CHRIST CLIMBED DOWN by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 13*

Christ climbed down off the cross this year
To see what the Teaparty Right had wrought
Curious to discover how many rightwing wonks
Were taking his Blessed Name in vain

Rambled and gambled among Republicans
Donald Trump puffed himself up
flush with self-congratulation. Herman Cain
Climbed off his latest blond conquest

To give his endorsement. Saw the first flight
Air Vladivostok nonstop to Anchorage
Saw Sarah Palin out in her backyard
Shooting at it Incensed that a Russian
Aircraft would enter her space

Went on to Minnesota where Michele Bachmann
Busied herself saving gays from themselves
Her fat husband threw himself down on his knees
Mouth watering, hands trembling, to unzip
The fly of his latest victim

Trolled on to Texas Good ole Ricky Perry
Extolled gayness as a sickness Still threatening
To make Texas secede if he does not get his way
Christ gave Rick a good smack on his secretly boned butt
Passed on

To the Newt Gingrich Show Newt was holding forth
Shlocking his latest historical tome on the Second World War
Brushing the ashes of his first two wives whom he betrayed
With skinny Calista, off his desk to make room for contributions

Passed on to Mitt's new house in Escondido Saw
The tight white family all down on their knees praying
Youngest boy had a bottle of Coca-Cola. dad took the cap
Off the bottle with his tight anus. Christ passed on

To Jon Huntsman still trying to prise a ton more of money
Out of his billionaire father Realizing the Teaparty Right
Will not cotton to him He's Mormon He's intelligent
He will not kiss Trump's ass He can actually construct
A simple sentence without a ghostwriter unlike Mitt
or Newt

His cause is hopeless Republicans are hung up
On Ignorance Christ threw up his hands
Crawled back into Mary's imaginary Womb for another year
When Obama will light the 99% fuse Blow them all to fuck


*thanks to the great Lawrence Ferlinghetti for this juicy idea

GETTING LAID IN DECEMBER by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 12

Getting laid in December
Is a very chancy piece of work
Come on hot & bothered
They think you're some kind of jerk
Walk the streets of Barbara Town
Bulge out to HERE
Stupid man! Advertising your panic
and that you're more than queer

Take it easy!
All good things come to those who wait
Should put a little flex in your pecs
and a spring in your gait
You go off to the deckstore
Looking for Just That Certain Table
The hairy guy with the big hands
Looks way more than cape-able
Sells much more than chairs & tables
or play tennis or golf
Looks like he could unfreeze the dead
and drain this hungry wolf.

His eyelashes move up & down
He takes your postdated check
His Man Thing rides way up in his jeans
Breathes hot & heavy on your neck
See his Man Thing ridin up
Inside his tighty whities
Your Man Thing rides up as well
Your Mouse is more than Mighties

Checkin out your outrageous nips
The way the fur spills out of your shirt
Your Man Thing has become so large
Damn thing is beginning to hurt

Sign the check for the stuff for the deck
Wait till 3 in the Aft
Hairy Guy sends along his Grunt
Who looks like he could give you the shaft
Six foot two just like you
Thick fur spillin out of his collar
He's the Real Thing for your Ding-a-ling
Sound as a Coolidge dollar

Gives you a whack at his hairy buttcrack
As you spot your old orange umbrella
In the new table set, how good does it get
With this roistering well endowed fella?

Guess I'll have to wait till January
To doublegang these sturdy fellows
ain't gettin any action on this Suction Pump
Cojones are blown up like bellows
Nips erect like javelins
Looks like they're threatening to explode
Have to Skype for one of my type
So I can lose this dangerous load

Wait till it's January to get nice & hairy
With these nice & hairy Merry Men
It's so damn hard to get laid in December
When it's damned old Santa all over again!

CRAIGSLIST MONEYSUCKERS by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 11

There's a housewife in far Abilene
Whose pursuits are essentially unclean
She rinses off tripes from her old babywipes
And sells the wipes on the old Craigslist scheme!

In Montecito a man called Perdue
Put his foot into some other shoe
If your chops get all wettish , offers up a foot fetish
With Craigslist providing the clue.

