Shaking After A Pee

I’m always uncertain when shaking after a good pee. Like how long is too long and if I don’t do it enough, will everyone notice? What if it’s too much and everyone still notices?

When you’re alone its cool to shake as much as you want, but when someone walks in its like, “Hello, time to go!” And what if I’m not done? How annoying is it when you think you’re all done, and then as you leave you realize you’re not as done as you thought you were? Then you’re vulnerable, ‘cause its not like you can just go back and add more shake without looking like a total weirdo, so then you go the rest of the day thinking, “Shit! Not enough shake!” and its not like you can look at your crotch while you’re walking ‘cause then you feel like everyone will watch as you uncouthly and pathetically look at your own penis for drops on your shorts/pants. So you walk shoulders back hoping to God your boxers, briefs, whitey-tightey’s, or whatever you’re wearing that day are thick enough that if you drip you’ll be clean on the outside even if you have to struggle through some momentary wetness. Then there are those moments when you shake so much hoping that you’re done that you not only make a total fool of yourself to those that may or may not be momentarily spying on you, but you may shake so much that those residual drips get on the outside of your shorts/pants and now, what was the purpose for shaking in the first place?

X: A Short Story

I get off the phone with Tom. Can’t wait to see the girl he’s bringing this time. Can’t wait to get into the building. Good thing I brought water. Time to try the door.

            They checked my ID. I don’t know why. I don’t look over 18? Gotta get away from the crowd. These guys keep bumping into me. I’m gonna lose my keys.

            I got to the corner. Just check the coast. Clear. Pull out the bag. Glad no one’s around. This one’s a funny blue. Got a face on it or somethin’. Creepy. It’s looking at me. Ugh. I grunt at the taste. Bitter and dry. Like soap.

            It’s been ten minutes. No effect. No Tom. I might go to the main. Maybe I’ll start to feel this. I’ll wait another ten.

            Twenty minutes now. No effect. Mouth’s a bit dry. Think I’ll take some water now. Still no Tom. Maybe I’ll do a second. Still bitter. No more waiting. Going into the main.

            The flashing lights. They excite me. The bass. I can feel it. I can feel the beads of sweat. They're rolling down my forehead. It's a cool burn.

            So many people in here. She's got a great ass. I might try to find her later. Whoa. That's a big man. I can smell his sweat. It's really... oh I love this song.

            Glad I wore these jeans. They feel good rubbing against the palms of my hands. These lights are brilliant. They’re hitting my eyes. These colors are driving me mad. I’m feeling the bass. The room. It’s spinning now. I think I might fall down. No. Staying up. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken a second. I might go…oh there’s the bass again. My bones are vibrating. My teeth want to clench. Want to crack.

            Hey there’s that ass. I might go to it. She’s welcoming. I feel comfortable. I hear a muffled yell. Maybe it’s my ears. She stopped dancing. Looks concerned. She’s not looking at me. Over my shoulder. Scared now more than concerned. Her mouth moves slowly.  The strobe is catching her. “It’s just dancing!” I can see her mouth forming the words. It’s so slow I can see the white and colored marks on her teeth. Her gums are pink. Her lips. Red. They twitch at every word.

            Hand on my shoulder. Spins me around. It’s that tall fuck. His sweat still smells. I try to say something while his arm flexes and his fist clenches. The strobe’s still going. Each flash brings his fist closer. Split second. I can feel his knuckles in my cheek. Against my jaw.

            The strobe. The bass. The strobe goes. Can’t hear the music. Flash. Watching the room while I fall. Flash. I can see faces. Flash. Chests. Flash. Legs. Flash. Floor.