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It was a very strange walk to be on. I fixed on one guy walking by andthought, "Damn!" "Yeah!" my partner said to me as he fixed his one, big, weeping eye onthe stud. "You can just tell he's got a big wiener, can't you?' "Well, yeah." I admitted. He did have a big wiener. He had it underone arm, in fact! "I don't think that's what they mean when they say that." I pointedout. "Hey, I know that." my partner said as he rolled along on his big,bulbous rollers. "You have to understand, here everything is literal aswell as figurative." "Is that why I'm walking along talking with a dick?" I said to him. He nodded. "That's just it." "I was wondering about that." I said with a grin. "You sometimes knowthe guy you're with is a dick, but you don't always get to see him thatway." My smile slipped. "But then...why aren't you...smaller? You know,like a real dick." "Well, I could be that small." he said, in a bit of a snit aboutit. "But then, would you pay me any attention at all?" "Hey!" I said. "I wasn't trying to be nasty about it. I was justcurious." "Like you used to be curious?" he managed to cock his single eye atme. Or was that his mouth? I realized now that he had the single slit onthe center of his head, and nothing else. "Curious how?" "I mean, you and me spent many a warm, happy night under the coversafter we went to bed." he pointed out. "Not to mention those wonderfullazy Saturday mornings, just you and me and that bit of morning loving wehad?" I looked at him again. "Charley?" I said to him. He nodded. "You didn't even know who I am?" He sounded offended. "Hey, hey, not like this, I didn't!" I protested. "I'm used to havingyou down there between my legs and...and attached to me and such." "It used to be that way." Charley said to me. "But I don't know howmuch longer that's going to even matter to you!" He was definitelyweeping. Having to console a crying penis is something of a conundrum inlogic! Not to mention rather sticky! "Hey, Charley, don't be that way!" I said as I pattedhis...back. Hell, I don't know what to call it, the part of him that wasbehind from my point of view. I had to sort of lean in, for his balls (whathe had been ambulating on somehow or other) were sort of in the way of myfeet. "You're forgetting all about me." He mourned. "You and that...that guyyou're with now!" "Hey, let's talk about this." I said. "You know you're important tome! You're my dick, Charley! I love you! It breaks my heart to see you likethis." "Careful!" he said as I felt my heart cracking in my chest. "Youforget that this place is not only figurative but literal!" His tearsvanished in concern for me. "Why are we here, then?" I said as the feeling passed, to my greatrelief. "Oh, you've been here any number of times." Charley said. "Sometimeswith me, sometimes by yourself." "Why would anyone choose to come here?" I said. "Choice is what it is." Charley explained. "You know the state ofSchroedinger' s Cat until you open the box and find out, remember?" "They say the cat is both dead and alive at the same time." Imused. "I never saw that, frankly, even as a metaphor for quantum states. Imean, isn't a cat either one or the other, whether we can see it or not?Not that I don't feel sorry for any cat stuck in a box like that." "The point is, until a decision is made, all decisions exist." Charleyexplained. "So you come here, where anything and everything is real. You'rehere until you make your decision and then the wave-front collapses, andonly one reality remains. That's why you're here." "So I have a decision to make." "Yes, and you need to do so soon." Charley pointed to a small figurerunning by. "Time waits for nobody. Not even you and me, here." Thatexplained the clock for the small fellow's body, all right. I chuckled, a snort you get when you think of something funny. "What?" Charley wanted to know. "We need to find my old friend Gregg, remember him? He had a face thatcould stop a clock!" "Oh, that's disgusting!" a woman shrieked at me. "A six-foot penis!Can't you cover that thing up or something?" "What?" I turned. This woman was a mess, I mean a real mess. She wascoming to pieces, cracks all over her body, bits falling as she moved. "Never mind her." Charley said. "She's here because she's just learnedher boyfriend doesn't want to date her any more. You can see how she'scoming all apart, just thinking about it." "Well, I like that!" the woman sniffed and gestured with her arm, amistake because her arm fell off and went flopping off down the road byitself. Nothing bloody about it, the arm was still alive, in fact, itseemed to have a mind of its own now, one determined to get away from thewoman! "You'd better catch that." I advised as she took off after her errantarm, shedding parts as she went, and I