In Santa Barbara some twins named de Paul
Offer twin pleasures ... or nothing at all
While Betty gives head Barb is waiting in bed
For a check. Or your fast VISA scrawl.

Down in Texas in downscale Odessa
There's a haughty old babe named Contessa
she'll sell, on a dare, her mom's old Tupperware
Then check in with her Catholic confessor!

But the best of this lot is those guys
Under rainy Wenatchee Wash skies
Who will offer you blisses from both orifices
And an apple to top off the prize.

If you want either virgins or truckers
You can sort out all these motherfuckers
You can bet that they all will answer your call
These intrepid Craigslist Moneysuckers!

LEFTOVERS by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 10

In the debris after Thanksgiving dinner
I examine my cojones for heft
And examine the thing that swings in between
To see if there's any juice left

Yes!
The Turkey has taken the spunk from its trunk
Cranberry sauce has rouged up the potatoes
And because I like Roughing I'm considering stuffing
Some post-prandial Thanksgiving tomatoes.

Like that Fuzzy Red Man in Chicago
Who shows the red fur in his crack
...and not to be rude, there's that hot Westside Dude
who carries Long Beach on his back.

And over in Bennington Vermont
Is that big Dunhambear in November
Who shows off his chops until his stuff drops
And exhibits the most of his member.

Then there is hot Voglioquello
Known as Cicciotano to some
Who creates a few ripples by showing his nipples
And the thick silky hair on his bum

All of these are Leftovers from some Man Feast
Full of fury and folly and Might
Where we all think it's neat to just munch what we eat
And we all have a big Overbite

But before I dismiss all these agents of bliss
I'll direct you to Fiftyhot in WeHo
Who exists in the shock of a beautiful cock
and a proclivity to give the last Blow

Before we just skate on to Christmas
I'm not immune to any allure
So just grab me by my tuchus, take me into a nuchus
And drive that Thing home when you're sure

That I'm not just another of all your Leftovers
In case you are getting my Dreft
I'm not the kind of base lover to stay undercover
And just let you take what is left!

So take my green eyes, take my strong arms for their size
And without even making a pause
You might just prepare to be willing to share
These Leftovers with Ole Santy Claus!

VIRGIN (AGAIN) by Dennis Doph aka Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 8

Oh
Thanks to the Newt who sure acts kinda cute
When you throw him a gift card from Tiffany's
And thanks to Santorum who knows how to bore 'em
With tales of his Faith and his stiff knees

Thanks to Big Mitt who, while pausing to spit,
straps the dog to his car like a rube
And to Big Herman Cain, while augmenting his name
Thinks Libya is some kind of lube.

And to home schooled Michele while she's giving us hell
Accusing us all of being rank Socialists
Brushing her tresses, busting out of her dresses
While her husband is dropping his wrists.

Though I may be Low Rent I'm a solid 99%
And we'll rule when this fracas is done
So chop off Iraq and that dull Afghan shack
and those suckers whose percentage is One.

To hell with those weasels who drill for more diesels
While fracking is whacking these men
Our sweet apertures have been abused by these boors
Though it's nice to be virgin (again).

TEQUILA TAMPON by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 7

Ludi Jadeness, husky bra-filling voluptuous chick
Fond of finding new forms of fun for her vagina
Of all the tricks and kicks this gal might choose to pick
The New Game with a tampon could not be much finer
Just take your favorite Tampon -- your faithful old Kotex
Soak it overnight in your favorite drinkin' booze
Insert it in the orifice that you prefer for sex
Rev your Action Engine up to DynaCruise

Ludi soaked her Kotex in Bailey's Irish Cream
Proceeded to have a Vaginal Ball crossed with a Hot Wet Dream

Her sweet boy, Russ Vitessa, preferred a man for meat
Still enjoyed sweepin' Sweet Ludi off her fat flat feet
Soaked one of her Kotices (note the enticing plural)
In 80 proof Jim Beam, for anal tweak endural.
So, with Ludi sailin' on, tweaked by her Irish Bailey's,
Russ had a Buttcomet rivaling that of Haley's!

