creative Prompt #312 – Creative

[Renee Stevens]

That is right ladies and gentlemen, the topic is bacon. You may use it in any form you like, a story, a poem, or whatever your little mind can create. Have fun.

[Sasha Distan]

Holy Bacon

 

Like a punch to the face, the alarm was suddenly, violent and painful. Kim groaned, prayed the noise would go away, then swept his arm across his little table, knocking the alarm clock, his phone, a small lamp and a stack of have demolished paperbacks to the floor. In response to this sudden attack, his phone also joined in with, what to Kim sensitive ears, was a cacophony of sound, dragging him kicking, screaming and otherwise protesting from heavenly unconsciousness.

Worse than the noise of the alarm was the sensation of waking. Sleep was safe, pillowy soft and comfortable, the wonderful slackness of muscles which weren’t able to send signals to a switched off brain. Now consciousness pulsed all of those signals through the synapses in his waking brain and Kim had a spilt second to wish that he’d been hit by lightning, because surely the pain wouldn’t be quite this bad.

The phone ceased ringing, which was a small mercy, and without opening his eyes, Kim tried to locate the alarm clock on the floor, attempting to remove its incessant bleeping. His knuckles impacted on the side of the bedside cabinet with a sickening crunch.

“FUCK!” The sharp pain pushed his brain into full wakefulness, and suddenly the rest of Kim’s body was making its demands known as well. “Ow!”

Everything hurt, except his right foot. His bladder really wanted him to go to the toilet and his brain really, really wanted him to stay horizontal for as long as possible, preferably forever. His vision was full of interesting colours not normally visible to the human eye and his nose hurt. Every muscle ached. Kim felt like he’d been run over by a bus full of alcoholics with a grudge.

Something heavy thumped violently into the wall next to his head from the other side, and there was an accompanying groan. Kim looked again for the alarm clock and finally managed to switch it off using his other hand. He lay blinking, staring at his hand, the blood stained skin and steri-strips decorating his knuckles.

“Urgh…” The voice from the other side of the wall was muffled. “Something died in my mouth.”

Kim continued to blink, then allowed his gaze to follow down his arm to the rest of his body. He was still sort of half dressed, because he was wearing a t-shirt which he recognised under all the grime as being the one he’d gone out in, and a pair of boxer short which weren’t his.

“I’m naked.” The voice on other side of the wall sounded deeply perplexed. “Where’s my fucking underwear?”

“Don’t worry.” His throat felt raw and dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. His teeth tasted furry. “What happened?”

“Fuck…” There was another groan. “I think we might’ve killed something again.”

“Benji?” Kim stared at the ceiling and waited for clarification to his friend’s statement.

“There’s a lot of blood in the carpet.”

“’kay.” Kim couldn’t bring himself to worry about it. He was more concerned with the headache which seemed to be driving an icepick between his eyes. “Breakfast?”

There was the sudden, indescribable but very specific sound of somebody being sick.

They meet in the hallway. Apart from being naked, Benji looked relatively clean for someone who had woken up surrounded by blood soaked carpeting. His hair stuck out all over his head in snuggles. Kim didn’t waste a look of time looking, because the combined scent of vomit, old blood, and the inside of his own mouth was not making him feel any better. He dashed to the bathroom as quick as he could manage, retched dryly over the toilet bowl, and then dug around in his boxers in order to avoid pissing all over the floor. Once relieved, he took a long look at him in the mirror.

Along with the sealed up cuts over his knuckles, there was a cut above his left eye, and when he lifted his ruined t-shirt, a significant amount of dark purple bruising on his ribs. He wandered back out to where Benji was leaning against the wall, looking slightly blurry.

“Those are my boxers.”

“Yes.”

“I think I took a shower.”

“I think I got in a fight.”

“Fuck.”

“You really think we killed something?” Kim gulped, then peered into Benji’s room. “Oh yeah, we killed something.” There was blood everywhere, bits of fur like tumbleweed in the corners of the room. “A rabbit maybe?”

