My name is Gin Rummy, and this is My Voice
If I had a voice, I would tell you
how I'm openly gay, and I don't a problem with it.
And I would tell you about my first romantic encounter with my best friend Ed.
We had come back from an unsuccessful robbery spree, and it was hot as hell up in his mansion bedroom.
I sat at his chair at the desk while he laid flat across his bed, one leg cocked up. I noticed how his muscles were bulging through his shirt,
ready to rip out of there,
and It was turning me on. I could feel a boner comming on.
He was feeling sore, and wanted me to give him a shoulder massage. Who was I to deny this request?
He sat up and I went over there to rub his shoulders. His muscular body was at my touch, and just giving him a massage was turning me on.
So I breathed on his neck, placed a kiss there, making him laugh. Hearing him laugh made me suckle on his neck, and he moaned.
I kissed up and down his cheek, then he turned his head slightly and kissed my lips,
transitioning from a light kiss to a heavy make-out session.
He pulled me on top of him to kiss me some more, then wiped a strand of my long hair out of my face, and told me how pretty my eyes were.
Things were moving pretty fast at that point.
Soon, our shirts were gone,
then the pants,
then eveything else.
Half an hour and a few tangled sheets later, we lay there kinda embracing each other,
our faces as red as Ed's hair from what we had just done.
I remember turning to see his face, and I actually muttered the words "I love you". He just laughed softly, and held me tighter as we fell asleep.
But the next day, he acted like the encounter never happened, even denied the fact that he could be gay, like me.
I tried to forget it too, but it was too hard, and it was too late.
I had fallen in love with the out-of-place Wuncler man, but he didn't love me back,
nor will he ever feel the way I feel about him.