So they rocked and they reeled and the rockin' got much realer
When they soaked what they inserted on 100 proof tequila.
And they reeled and they rocked and they gave each other sass
Put a salt rim on their buttchops and got drunk out of their ass!

* A true story, recounted by Stephen Colbert, who is always truthful.

PICKET BURN by Dennis Doph aka Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 6

Mitt Romney
Is nothing if not essentially versatile
A flash of those teeth
Could shine out for a mile
Squaring those manly shoulders
Could make an old woman young
always contrives
To seem kind of manly and hung
Can take a firm position
With obligations infinite
Then change his position
As soon as he'd begin it
Constant flipflopping
Simply makes no sense
And he has Picket Burn on his ass
From straddling the fence.

His Baggage has its own Baggage
Always subject to change
Grandpa's butt is too cold
To ride this particular range
Thinks he has Moxie
Like a real political rockstar
Then he straps the family dog
To the roof of his car
Supported Universal Healthcare in dear old Massachusetts
Now condemns anything but private healthcare
For your Whatsis or your Whoosis

Advocated arbitration with Iran for quite a long spell
Now firmly behind blowing
75 million Persians to hell
Thought Freedom of Choice
Was the bellwether for all women
Now thinks Personhood should be granted
To every precious drop of semen

Been Out There for years
We always know where to find him
Still no more than 23% of Republicans
Care to get behind him
Cold as a cucumber;
Why should we care?
Long as he remembers
To change his Magic Underwear

Thinks his boring chambray shirts
Qualify him as a Cuntsman
there is ONE intelligent Republican/Mormon candidate
But his name is Jon Huntsman

Herman Cain's
Having "J" for Jesus carved on his perineum
Is pretty intense
But Romney has Picket Burn on his Michigan stern
From sitting on that fence!

HE SAW WHAT HE DID by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe. 5

Penn State sure hires the hottest guys to be assistants for their Game
When the Name of the Game is Footbaw, it's never connected with shame
So imagine the shame of Mike McQueary who'd never been connected with smut
When he saw his boss Jerry Sandusky having a little boy up his butt!

"Why are you so merry, big handsome Jerry
Thrashing about in the shower there?
Is that boy eleven or possibly seven?
You make an amazing pair!
There's something about his eyes and the way that he cries
As he hits the shower wall with a thump
There's something about the look on your face
As you match him hump for hump."

"O! No, McQueary, don't make me weary," moaned Sandusky, sequestering his cock.
"Don't have revulsions about the boy's convulsions as he goes into serial shock."
So McQueary played the tool but he was no one's fool or a stiff from Dante's Inferno
So he screwed his courage to the sticking place
And told his story to Coach Paterno.

"You saw what he did, that snotty kid?" asked Paterno, filing his nails,
"The way to keep a kid straight and athletically great
Is to shtupp him when all else fails."
But McQueary insisted, Poppa Joe got blistered when he failed to reciprocate shock.
What McQueary sez was reported to Spanier the Prez
Trying to clean Sandusky's clock.

"We must win the game! Yes! We must win the game!
Our responses must always please
The blue of the welts on a little boy's ass or the blue of the Viennese.
So have another chaw! It's about FOOTBAW and Penn State has never been queer.
So let this not be about Jerry Sandusky or any personalities here."

So time pressed on, opportunity was gone or so everybody had said.
But in just a few weeks the janitor peeks at Sandusky giving head.
Had a ten-year-old boy's shorts down around his ankles
While the boy was croakin' like a toad
Sandusky's satisfaction was pure throat action getting one more pre-pubertal load.

So the janitor told McQueary, lookin' kinda bleary ... McQueary told Paterno again
Paterno said, "Shit! This is the end of it -- I'm not coppin' out on my Men!"
But McQueary said, "Coach, this guy is a roach ... just about the worst of the bunch
And between each rugger he plays the Bugger and eats boy protien for lunch."

Paterno took the stand with hat in hand hoisting Spanier upon his petard
Spanier said, "Ignore it, Though we just adore it and we all know
Sandusky gets HARD."

