“Where is this guy at?” I had been waiting for a good thirty minutes, but it’s alright. Rey actually chose where we’d meet, and I was a bit surprised. I wouldn’t take Rosario as the type of guy who would want to come to a gay bar on this side of town. Maybe I’m luckier than I thought when I was teamed with him? Oh well, all I can do is wait.
A husky man, with an obvious comb over sits next to me at the bar. I can tell he’s nervous, as his hands are clenched and his legs shake. It must be his first time in a place like this. I just give a half cocked smile, no pun intended, and take a drink. He turns to me, staring for a bit before talking. “So, ummm... you here with anyone?”
Even if I wasn’t waiting, I would have said I was. This was definitely not my type of guy. However, he was the perfect type to scam a few drinks off of. “My name is Troy.” He extends his hand toward mine, as I look at him wondering if I should tell him that I hadn’t asked his damn name.
“Koko.” I shake his hand quickly and look around for Rey. “So, Koko, can I buy you a drink?” Right as I’m about to get a free drink I see my tag partner walking aimlessly through the crowd. “Sorry Troy, but my friend is here.” I get up, pat him on the shoulder and walk away, stopping near an empty table.
“Rey!” I wave my arms so that he can see me. He sees me and a jolt of excitement runs through my body as Rey Rosario makes his way toward me. I try not to stare too hard, but I take a quick glance at him, wondering what he’s packing.
He extends his hand towards mine as he advances closer. “Kok.” I’m thrown off by him calling me Kok, but try to shake it off.
“Kok?” I smirk at him, knowing how uncomfortable he is. “Come now, Rey, you can call me Koko.”
Rey Rosario stood before me and I could only be proud. This was my tag partner on the SCW show, this was the guy who will help me beat Sinful Obsession, and appropriately shut Sinful Obsession the hell up.
I shake his hand well before pulling him in closely to me. Nothing like introducing yourself with a hug. I get a whiff of him, he smells of sweet lavender. I almost want to kiss his neck, but refrain.
“You smell nice.” I tell him, not able to help myself. A bit of curiosity continues to run through my mind, I mean he was the one who chose to meet me here. Is he trying to send me signals?
“Uhm, thanks.” An awkward reply, but I’ll let it slide. This is an atmosphere like no other for a man whom I can only assume has never ventured into before.
“My pleasure,” I bring him in a bit tighter before letting him go. He adjust his shirt as i try to hide myself adjusting my pants.
“I’ve got to ask, Rey,” I look him in the eyes so that I can read him better. “Why’d you pick to rendezvous here, of all places?”
He looks around the bar, almost signalling for me to look at the men near us with his eyes. “I figured it’d be nice for you to be with your own kind.”
“Where do you normally meet your partners?” I ask him, sliding in a subliminal message, and fishing to see if he has something else on his mind tonight than just our match.
“Usually at the local strip club, you know, two guys looking at women stripping, while getting drunk.” He answers, poking his chest out and giving a confident smirk. “Just men, being men.”
“Actually, that’s how I lost my cherry.” I smile as I think back to then. The memory has never faded, and I feel butterflies when it comes into my head. “It was his idea. The strip club, I mean, not the ass sex. Well, he didn’t completely object... Anywho, we were sitting there watching these ladies shake their ass. It did nothing for me, but I noticed his ever increasing bulge, and I told him, I could help him take care of it.”
“I don’t know if it was the repeated shots of Jager I forced him to drink, or if he was a little bi-curious to begin with, but he didn’t seem to mind my offer.” As I tell him my story, I watch his reactions, gauging if I may have a chance with Mr. Rosario when it’s all said and done. He isn’t David 14, but he is one good looking man.
“One thing lead to another, and we end up in the men’s room, I blow him a little, and before you know it, one thing leads to another.” I shrug, think for a bit and smile before continuing.. “You’d be surprised how many guys fall that routine...”
Rey looks at me as if he is thinking. It almost seems as if he knows exactly what I am talking about. I wonder to myself even more, is this really happening?
