“The Knocking Over of the Trophy”

Bert reached into a wooden night table, pulled out an elongated jar of blue, and unscrewed its white cap. Bert squeezed a silver gel onto his palm and rubbed his digits wet.

“What’s that?” Scott said.

“It is a microbicide to protect you from his germs,” Lily said. “It also makes the backdoor delivery smoother.”

Into the forbidden zone, Bert pushed the rake of his slippery fingers.

Scott felt his eyes gloat.

Bert reached for some nose tissue; he wiped his hands clean; and he brought the elongated bottle of blue over his right shoulder.

Scott took the plastic thing. “You sure about this?”

“My ass is yours whenever you’re ready,” Bert said, sounding as though he had just woken up.

Hard as he tried not to, Scott couldn’t help but feel like he was screwing Bert not once, but twice. After all, Scott had already slept with Lily. How could Bert not be angry?

“What’s keeping you back there?” Bert said.

Scott squeezed the blue bottle.

The silver jelly flopped onto Scott’s hard-on.

Scott smeared the lube over the peach-hued skin of his member. He knelt between the ^ of Bert’s legs. Scott dropped the blue bottle as though it were a straw. He laid a hand on one of Bert’s sliced-in-half cantaloupes. And Scott fed his boner into Bert’s butt crack.

Bert let out the air in his mouth. This sounded like a blood pressure cuff depressurizing.

Scott pressed his wiener further in.

Bert’s tunnel resisted like a fist to intruding fingers.

This is freakin’ vulgar! Scott told himself. Half of him feared the prospect of stool bits seeping into his dick slit. Half of him got off on fucking a guy despite nature’s limits. “Cornholin’,” as his friends called it back in Idaho, worried Scott at one level, for it was growing in popularity. Scott knew that, in general, gals would not fall for it. This meant that horny guys would have to bend over for each other. Bi dudes, of course, had no problem with that. But straight men might have a problem returning the favor. Already, Scott could imagine a rise in conflict between a shrinking straight population and an increasing bi male populace. Hopefully, Scott concluded, micro-whatever-they-were-called would lessen the hazards of a sexuality that, although nature permitted, it didn’t