I’m talking about the time me and another boy sucked each other off in the park.
Your reply is “I just came.”
I guess I’m that sexy,
That you can overlook the next part of the story,
Later, when I’m with some friends.
“Where you been?”
“I was—“
“Hangin’ with that fag again?
He tried to kiss me once;
You know that?
That’s not right man,
It’s just not right.
I’m warning you,
He’ll try it on you.”
“Well—well if he’s a fag …”
I’m talking about the time I had sex in a parking lot.
Your reply is “I just came.”
I guess I’m that sexy,
That you can overlook,
The cops that caught us,
And the only thing keeping me going to jail,
For statutory,
Is a father who looked me in the eyes for too-too long,
And decided he didn’t hate me enough to ruin my life.
I’m talking about all these “exploits”
And you’re jacking off like it’s porn.
I’m talking the time I lost my virginity in the back of a van
“I just came.”
Before the good part,
When I break down crying about what I’ve done,
And for an act that left me feeling numb,
And empty
I’m talking the time her parents were gone,
And she fucked me through her underwear,
Crying because she couldn’t stand she wasn’t shaved,
But it was so damn important that she give in to my every damned desire,
Crying because she thought she looked ugly perched up there.
Crying because somehow she already knew I was leaving her for someone more stable,
And twice the liar.
It’s a rare porn that mentions the long-long moments after.