“I’ve got to ask,” I seem to suprise him as I place my hand on his thigh, testing my boundaries by rubbing circles with my thumb. He doesn’t move away from me, my heart races, but I play it cool. “What was your reaction when you found out you were teaming with me?”
He coughs uncomfortably, I contemplate moving my hand.
“That’s a nasty cough,you’ve got there,” I tell him, making small talk and hoping to change the subject. I hope to myself that I haven’t pissed him off.
“I gotta admit, you’re not as good as I first imagined...” I’m instantly shocked. I know I must have made a face that told him I couldn’t believe he’d say that. I move my hand, no longer feeling welcome. “Luckily for us, we’re facing Sinful Obsession, and they're worse than you.”
“You know,” I say after catching myself from becoming angry, “They say it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose...” He cuts me off, laughing like a maniac, sending me in an entire different direction emotionally. “Who says that? The loser, that’s who!”
Before I can tell him to fuck off, the waiter approached us to take our order. “Melon Berry Snapple and Vodka please.” I look over at Rey, motioning for him to order next. “Can I get a Shirley Temple?” The waiter and I look at each other than at Rey. “What? When in Rome, right?”
As the waiter walks off, I stare at his ass. I can’t help it, I’m in a mood tonight. The odd thing about it, is it reminds me very much of Sinful Obsession's asses. Can’t help it, I streamed SCW a few times and saw their perfectly positioned buns. If only they were as good at wrestling as I bet they are in the sack. I catch myself daydreaming a bit before Rey burst out of nowhere.
“We gotta beat Sinful Obsession!” I look at him. Has this guy lost his mind, or is he reading mine? “As if anyone would pay to see those mother fuckers as the face of the NWA Tag Tean division.”
“Oh wait, that’s right, there are people out there who worship the ground they walk on,” He continues, “The only problem is, they’re the white trash trailer park kind, who can’t afford cable or internet, so they have no idea that their prodigies are even wrestlers.” Such emotion, there may be hope yet if I can bottle that passion up... and get him drunk.
The waiter arrives with our drinks. He gives me a little smile and I believe a wink before walking off. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it made Rey upset. Intriguing.
“I agree with you Reynaldo,” I say.. “Sinful Obsession is our biggest threat to get a shot at the NWA World Tag Team Titles, but how should we handle them?”
“Maybe if you focus on grabbing their dicks or trying to stick your fingers up their asses, they’ll be so distracted trying to fend you off, we can win by countout or DQ?” He throws some ideas out that may work, but on the other hand might just make matters worse. “Or what if we serve them with child custody papers from one of their many whorish baby mammas, and while they're busy running away from their fatherly responsibilities we can gangbang one of their whores in the corner?” I get sick at the thought of having sex with a whore. Not because it is a woman, but because been there, done that, and took the penicillin.
“Uhm, I think I’ll have to pass on the gangbang, Reynaldo,” I have to stop that train before it reaches the station. He shoots back at me, “Fag.”
“Uh, duh.” I take a drink of my Snapple and Vodka.
“Have you thought, maybe, perhaps, we can beat Sinful Obsession without having to rely on crooked measures?” I say after swallowing the tastefully delicious drink.
I look at him, looking at me as if I’m stupid. I don’t think it’s dumb to beat someone with a good old fashion one, two, three after a hard fought match. That’s how legends are formed, not by fly by night bad guys who have to steal and cheat to win.
“Uhm, hi, I’m “Rey Rosario,” He says while sticking his hand out at me, throwing me off a bit, “It’s quite obvious we’ve never met before, or you wouldn’t be asking such a stupid question. Geesh, this is a first for me, meeting my very first gay retard, and all. No, to answer your question, we cannot beat them without cheating. So get your diamond encrusted rule rook out and start combing the rules on what we can do to stack the odds in our favor.”
I can’t believe his attitude. It’s quite annoying actually. However, I don’t get mad. Instead I keep catching myself distracted by what looks to be a growing bulge in his pants. Is it me? Is it the surroundings maybe? Hell, maybe Rey Rosario just gets a hard on talking shit? Either way, I like where this is going.