“Gods I hope so. If we killed another dog again we’ll have to fucking move.”

“You want breakfast?”

“Dude. I am not letting you near the kitchen until you shower. You smell like a distillery.” Benji pushed at his chest. Kim watched his nude friend openly. “And I don’t want those boxers back until they’re washed either.”

Kim stood under the shower and collapsed against the tile wall. The shirt was filthy, and would probably have to be burnt, along with the carpet in Benji’s room. Despite the pounding in his head, Kim’s crotch was occupied with thinking about how good Benji had looked naked in the hallway. It was the problem living with a straight werewolf, he had no shame whatsoever, had no issues with being totally naked, and did not understand that Kim thought of him in a very different manner. Benji knew he was gay, but Kim doubted that the werewolf had ever stopped to think about the fact that inter-species relationships could go to hell where Kim’s sex drive was concerned. Kim groaned softly to himself, confident from experience that the shower would drown out the noise he made, and slipped his hand down his bruised abdomen to the length of his cock.

And that was another thing, how had he ended up so beat-up? The bruises looked several days old, but that was a supernatural metabolism at work, and Kim figured that in twenty-four hours it would be impossible to tell that he’d been in a fight. More important though, was who he’d been fighting with. Kim was a slender skinny guy, easy to pick on, but as numerous people had found out, very hard to actually beat up. It looked like he’d thrown maybe two good punches, but unless there was a dead human out there somewhere; Kim had definitely come of worse in whatever scuffle he’d been involved in. He’d have had to be very drunk indeed to just lie there and take a pummelling.

He thought about Benji as he stroked himself. His brain, tired and hung over, flicked through a library of fantasies and picked out his favourite. It was by no means the most erotic, and there were other things that Kim liked to think about when he was lying in bed in the dark on hot summer nights, sweating, writhing and trying not to wonder if Benji was actually out screwing some poor human girl who he’d never look at twice. Now he just imagined that the bathroom door would, open, the glass would slide back and Benji would be there, six feet three naked werewolf glory, and would lean in and kiss him. His lips would be soft under the chapped roughness of a man who had never even heard the word ‘exfoliate’ in his life and the kiss would start out all slow and gentle, a bit tender and unsure, before building in pressure and heat.

Kim blinked hard, because in his head what he’d been looking at was a memory, not a fantasy, and he could tell the difference between the two. He touched his cut hand to his lips, then looked down at his knuckles. He punched someone, quite hard, and that person had either been wearing armour or had super dense bones. He’d been beaten up, and that was a hard thing to do, unless he’d been too stunned to do anything but just lie there and take it. Kim soaped up his hair, scrubbed at his skin and began to piece his evening together.

Drinking. It had started with beer in front of the TV and progressed to somewhere with sharing a bottle of Southern Comfort. Sips traded back and forth had tasted like Benji’s lips, made Kim want to know what the real thing was like. So he’d leant across and kissed his friend.  After that things were a bit blurry, but he remembered Benji taping up his knuckles and the cut over his eye. He suddenly remembered hitting his head on the corner of the table as he fell.

More drinking, no wonder his head hurt, and then they’d gone for a walk, arm in arm in the forest, and had dropped the mostly empty second bottle of liquor and chased after something furry with a fast pulse. Killed a rabbit, then a second. Benji had got naked when they returned and had a shower. Kim had stolen his boxers off the bathroom floor.

He shut off the water, dressed himself in sweats and hoodie and towel dried his hair as he walked to the kitchen. The smell made his mouth water.

“Breakfast?” There was no telling how much of their evening Benji remembered, but he smiled as he portioned out the food and passed a plate across to Kim. “There’s drugs on the counter and juice in the fridge.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Kim took his plate and a handful of painkillers. They sat on the sofa, eating without talking. Benji might have remembered everything or nothing, but one thing was certain in Kim’s mind. Regardless of broken heads, hearts, faces or hangovers: bacon cured everything.

