Time…Like A Cock In My Heart
by Dave Trudell
“Dave, what’s the most important thing in your life right now?”
I have so many important things vying for my attention at this moment that it’s hard to pick just one: a new job, my health, maintaining my exercise regimen, writing my solo show, writing a pilot and touching a dick. An actual dick that isn’t mine. Right before omicron decided to rear its ugly head, I actually received head for the first time in almost two years from a married bisexual film buff who’s in an open relationship with his bisexual wife. It was a one-off, so to speak, and we didn’t finish because it was very late and we were tired, so it “kind of” counts but not really. I need a big finish. An explosion of cum that drenches both of us and shakes the bed like the Northridge earthquake, lying there sweaty and spent, unable to move while the cum on our bodies slowly crystallizes into sea salt. Still, although we fell asleep, it was nice to finally feel a mouth on my penis and to actually hold one in my hands again. “What is this strange, fleshy baton within my hands?” Instead of dick, I should be writing about my creative aspirations and believe me, they’re very, very important. I’m not getting any younger, even though I’m trying to roll back the clock like “Benjamin Button,” and it’s time….it’s time to make money from my creative ventures. I don’t mean selling out or solely doing something for cash. I’m talking about making money from my creative passions. I don’t love working in an office, sitting beneath fluorescent lights that illuminate my body like a CT scan while I push paper, but my attention to detail serves me nicely within this world. And it’s a paycheck. The cute intern who worked for us a few summers ago was a musician AND an aspiring attorney with a detail-oriented mindset. On his Facebook page there were pictures of him with his shirt open, his large nipples poking through…and something else poking through his fitted jeans as he strummed a guitar slung across his neck. See that? My mind instantly shifted to dick again. I’ve been trying to book some meetings in order to take “dicktation” but now that omicron is ravaging the country, do they need to take a PCR test before they come over? Swab their nose before I swab their ass with my tongue? Rapid tests aren’t available anywhere. I almost ran into CVS the other day and pulled a Shirley MacLaine from “Terms of Endearment.” But instead of yelling “Give my daughter the shot!” I wanted to scream: “Who do I have to fuck around here to get a rapid in-home test so that I can get fucked?!” It’s probably best to lay low for now and not get laid. Much better for my writing career. I can channel that energy into my one man show or my pilot or an essay. What really matters most this year is balance. Balancing my time: time to write, time to work, time to exercise, time for dick, time to relax, time to read, time to have fun. Hmm. Time to stop thinking about time because it’s not infinite. Oh! And time to have a relationship. It’s been too long. My friends keep encouraging me to set up a profile on OK Cupid or Match.com but every time I get close to completing my profile, I delete it. I don’t have time. Wait….there’s that dreaded word again: time.
©2022 Dave Trudell