Rey looks at his watch to see the time. I think he sees me staring at his dick in the process. Before I can think of a subject changer, he catches me off guard again. “I don’t it get, Kony.”
“Koko,” I remind him, before throwing my own little thing at him, “What don’t you get, Baby?”
“Rey.” He’s onto my game. “We’ve been here, for say, an hour, and not once has one of these fags come over and hit on me! I haven’t even gotten one to make gooey eyes with me! Is this even a gay bar?”
“Baby, just because we’re in a bar like this doesn’t mean, everyone in has to worship you.” I say before taking a sip of my Melon Berry Vodka Snapple, looking at him over the rim of my glass. “Come now, you can’t think that just because we’re gay, we all want to fuck you?”
“No, I don’t think that.” He says in his defense. “I think everyone period should want to fuck me. Man, woman, or child... Well, depends, is said child of age? Or at the very least, close to being of age?”
I shake my head disapprovingly, which seems to have no effect on him. It just amazes me how self absorbed one can be. I shake my head and tighten my lips.
Rey, seemingly knowing it’s time to make his exit, begins to slide out of the booth. “I’ll see you on the show buddy, be ready to cheat your ass off!” He turns and heads toward the door. I just shake my head and finish my drink.
Looking toward the door, I almost wish Rey would walk back in, express his innermost secret desires and follow me to the bathroom, but he doesn’t. I shake my head again and get up, looking around for something to do. I know I need to loosen up a bit and have some fun before tomorrow, as I will begin prepping for our match.
Placing my hand over my eyes to shield the light, I search the crowded bar for some action. I stop and squint. I swear to God I see someone that resembles Sinful Obsession. It couldn’t be, could it? Is Sinful Obsession actually the Sinful Fairies?
“I sure hope so.” I say as I lick my lips, then stop and wonder if I actually said that out loud.
“I did.”
That too. Quickly, I shake my head and break the thoughts of a midnight sexual rendezvous with my opponents, and decide if it is one of them, this would be a great place to attack him, rendering him useless in our match. I dip and scoot through the crowd, getting closer and closer. It is one of them, it has to be. As I get behind him, I tap him on the shoulder. “Guess who mother fucker...”
The ugliest bull dyke I’ve ever seen turns around. I stumble back. “Oh fuck, wrong person.” I close my eyes and wish for it to go away. After a few moments I open one eye to still see the thing staring at me, her hairy mole appearing to be staring as well. I almost vomit. I wish it had been a Sinful Obsession member, but instead I think I found one of their mothers.
I put my hands up as to pre-surrender. “Sorry Mrs. Obsession, didn’t know you were a carpet muncher.” She gasp at me as I turn and hurry away. Once I get out of range, I shudder. Looking at my watch now, I see how late it has become. The night is a bust I guess. No cock, no Sinful Obsession, and too many like Jomary. Fuck it.
As I walk toward the door, I think I see Rey out of the corner of my eye at the bar, but I’m distracted by the sudden urge to piss. Turning toward the bathroom, I head in.
Straddling the urinal, I rhyme to myself as I let my golden stream of glory paint the white porcelain of freedom.
There once were some assholes named Sinful Obsession,
Too ugly even to buy lap dances,
Their asses were fine,
But the rest was sigh,
The only love they ever could ever find,
Was a goat on their grandfathers’ ranch.
I chuckle as I continue the longest piss since Mike Myers in Austin powers. I shake my head at myself , smirk, then shake my cock. “Need help with that?” I perk up and turn, seeing our waiter from before standing behind me with a large grin on his face. I smile at him as he grabs my cock in his hand, and gently strokes it. Grabbing the back of his head, I guide him down to his knees and close my eyes as he places me in his mouth.
As I get close, the bathroom door burst open and low and behold, there stands a drunken, but still sexy, Rey Rosario. Close to climax I smile and hold my hand out to him. “Tag?”