But the word was out, they all commenced to shout, circling each other like sharks
Sandusky then pumped up his Acumen and exhibited a few more larks.
Now they're all in the soup, every man in the group and Penn State is against the wall
They all saw what he did, to each luckless kid, but he sure had one helluva ball!

So Fight, Fight, for Dear Penn State , forget each Dear Little Kipper
Though each rosebud might bloom in the locker room
To the sound of Sandusky's zipper.
Footbaw's the name of the game that SELLS to the athletic community
We all see what we do to each one of you
...and you better watch out for me!

TO EAT AND BE EATEN by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe . 4

Sat on my deck
Overlooking the misty Pacific
Picking my scalp Ruminating
Scabs, sores, dandruff
Scaly patches my conditioner
Would not eliminate Found
Tiny patch of flaky scalp
Hardly significant enough
To be called a scab
Picked it, examined it,
Threw it on the floor of the deck

Small Mother ant came running
From a crack intent on this semi-scab
Seized it, carried it away reeling
Drunkenly toward another crack
In the floorboards Disappearing
with my semi-scab Suddenly
Become so precious

Fantasized Mother and and Ten
Baby Ants gorging themselves
on my useless semi scab

Thought about the ants American Ants
Scrabbling to make themselves Precious
So Precious they must be elected to office

Pizza Ant who hits on blond women
Pretends it never happened

Homeschooled Lady Ant
Calls everyone Socialist if they fall
Outside her Evangelical purview

Boring Dad Ant son of another Dad Ant
Boring as hell Trying desperately
To distinguish himself from other
Dad Ants None so desperately boring
As He He
Is the frontrunner by default

Much disrespected Gay-Hating Ant
Pennsylvania Family Values Ant
Whose name cannot be Googled
Without revulsion Refers to all
Sex outside of Hetero as Man-on-Dog

Texas Ant who has never been defeated
Cannot imagine being defeated
Craggy in his weathered handsomeness
Stupid
In his ability to whore himself out
for anything

The Right of Center Ant Brigade
Eating us Trying to devour us
Elevate their minuscule Antness
Above ours

Slowly
Another of these predatory Ant Monsters
Seizes another piece of my scalp
Rushes to his hole in the floor
To emerge
Triumphantly sometime before next summer
As the new Front Runner

Some of destined to eat and be eaten
Some of us destined to simply eat
And get fat and become
The next Republican candidate for President

NO GREATER JOY

Parallel Universe. 3

Havin' a ball in Pleasantville Tennessee
Celebratin' the No Greater Joy Ministry
Michael Pearl and wife Debi just get off so fine
Whuppin' their kids with plastic plumbing line.
Pearls advocate strict toilet training and rough home schools
Raise children the way Amish treat their mules.

Admonish parents for being meek and mild
Self-publishing their book To Raise Up a Child.
Christian homeschoolers praise it in their magazines
Conjure up all kinds of delicious scenes.
Pastor Pearl gets a bonerific penis rocket
Flexible plumbing line down deep in his pocket.

Up in Sedro-Woolley, Washington
Larry and Cari Williams were havin' lots of fun
Homeschoolin' Ethiopian kids 11 to 7
Sendin' some of 'em straight up to heaven!
Found Daughter Hana in bad condition
From whuppin', hypothermia and malnutrition.
Larry Williams was an enthusiastic Skagit County rube
Whuppin' his kid with Pearl's plastic tube.

In California in a town called Paradise
Little Lydia Schatz was whupped in a manner awful nice
Parents Kevin and Elizabeth got some funny stares
Whuppin' Little Lydia and sayin' their prayers.
Minister Pearl puts all complaints right into the blower
...He is a champion tomahawk thrower.

"He that spoils the rod, hateth his son."
He says, throwin' that Hawk, havin' more fun.
Finicky homeschoolers, just save your breath.
Buy the book! And have fun
Beating your kid to death.

UZBEKI-BEKI-STAN-STAN by Wagenblatz

Parallel Universe . 2

Here in lovely Uzbeki-beki-stan-stan
We search for the perfect brain
And the most perfect one under an Uzbeki sun
Is the one on Herman Cain.