noted with bemusement that thepieces all rolled after her. Given some time, she could pull herselftogether again. "Never know when you might need to give someone a hand." Charley putin. "Hey, that was my line." I said to Charley and we laughed as shestormed off, chasing her arm which had raised up onto its fingers and wasgaining speed, the arm waving good-bye to her. "Just because you break up with a guy is no reason to go all to pieceslike that." I judged. "Do you think she can get the guy back?" "Hah." Charley sneered. "When pigs fly, maybe!" "And there they go!" I said, seeing the pink forms flapping alongoverhead. "Makes me wish I had an umbrella." It was rough enough dodgingpigeon droppings , this was a dozen times worse! Then I realized. "Is this why you think you and I are going to loseeach other? Is that why we're here, same reason as her, because I'm losingyou?' "You tell me." Charley said. "This is your box and I'm the cat. Am Ialive or am I dead?" "Hey!" I said, putting my arm around him. "I could never forget aboutyou! You're my best friend!" "But what about...him? " Charley said. "Jeffrey, isn't it?" "Yes, Jeffrey." I sighed. "I know. Jeffrey is a bit weird in bed,isn't he?" "Are you really serious about him?" Charley wanted to know. "I mean, Ihave a right to know." "He's really good to me." I said. "He's intelligent and kind andthoughtful and he treats me so good." "Except when it comes to me." Charley added. "Except when it comes to you." I sighed. "I can't explain it. Jeffreyhas his own way of making love to a guy." Jeffrey, I should explain, wasinto a sort of frottage in bed. He would lube up a part of my upper thigh,lie on top of me and place his cock on top of it, and rub himself all theway to climax. I would end up with a sticky leg and a satisfied lover, andbe left to whack myself off while Jeffrey lay next to me, getting bored ifI took too long and getting up and leaving me alone. Other than that, I repeat, Jeffrey was a great guy to me. Terrific tobe with. But you can see why Charley and I had some talking to do; it's oneheck of an exception to the rule to live with! "You're right." I sighed. "I have to choose between you and him." Isaid. "Do I want the happiness I have with Jeffrey in every way but thebedroom? Or is that enough for me to cut him loose, dump the guy and goback to looking." "I guess it means," Charley said and there was a forlorn tone to hisvoice, "that you have to give me up and all we had. I mean, you know thatwe can't keep doing what we did when we were eighteen years old forever. Iget older and we just can't do it as much. Maybe one day," and there wasthe heaviest sigh I'd ever heard, "we won't be able to do it at all. Iguess you should go ahead and choose Jeffrey. When I'm down for the count,you and he can still go on." And Charley broke down and cried, bending over, shrinking. "No, Charley, no!" I gasped as I hugged the big, round body close tome. "Don't think that way! I could never forget about you! Honest!" "I just want you to be happy!" Charley blubbered on my shoulder. "Iwant you to be happy, like you keep me happy!" "You make me happy, too!" I leaked a tear of my own. "All those times,I can't forget about all those times!" And I couldn't, man, I would wake upand there was Charley, already hard and standing tall, practically laughingas he reminded me that this was a day off, I could sleep in late...ifsleeping was what I wanted to do, he'd always say, as he waggled and toldme how hard and firm and ready he was! I'd wrap my hand around him and thejoy would begin! God, sometimes I'd keep going on Charley for an hour ormore. Finally, there would come that moment of climax and I'd hold it back,hold it back, keeping myself on the verge of ejaculation, holding thatorgasm right at the peak, until then I'd let it go and Charley would blowall over me, such heavy wads, God, those were the days! "But Jeff is good for you!" Charley told me in lovingself-denial. "You can do without me, without a lover who's willing to workme for you. I mean, sure, I wanted that, wanted someone to suck on me andlet me stick myself up his ass, but...but Jeff is good for you." "But you deserve that." I countered. "You deserve it for all thosetimes when the hand was all I could give you, all the pleasure you gave mein return, you gave me that in the promise that there would come the daywhen it wasn't only a fantasy I was feeding you, but the real thing." "But Jeff...." "If Jeff can't give you what you need," I said firmly. "Then he can'tgive me what I need, either!" "Oh, I love you!" Charley moaned. "I just want you to be happy." "You make me happy." I reminded him. "Over and over again, too manytimes to count. If Jeff can't love you, then I'd better get back tolooking." "But you'll be all alone again." "I'll never be alone as long