Chuck Forester, Writers' Retreat Fellow

Chuck Forester, Writers' Retreat Fellow



oh okay my name is Chuck Forrester and this is an excerpt from a novel and really entitled men like myself okay the novel is men like myself it was one of those big parties Dallas was known for with at least a hundred men and the entry drive and streets around the management till the German sedans and land rovers just washed and waxed everyone was gorging on food drinking too much Scotch talking about each other there was a group of men that have done this four or five sometimes six times a year in different halls one time a two-story house the same alcohol window the same ecstasy and alcohol the same lavish spread of ham and shrimp with Louisiana cocktail sauce and fancy orders with tiny mushrooms there were bowls of brandy tainted melon balls with thick slices of peaches and silver platters of Belgian chocolates with white chocolate boots it was not one of those parties or a hot couple from Los Angeles and not one where a slight Mexican with a huge dick is everyone watching you know this party didn't have that energy that almost palpitating possibility of hardness and the chance to come completely when the whole body explodes not just a spurt at the end of something good enough to get you hard but no shooting stars no this money didn't have that how's it been since that happened for most of them maybe in college when they were 22 maybe in a Folsom weekend in San Francisco and an orgy with beautiful men from Europe and South America and hot couples who lived in the month of Colorado or the Georgia Arkansas it was not one where the source lies in Colt models and puts them up in the guest cottage Catholics who the party who takes this would be elaborately folks hidden flavor where the former Air Force lieutenant sits in the director's chair after taking his heart medicine and watch it one get down on his hands and knees he looks around to make sure he's with his pal position behind knowing dis Hubley rage is asked with tenderness and on chakra system he pulls out an enormous would come from tailored jeans so showing it off stroking it just short of coming and with just the right amount of pressure slowly pushes them into their receptive eager for the nose inside and can't get when men like that have not been seen in a few of these parties even though they were intriguing they're no longer new and more couples more tantalizing Mexicans maybe a Brazilian party that the good hosts funny stuff but that was like this party this was just one of those parties Sam thought he saw the men had grunted around the bar is full table and he was in the middle of it all that blood he'd seen in the bottom a week ago who got his bloodshot and eluded the spoon from the barbecue had kept interest in his face he was tall as he remembered there wasn't much to go what are you trying to get you he thought he had that happen the crowd was getting a sloppy drunk and Sam had a reputation I didn't want to be I don't want anyone to think he men who wander around parties annoying people so he stayed there literal beautiful cases having thought he got his attention of very time he turned and walked to the kitchen where he knew about the door to the staircase going down to the white treaded slowly down the carpeted steps tripping when the score of his boots went on a loose thread but he kept his balance tomatoes by all the way to the tile floor he took a few steps feeling his way along the wall to a back corner or anyone headed crazy there was something maybe as terrible as his confidence we patiently then when they showed up for what's even half an hour Sam been down to adjustments before going upstairs Mack said you've never spoken to the man so he couldn't identify maybe a German or a Dutchman who speaks fluent English he muttered back with his hands tall brown boots with small cuts in the dirt and places this time the child was friendly Sam lifted his face and the faint light couldn't see the man's face but saw the blond mustache you remember a love he sent a man Sam heard about being open in attending cultures Sam the dick was already hard like a cheap sampling massage the head with his tongue pushing it into his pitch low and slow very then with the sweet smell of a man project aphrodisiac [Applause]

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