Page 110 - Stand by Your Man
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98                                            Jack Fritscher

            that innocent sexual courtesy that causes him to leave his still-
            hard dick for one grace moment longer in the mouth that serviced
            him. Then he pulls away from the man who falls back on his heels:
            exhausted, happy, licking his lips, looking up at the blond vision
            whose cum is in his belly.
               Jayo sidesteps away from him, murmuring something softly
            like, “Thanks” or “Later.”
               And the bearded man on his knees believes the “Thanks,” but
            not the “Later.” Not to worry: River Rats run in packs. Sucking Jayo
            tonight is promise enough of that next inevitable opportunity when
            a gayman can cut the next young Colt from the herd. Separate a
            dude from his peers. Take him into the seductive video dark where
            he can’t be seen. And doublescoop from him what his young curios-
            ity wants to try just maybe even “once.”
               Sex without tears. Sex without hangups. Wonderful anony-
            mous sex. When a man’s up to his ass in interpersonal relationships,
            his last resort ain’t a cottage on the Russian River; his best resort is
            anonymous sex, pure and simple, with young men who don’t kiss.

                                      * * * *


               Nuke has his act together. Some guys have trouble with the
            River Rats. Not Nuke. He’s smart enough to know when it’s late
            enough, especially of a hot summer weekend, that the way to spice
            up the Palm Drive tent action, is to lift the back flap of his Big Top
            to admit free any one of a steady stream of beery, horny, young
            country trade who figure there ain’t no better way in the world to
            show a faggot what you think of him than by roughfucking the
            motherfucking cocksucker’s queer face.
               “At least that’s what they think,” Nuke says. Nuke knows bet-
            ter. “Who cares what the Rats need to think to save their faces as
            long as they lose their loads.” Nuke’s developed the perfect formula.
            “Who the fuck wants to go away on a summer vacation and fuck the
            same guys he fucked back home? When a man packs his do-wah-
            diddy bag for a weekend in a summer place, he wants some action
            with the local color.”

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