From the Tap
written 25 September 2005 copyright © 2005-present James Sanghyun Han (a.k.a. steal this and DIE)
| It's interesting how, as cute or as nice as they might be, it's just not there with some guys. You kiss, and the tongues are slightly off-center, working in a badly syncopated rhythm. Out in front and at rigid attention, his teeth - why, what did you think I was going to say? - are brushed minty, but you taste something rank deep within him. Even though he's showered, something smells off. The dick may be magnificent but it doesn't really matter. Your bodies don't fit quite right. You have to really make it work, instead of letting things happen and being taken away by it. And then there're the rare ones you meet. You kiss, and it's like a revolutionary concept as your tongues melt into each other like the natural ebb and flow of tides, like they were meant to merge, like they're giving you a preview of what else is in store once the waves recede. You don't taste toothpaste, but through and through the dark well tastes clear and clean, maybe tinted with minerals - like sweet tepid water from the garden hose or the kitchen tap on a too-hot day, where every single swallow only makes you ache for ever more greedy mouthfuls. And he may not have showered since the morning, but all you smell is his soft skin, like slices of warm bread. The dick isn't much to speak of, but like everything else it's better than magnificent, because it's just right, and you're too busy drowning and arching into the surrounding currents to give a shit anyway. He's a little shorter maybe, but your bodies mesh so well it makes your teeth hurt to remember it later - a perfectly orchestrated tangle of four guy arms and four guy legs, weaving fingers, kissing lingers, like hand to glove, plug to socket, bolt to nut, with the windows opened as wide as your mouths. There is effort required to be sure, but you have long since relegated most of the work to mutual gravity. It should come as no surprise then that when I find a guy who's sweet and cute and it's all there, I take notice and want nothing more than to make him mine. It's rare to drink from the tap and feel rivers spilling down your throat to anoint you from the inside, feel your hunger increase even as your thirst is quenched, and such a singular nectar should be pursued, captured, and above all, treasured. |