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Rick Austin has published fiction in A&U Magazine, 14 Hills and The Harrington Gay Men’s Fiction Quarterly. Last year, he received a fellowship from the Vermont Studio Center and fiction awards from The Stonewall Foundation (San Francisco) and A&U Magazine. Nuvein Magazine hopes you enjoy his fiction work morsel, exclusively published in Nuvein.
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Benny goes to a sex party.
His man wants to go; his name is Tiny. Tiny goes, so Benny goes, too. The party is in a house on 14th. They surrender their jackets to a small, old, naked, tattooed man. There are many rooms. A kitchen with beer and beer-drinking men.
The men don’t speak.
Everywhere, Benny hears music, it’s cold and monotonous, no-one sings in this music. Tiny goes in the basement, he’s almost naked, he wears something leather. Black, of course. Below, more men and leather and fucking. Other things, too. Behind the house, outside, Benny drinks beer and above he sees stars, etc. Under his boots there’s grass, short and brown.
Benny drinks and waits.
He stands.
He sits down on the grass.
Time strolls, passes by leisurely. Now he has to piss, he goes hunting the pisser. It’s empty. Benny stands and pisses and behind him, suddenly, a large man is standing. He breathes on Benny’s head. Benny can’t finish.
The man says, “Go ahead, I’ll watch.”
Benny says, “Please – go away.”
“I can hold it,” says the man, “let me grab hold of it.”
Benny puts away his dick. “Kiss me boy, you can kiss me at least.” Benny turns around. The man waits. A moment goes by. They kiss. Benny believes it’s like something, like a dog, as if he gave a dog something to eat. Something little and sweet to eat. A tidbit, a morsel. The dog will only grow hungrier. The man embraces Benny. He’s very strong. “Must you do that?” says Benny. “Let go.” Behind the man, Benny can hear Tiny saying, “Hello, are you ready? Alright Benny, I’m ready.” The man lets go of Benny. “Later,” he says. “More later.” “Bye,” says Benny. “Yeah, later. Sure.” He doesn’t like it when they beg. Out on the street, on their way home Benny says to Tiny, “Did you enjoy yourself?” “Not exactly,” says Tiny. “You?” “Not enough,” says Benny. They walk slowly, holding hands, kicking a small stone ahead of them.
