresh sweat. He then flexed
his anus which confirmed Reggie's occupancy there as well. His snoring was
what woke him, but it was the pain of the bright sunlight stinging his eyes
through his lids and pain of a hardened cock the really got him up.

	Cornell couldn't blame Reggie for not waking him, after all, he did
the same thing. There was nothing in Cornell's world that was more
refreshing than the fact that he was in Reggie's arms. All the comfort and
bliss he wanted, after a night of passion, was in bed with him. The only
thing that mattered was that fleeting moment.



	There is something about the dusk sky that charges the greatest
fears in us all and demands our aspiring attention to its celestial
demonstration. It happens just to remind every insignificant creature,
great or small, that we are all diminutive compared to natures grand
design. It's the elongation of the shadows, the coming of the darkness, the
anticipation of the lurking mysteries that hurt our hearts and make our
skins crawl. In the darkness, the thought of knowing we are not alone isn't
our comfort, but torment. Not knowing what beings walk the darkness in
silence, watching and plotting, in hopes of devising against our reward of
nature's dawn, is our phobia.

	Gross. Disgusting. Infested. These were the types of motel rooms
Juan was accustomed to. He collected money in these pathogenic places to be
violated by the blue, white, and even green collar men we commonly call our
neighbors. The smell of these sex rooms became an aphrodisiac. The moans
and screams of fucking in the next rooms are the biggest turn-on. The seedy
pornographic movies playing on a channel opposite the news proved family
un-friendly.

	Juan sat naked on the stained floor looking out into the amber
light of the morning sun, slowly getting back to his reality. His high had
come down and life was back to surviving the day. The cop snoring in the
bed behind him probably had nothing to worry about. His family, his job,
his....food, all were more than likely a Hallmark picture of success. His
house probably didn't have a fence around it. It was a life Juan would
never have, no matter how many nights he fucked, sucked and pretended.

	He got up from the floor and looked down at the cop that, only
months ago, had him in handcuffs and taking him to jail for
prostitution. After the whole `system' of `keeping our streets clean'
parade of time served and probation, Juan romanticized the concept that the
men in blue were nothing more than mindless robots that do whatever they
are told, but would stick their cocks in your bullet wound if no one was
looking.

	As Juan put his clothes on, he thought about all the people he owed
money to and pondered if he should pay them or not. There was a limit to
batting his blue eyes and giving out blow jobs. With the hundred bucks
Officer Fuck-Pig gave him, he was going to have a much needed party for one
and avoid the streets he called home for a while.

	"Where you headin' to", the cop asked as Juan headed for the door?

	Juan hesitated to think of an answer that was just enough to stop
the sleazy bastard from wanting another round of `cops and robbers'. It
took an exhausting amount of energy, alcohol, and drugs to fuck the guy and
Juan had no more to give.

	"I need some cigarettes", he lied.

	"If you want to leave, just say so", the cop roared rolling over in
the comforter.

	Juan grabbed the door handle and left the room without looking
back. There was no way he was going to have any kind of relationship with a
guy like that. He wore his wedding ring proudly every time they were
together. There was nothing between them other than sex and when the
jackass started to get in his feelings, Juan would quickly remind him, and
himself, of their stations in life, but not all cops are bad.

	"...I have a man down on Cavalcade and Hardey 10-52..."

	"...kid, I need you to stay with me...come on..."

	"your too young to die...not right now, kid"

	"...is he responding?...he has a pulse"

	"...good, squeeze my hand...you're gonna make it"



	Juan knew the neighborhood he was in rather well. The store he came
across was just like all hood stores. Dealers eyeing out for `12'
(police). Drunks and addicts begging for change to get `something to
eat'. Then there was Juan, the guero. Even though he looked like a white
guy, his family made sure he knew he was Latino, Puerto-Rican, Boricua, no
matter who called him what.

	"Yo, white boy....I got that good. Come holla at me", a dealer
offered as Juan went in the store.

	Juan remembered him from the night before and was taken back by how
powerful the drugs were. At first, the guy was a little wiry about serving
Juan, seeing how he saw Juan walk into the motel room with a cop he
recognized. It took one of the dealers Juan knew to vouch for him.

	"You got me", Juan asked, hoping to get started with his party?

	"Where yo pig boy at", the guy asked grabbing a gun in his sagging
pants?

	Most times Juan had a gun himself, but like an idiot, he ended up
selling it for nothing other than drugs. In that particular situation, he
wasn't nervous. In fact, he was used to it. Juan payed more attention to
how sexy the guy was.

	"In the room. I'm done with that piece of shit", Juan offered in
exasperation.

	"Yo faggot ass wore him out, huh?"

	All Juan needed was some strong, cheap alcohol, something to snack
on, and a "vayco" (vacant house). He wasn't going to share anything with
anyone. The only thing he wanted to do was forget about `Chief Wiggum' and
all the things he would always promise. It wasn't until Juan shuffled
through the money, he found a little business card.

The Light House

Your Guiding Light Out of the Darkness