Though he refuses to know the name of our Prez
Nothing could be much clearer
Republicans gasp about everything he says
As he masturbates under a mirror.

There is nothing unclean in Uzbeki-beki-stan-stan
We have no crocodiles in our moat
And the only thing Trekky about dear Uzbeki
is our desire to be fucked by a goat.

So while we yield to the fist of this insistent lobbyist
and set our Peter Meter to SLOW
Wonder how long it takes when the takes off his brakes
And we scream, "Go, Herman! Go!"


As we're getting a tan in Uzbeki-beki-stan
We have focussed our Tan Man Scanner
While he's arranged his attack as a Jet Black Jack
Nobody could get much tanner.

Herman's coasted his Rolls to the top of the polls
He's invented all kinds of new tricks
Though he thinks it's fine to fix on NINE NINE NINE
We're all thinking: SIX SIX SIX.

Diagonally Parked by Dennis Doph (Wagenblatz)

Parallel Universe. 1

As I whirl my way through life
I am There
Musing my way between sensation and sensation
I am There
Exercising what's left of my will
To titillate or possibly thrill
Diminuendo, or perhaps a tiny trill
I am There! I am There!

As my Vehicle drives along
This scuzzy block we have happened upon
Buttons unbuttoned, weapons drawn
Signs
Exhort me to diagonally park
Not waste my time there after dark
Though all this Denial may cause a spark
.....of lust. I trust Because I care.
I am There. It's true! Are you?

See you unbuttoning your hairy chest
To be nursed Like all of the men
I have caroused and cursed
You may not be the best. Certainly,
You won't be the worst
Spoken the truth! Along with this cribbed
Quotation from Sweet Bird of Youth.

So please, ease this steamin' vehicle
You are driving or being driven in
To the place where we can both begin
To put this Parallel Universe into a Perpendicular spin
Though (just a little bit) it might hurt
Or spurt Baby, let me tear off
What's left of your shirt to wet it off
Before we get it off.

Let us pursue this palpitating hell
Double Parking parallel
As this Universe explodes
Let me powder your nodes
With another of my exemplary loads
Let this Parking be hilted
Before either of us has wilted
Or someone's husband or wife feels jilted.
Who cares? Mike, if you like,
I am Theirs!

CLAMP DOWN ON THIS by Wagenblatz

Touchdown Jesus. 61

If
This highway is too wide to drag your pride through
If
This alley is too narrow to skin your hide through
If
The bodies you've been offered are just too much
Like lead, deadly to the touch
Clamp down on this. Share a rebel's kiss.

When
I have shown you how to be a real Insider
When
You open up open even wider
Give in to your fate
Simply ejaculate
Clamp down on this again, like all you Insider Men

Then you sleep with the smooth caress of my breast
Your hands buried deep in the hair of my chest
Tongue buried deep in a place firm but yielding
Homerunner .... Centerfielding ....

Now
Need escalating at a fever pitch
Now
You want to be my Stud, have me be your Bitch
When we both smell of the stables, let me turn the tables
Open up your crack. THE BITCH IS BACK!
Back where you need him before you seed him
Nobody's Uncle ... sure as hell nobody's Aunt
Clamp down on what you want.

BREAST MILK BABY by Wagenblatz

Touchdown Jesus. 60

Breast Milk Baby has come to my house to stay
To milk my sap with her little yap and keep the flies away
To amp up the cruise with nips that ooze and keep the action free
And keep my chest as cruise-able as sweet Romain Duris

Then their African Bim might replace quim, docilely sucking there
If she can find my red hot nips in all that red hot hair
I might switch to the Japanese model
Just to make sure these nips won't go beggin'
But these nipsuckers better suck like hell to beat old Nancy Reagan!
But what the makers of 'Breast Gluton' can propose this beast to use
Is more than I can comprehend when they have Penelope Cruz!

