Renaissance Drawing, unidentified artist

 

FantasyPlay
in Six Very Short Acts

Jett Rink

 

ONE

Manhattan. Sultry August day. I stood behind him in line
at the bank. He was hot.

TWO

I stood behind him in line at the bank. There was something about him. You know what I mean. I caught up with him at the corner, waiting for the light. Nice day [pause]. Yeah.

THREE

I saw him as soon as I walked into the bank. I think he caught me looking. I stood right behind him in line. There was something about him. You know what I mean. Hard to put your finger on. We had adjacent tellers. I looked over at him. Casual. As if I wasn't looking. I caught up with him at the corner, waiting for the light. Nice day. Yeah. It is [grin]. Great bank. Sure is. I live in the next block [smile]. Great. We went home and humped like a couple of dogs.

FOUR

I saw him as soon as I walked into the bank. I think he caught me looking. But I wasn't sure. No one behind him in line. No one but me. I stood close enough to smell him. He looked kind of scruffy. But there was something about him. You know what I mean. We had adjacent tellers. I looked over at him. Shameless. Staring. Was he looking back? Cagey. Hot. I caught up with him at the corner, waiting for the light. Nice day. Yeah. It is [grin]. Great bank. Sure is. We crossed the street. You work in the neighborhood? Yeah. Up on Columbus. I live right here. Got time for a break? I guess so. We tore off our clothes. He was hairy. Arms, legs, tongues all over.

FIVE

It was noon. I saw him as soon as I walked into the bank. He must have seen me looking. No one behind him in
line. Only me. I practically pressed up against him—so he'd get the idea. He was kind of scruffy. Chest hair spilled over his collar: instant hardon. We had adjacent tellers. I stared at him. Again. And again. Shameless. Was he looking back? Or just looking around? I finished first. I hung around. Counted my money. Over and over. Until he was through. Then followed him out. I caught up with him at the corner, waiting for the light. Nice day. Yeah it is [grin]. Great bank. Sure is. We crossed the street. You work in the neighborhood? Yeah. Up on Columbus. I live right here. Got time for a break? Sure. Why not. I was taking a chance, cruising you like that. Cruising ME? I was cruising YOU. I stroked his furry belly. Lingered with my fingers below. Watch it. That's my hot spot.
You're one hot man. I'm hot?! You're the hot one. You kiss like an angel. Where'd you learn to kiss like that? Same place I got the tattoo. In the Marines.

SIX

I stood behind him in line at the bank. I figured he wasn't going to look at some guy with one arm and a limp. He finished his transaction and walked out.

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JETT RINK
lives somewhere in the United States.