as I have you." Charley jumped up into my arms, nestled his balls into theiraccustomed place at my crotch. The weight of him (he was still my size)was enough to send me sprawling. A park bench, I landed on a parkbench. "Umph!" I said. "Lucky this bench was here." I said. "Luck had nothing to do with it." Charley panted. "My gift for you, weare here to figure out if we will belong together. Everything will returnto the way it was once you choose, once you truly choose." "I have chosen." "Not entirely." Charley said. "You still want Jeff. I understand." "Then understand this." I said as I held onto him. Tightly, the foldsof the loose skin about Charley's shaft bulged over my arms. "I don't everwant to stop feeling the way you make me feel when I do this. And I movedmy arms up and down on Charley, sending the folds of skin up over theglans. The old familiar thrill rushed through my body. Charley was a partof me again. The movement of my arms should have tired me, but I was in a placewhere the rules didn't apply any longer. I was able to work my arms the wayI would my hand when I jerked Charley, not with all the speed, but the wasno tiredness, no perceptible slowing as I moved his skin up and down withinmy arms, upon my chest, the thick velvet feel of it brushing my cheek, thehot warmth of it burning against my body! The aroma from him was clean and Charley was sort of...humming in an appreciative way. The sound of hispleasure was radiating out of him and into me, rushing through my body theway it always had. "Oh, I love when you do this with me." Charley murmured through thehumming. "I love the way you make me feel." "I love the way you make us feel." I countered. My breath was gettingshort, I gasped and said, "I don't ever want to stop feeling like this." "We don't have to stop." Charley said. "You can have Jeff, and justyou and me keep doing this." "You deserve better than that." I said. "Something other than fantasythe rest of my life." "Something like we got now?" Charley pointed out and I laughed. "Well, something that makes more sense." I breathed. "God, I hopethose pigs don't fly right overhead and have an accident!" The pigs wereflying nearby, like so many piggy banks with wings. A jabberwocky wasdueling with a guy off near a forest (the tulgy wood?) and some hearts weredancing in a row like so many chorus girls. I wasn't the only person herewith a problem to solve. "I could live with just the fantasy." Charley offered again. "You dothis so well, I don't ever get tired of it. Not ever." "I know." I said. "You're always ready when I am, even when I'm notsometimes." I panted when I finished that. The joy was racing through mybody now, such simple, raw, unadorned rapture. "What's going to happenwhen I come, here, now?" Was I going to be drenched. When I had a goodclimax, I shot a huge load. Multiply that huge load by the size of Charleyand I was in danger of drowning! "Don't worry!" Charley gasped. "I'll blow most of it over your head." "Okay." I got out, a strangled noise of syllables. "Oh, God, I'm...I'mcoming!" That was only a whisper. "Hold it in, hold it in!" Charley begged me. "Like you do. Make itlast, make it last!" I did, I clenched my body like I always do (hell if I know whichmuscles I'm clenching, something in my groin area, I guess), and let thejoy go on. You can't make a sound when doing it, I didn't, I just held andheld and the climax was blowing my mind. But there's a point you'd better not keep holding it, you have to letit go, and I did, and Charley blew his load like he always does, and hotchunks of sperm flew over my head, but each wad was followed by a dribblingof after-spurt that dribbled onto my head, and that was enough to soak myhair completely, hot, salty seed poured over my head and onto my shoulders,and I was falling into exhaustion, and with the exhaustioncame...alteration. Collapse of the wave-front. And I was back in bed, in Jeff's bed. Jeff came out of thebathroom. "Oh, you're done now." he said to me. "Whoa, you shot a big onethat time, didn't you?" "I guess so." I panted. "Well, I'm glad you got off now." Jeff said. "You want to get dressed?We'll go to a new restaurant, I hear they have some great seafood there." "Sounds good." I said. "Great." And Jeff walked out the door, leaving me alone to get cleanedup and dressed. In the bathroom, I looked at the mess on my body, the sticky spot thatJeff had lubed up and the patches of my jizz. In the middle of it, was mypenis, which I had affectionately named Charley. Looked at him and feltmyself make a decision. I got cleaned up and went out to see Jeff. He and I had some talkingto do. I was going to try to salvage this relationship, but if Jeff wasn'tgoing to make Charley happy, he was history. Because while I was in love with Jeff, I was in love with my own penismore