HE WHO KNEELS by Wagenblatz

Touchdown Jesus. 57

On a sidestreet in downtown Santa Barbara
One where winetasting shops hustle in every doorway
There's a video store which is the lowest rung of perdition
Hosted by a series of dour semi black semi studs
Where in the frontroom one can buy cordless vibrating dildoes

Stuff to cram up your ass while someone is doing your front
Boy mags Girl mags Boy-and-girl mags Girl-and-girl mags
Boy-and-boy mags All the mags in Milk of Magnesia

Enough to gag a maggot. Backrooms are something else
Long series of videoviewing cum spewed devices
Gloryholes on either side of the seat Penises
Coming through each hole. HEAVEN.

In back there are private screeningrooms where a guy
Can get laid bigtime if he is clever and hung both of which
I am

Go in there any time Any day Rain or shine about two o'clock
This guy comes in totally innocuous guy Probably
Somebody's father. Somebody's husband
always wears a scruffy denim shirt workjeans
Quite a nice body

He's the one who kneels. Checks ya out as you come thru
From the boy-boy, girl-girl, boy-girl magroom
Checks out what you've got in yr pants

Go into a viewingbooth there she is onscreen
Same old Japanese bitch beggin the ten inch Black guy
to pork her pussy Some guy's cock comin thru the hole
To the right He Who Kneels has just gone
into the booth on the left Ya whip our yr dick

Isn't hard yet but it will be quite soon
When it is it is magnificent He Who Kneels
Puts his indexfinger thru the hole Beckons
For you to put yr dick thru the hole You do

He sucks it Sucks it lovingly sucks it hard
Tongues it down to its very root Ya bend forward:
"meet me in back".

Leave the machine still running Dumb Jap gal
Still beggin for hard cock Walk quickly
To a screeningroom at the back Go in
Lean against the wall, drop yr pants

He comes in the room Kneels takes yr big
already precumming cock in his trap
Hilts ya all the way down to yr balls
Turns ya around sticks his tongue in yr rosebud
Rims ya for awhile

Turns ya back around Hilts ya Takes yr balls
Deep in his mouth Sucks em Slaps em
takes yr dick back in his mouth goes for broke
You cum

Hilts ya harder deeper You cum even more
Slap him on the back He breaks
Staggers away leans against the wall Shoots a load
Yer out the door blown to total orgasm
In less time than it takes to write this blog

God bless He Who Kneels He is the true savior
Of this community Forget the Guy in the Sky
Who always has His eye on you
This guy is Jesus Christ on a stick
The stick is a fuckstick The fuckstick is yours

THREE by Wagenblatz

Touchdown Jesus. 55

The Springs Sprung Part Three

Out of the inferno of 111 degree Juneweather
Myself and two other unbidden unexpected
Unbelieveable men Walking blind into an unknown
Environment 21 years before interviewed
Multi pierced owners Now fiftysomething
Vegas dancing boys One taciturn One
a mad Fruit Fly

Sometimes things happen so fast you don't realize
They're happening Sometimes they happen
Spontaneously Amazingly This man
Amazing man Beef on the hoof Tan awesome
Uplifted pecs Monsterbreeding nips

Kind of smile that would melt Iceland
Walked across the tarmac next to the West Pool
Took my fat dick in his hand Pulled me to him
Kissed me

In bed within less than a minute Exploring
Each other Tongues Fingers No turn
Left unstoned Don's French. French Canadian
French Amazingly from the same town
in New Brunswick

Where my great grandmother was born and married
Too many coincidences His irish father from the same
Tiny town in Maine as my mother's entire family
DNA on the Half Shell?

Sucked his beautiful eight inch cock took his sperm
He took mine Went down on me I was forced
...Forced! To eat out his perfect ass and fuck it
Hilted in him

Could feel my superhard dick connecting solidly
In his second sphincter Pumped him Pumped him
He howled Clamped his buttmuscles down
On my dick

Shot the kind of load I would have expected
From an elephant in heat Howling. Hosed me
I was in Seventh Heaven
This went on for quite awhile

Finally he left me, collapsed. Gone for the entire
Second day his roomshutters closed

On the second day I met Al

Lean 150 lb full of energy Full of information
Full of sex Whopper of a Norwegian cock
At least nine fat inches flopping somewhere
around his knee

