Shane Allison

Scott Won’t Stop Talking about Farrio’s Dick

Scott talks about Farrios dick as if it’s launched a thousand ships. 
Going on about its thickness, the curve of it,
Yet when I showed him mine,
He gave me one his big Georgia smiles and said, that’s awesome man, good for you. 
As if I got an A on my science project or something.
Four months out of the closet and he’s already a size queen. 
Farrio does nothing for me,
Doesn’t move my dick like some men do. 
I was at one of Brandon’s after club sex parties
The first time I saw Farrio’s cock dressed in black briefs. 
Anthony and I were invited.
I think he just wanted to see Brandon’s dick in person
Outside of Snap chat videos. 
Luckily, I wasn’t that drunk
And Brandon and his boyfriend John, didn’t live
Too far from the bar. 
My only wish was to get John’s dick in my mouth,
To maybe push my face between the furry cheeks 
Of his Minnesota ass. 
Freeloader Anthony rang the doorbell. 
Some typical blonde boy answered.
I had seen him at the bar before. 
Some drag queen apprentice of Jessa’s I think.
Most were sitting outside on the back patio
With damn near nothing on as if they had done this before. 
John looked good enough to eat 
Walking around in his underwear, holding a bong. 
Such a cute cub with his thick, well-trimmed beard and Pizza-Hut belly.
He, Brandon and Farrio were the only three I knew by name. 
I had seen Brandon’s dick a few times at the local sex arcade
Being stuffed in someone’s mouth through a glory hole.
It’s pretty, but I never tasted it. 
I’m not much for sloppy seconds in a time of COVID 19.
But for Freeloader Anthony, Brandon’s dick was the kind that kept him up nights.
John’s ass was the sort that kept my mouth watering. 
Farrio went out back to join the other chicken cutlets.
We sat on the couch admiring the Eden of boys with their bulbous bulges.
Two men took things upstairs
While a couple of others began to play 
In a nearby room.
Things were going better than I expected 
Until I pulled out my phone to show a pic of my dick. 
That’s it!?! Some guy said, whom I had never seen before.
As if my dick is somehow detachable and comes with an assortment of sizes. 
I wasn’t much for partying after that and wanted to leave.  
It was late, and I was too drunk and sleepy 
For insults on what the good Lord gave me. 
Freeloader Anthony sat there staring stupidly anyway.
Come on, Anthony. Let’s go. They don’t want our fat asses.
It wasn’t the blowjobs under blue sky encounters I was used to, 
But at least I got this poem out of the experience.