Two Guys From Cascade
by Patt Paulos-Darrow
I, big Jim Ellison
looked over at my partner and wondered if I should say something today.
I want to make love to him, but I need to ask and see what Blair has to say.
I am scared to death of rejection, old habits still hanging around.
But every time I see him, in him I want to pound.
I want to make him feel good, to feel like I am a part of Blair.
Why am I so afraid to ask him things, why should I even care?
Because he is my best friend, and don't want to lose that.
Just because I want my turn with him, my chance to get up to bat.
Can't just fuck him and leave, it just would not work.
Besides I am a lot of things, but not a major jerk.
I know that Blair has been with men, and I have too.
This doesn't make it any easier, what am I to do?
Come on Ellison, get your nerve up and go talk to the man.
It's not like from my own loft I could be banned.
I am watching him now as he talks to Brown.
His tongue never slows, he is going to town.
Talking I mean, not anything to make me worry.
Geez, I need to go and talk to him, I need to hurry.
I keep having dreams about him, and they are really dirty.
Relax Ellison, he is way over thirty.
I want to have my way with him, I want him now.
He looks over at me and smiles, holy cow.
I am a goner; I know that to be true.
As I stare into his gorgeous eyes of blue.
Maybe we could get stuck somewhere, just me and him.
Where I would get him so hot, all he could do is say, Jim.
Oh yeah, that is something I could handle, it sounds very good.
As I stand here in the bullpen, starting to sprout wood.
He watches me closer and I think he must be able to read my mind.
Oh what a lucky guy I am, he is indeed a rare find.
I tell him I want to talk to him and take him to the truck.
As soon as the door is closed, I tell him I want he and I to fuck.
He smiles that smile and says, oh happy day.
And my little voice inside is saying, oh yay.
We both want it; it is time to get on home.
Now I just need to ask him, if he will ever feel the need to roam.
I have to know, because I love him with all of my heart.
And if he didn't want just me, it would tear me apart.
But I should never have worried, he is smiling once again.
As he gently asks me to get this on, wants to know when.
Oh he is sweet, he is one randy dude.
Not that I mind, as we continue the interlude.
I am exhausted, what a fun trip, I am totally whipped.
I thought I might be in control, but not on this ship.
Off we go again, and he is telling me what he wants to do with his tongue.
When he is done, we will both be completely wrung.
What a way to go, what a way to have a life that is full.
And whoever tells you anything else is full of bull.
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