Took care of that . Kneeling next to him at a shady spot
Near the West Pool which had become my environment
of assignation Because my so-called pals from Long Beach
with whom after 5 years of constant flirting and pic-sharing
I had absolutely no valid connection were holding court
at the North Pool I avoided it

Sucked Al's awesome cock till he started to precum for me
Took him into my room Repeat Repeat Repeat
the events of the previous day minus the anal penetration
Ate him out good though

Had sex for six hours Broke for dinner On the third day
Put Al and Don together WOOF Exploded like two
superloaded high megaton sexual atomic weapons
Fat penises Discharging sperm in all directions

On each other On me Amped each other up
The three of us Kind of hyperactive sexual activity
Even blase Inn Exile was not used to seeing
Not on this level Three men hairy hung passionate

eating sucking rimming kissing ejaculating

Positioned Don and Al on separate pool pads
In 69 mode Sucked each other to the delight
of the West Pool crowd Went from one
To the other

Fingering their butts Kissing their spermsticky faces
It went on and on and on Kept building Finally
That night found them both happily cradled
between my thighs

Each of them kissing Taking quality time to suck
My cock between kisses HEAVEN

Finally at the end of the fourth day wanted to cry
Just said, 'BREAK' Left them

Want them back

WOLFPACK by Wagenblatz

Touchdown Jesus. 54

The Springs Spring, Part Two

During the day Inn Exile sits
Like a steamin Hot Cross Bun
Curving around the bend of Warm Springs Drive
Like something ready to have firm teeth sunk into it
Like something ready to be eaten voraciously
Like most of the men who stay there
Like me

Middleaged hopeful always wishful men
Running away from their realities
Leaving their homes, home cities behind
For a creative bit of hanky-panky. Bit
or bits. Lots of bits. Hankering to get
The Bit between their teeth.

Simmering in the late summer sun waiting for
Him
Something like Him Something to feed the fantasy

Well-behaved. To a point. Doors slam.
Gentlemen disappear behind closed doors.
Cries are heard shattering the Hundred Degree daylight.

The Wolfpack arrives. Boys Young men
Predators of the night Anything resembling
Sanity goes home when the night manager
Puts his hairy chest away Locks the door behind him

A hiatus of breathless hours
Nine-thirty to Midnight. All hell breaks loose.

Every junk-addled badboy, snotnosed parolee,
Rough punked-out kid looking for a sex fix,
Every little whore in the Coachella Valley
Stands waiting Fly unzipped Behind the pillars
Beyond the Long Pool A few oldsters
Watch 25 year old sexvideos starring Blondie-
Turning- sixty who's letting the Punks
in the West Door

The big hairy chested boy who just bailed
Out of Iraq parades his beefy big nipped bod
Around Spreading love When the Oldsters say,
"Let's" He'll say, "It's not the time". It isn't.
It's time for the Wolfpack to howl.

This sixtysomething purveyor of red-hot sexuality
Shivers in his room Hoping to get the hell out of there
ASAP

HUNGRY AT THE SPA by Wagenblatz

touchdown jesus. 53

We were hungry at the spa

Famished for a good meal at the ol' Watering Hole

Where the Springs that the Springs was named after

Comes up outta the ground

Where Charley Farrell stood in 1928

Just after he had made his first sound film with Janet Gaynor

Said to the Moneymen, "Man,

This would be a good place to build a spa."

The Moneymen built a spa

Built it from the groundup like Moneymen should

Bob Hope and Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour

Put their hard earned Paramount money into it

Spa grew & grew & grew till it was a fuckingbig Spa

Twelve stories high Bones of the old Spa

Buried three stories underground where Charley Farrell

sucked Gilbert Roland's cock

Now Al and Don and I came to dinner at the Spa

Fucked-out after an afternoon of cocksucking

At Inn Exile where the temperature was 111 in the shade

Drank each other instead of ice tea

What came out of Al and Don

Sweeter than May wine

What came out of me was the explosion of Blue Balls

Been holding in for months

No food at the Spa Economy was bad

Spa hotel had to close its kitchen Lay off its staff

The old Spa will never be the same

We were hungry at the Spa

Had to go off and eat each other for supper