[Mann Ramblings]

Treatise of All That Is Right And Good About Bacon

As bacon comes in many forms, be it prosciutto, Applewood or mundane variety the fact remains that its inclusion into our daily lives is a godsend. That in and of itself is a truth that must be celebrated. As such, we have tried to list these truths as an method of education for the less enlightened of our population. The proof lies listed below.

 

Bacon Truth #1

Everything tastes better with bacon on it.

 

Bacon Truth #2

Bacon can make anyone happy.

 

Bacon Truth #3

There are clearly hundreds of uses for bacon but we never get past its culinary goodness.

 

Bacon Truth #4

Your partner doesn't care if they find you in the kitchen with a piece of bacon in your mouth.

 

Bacon Truth #5

If you put more than one piece of bacon in your mouth at once, your partner may raise an eyebrow, but you will not be single and homeless afterwards.

 

Bacon Truth #6

You can sample a variety of bacon at the same time or multiple times throughout the day and no one will divorce you and angry violence upon your person is limited.

 

Bacon Truth #7

If you eat bacon and make happy noises, it's okay. Bacon is just that good.

 

Bacon Truth #8

If you eat bacon and not a single sound can be heard, you've done nothing wrong and your skills at eating bacon will not be in question.

 

Bacon Truth #9

If your friends find you eating a particularly fatty piece of bacon there will be no judgement. Because that's where all the flavor is and it just makes bacon better.

 

Bacon Truth #10

When bacon shrinks, no one jokes, snickers and makes bacon feel less desirable.

 

Bacon Truth #11

Everyone loves bacon and those that say they don't secretly fantasize about wrapping a twinkie in it.

 

There will always be naysayers with their vile questions of, “Isn't bacon unhealthy for you?” To that we dismiss these thieves of joy. We refuse to acknowledge their bigotry as they steal the favorite toys of children before pushing them face first into the mud. Life is full of darkness, and bacon is one of the lights.

 

To this we say to the naysayers: Go away. We will not hear your words so be quiet before I stuff my slab of bacon in your mouth.

Edited March 28, 2014 by Mann Ramblings

[Slytherin]

I liked both your stories but I don't like bacon - yuck !

[Mann Ramblings]

Nice take, Sasha. I love the were-angle.

[joann414]

I'm Not Crazy

 

 

Lem pushed his grocery cart down the aisle of Brams's Market, half ass worried about his task at hand.  His partner of three years had moved out three days ago after finding a sweet, slim, pale, twink who would do anything for him.  Making himself focus on buying food for the next couple of weeks seemed like a major chore.  Stopping the buggy in front of the meat display, he stood contemplating the choices at hand.

 

"Lem!  How are you?  Where's Nick?"

 

Shrinking a little, Lem looked at Brent, his best friend from childhood.  At thirty, the two of them were as close as they were at thirteen.  "He moved out.  Found a youngster that met his needs.  End of story."

 

Brent walked closer, pulling Lem into a warm hug.  "He's a fool.  Let's go do something tonight.  It'll be like old times.  Please!"

 

Lem chuckled, knowing he couldn't say no.  "Sure, what do you want to do?"

 

"Be at my place around eight.  I'm cooking."  Brent winked at Lem as he pushed his buggy down the aisle.

 

Two hours later, Lem unloaded his groceries, thinking of Brent's invitation.  He knew he shouldn't go because of the past.  When he'd came out to Brent their senior year, the other man had been totally cool with it. To Lem's surprise, Brent had more or less been like a bodyguard for the next few years.  Then, one night they'd ordered pizza to be delivered to Brent's apartment.  As they ate  the pizza and watched a movie, Brent had admitted to Lem that he thought he was bisexual.  But, Brent had also made it clear that he thought he was attracted to girls.  His description of his outlook on the two genres was , "I can't picture myself getting up and fixing another man breakfast and serving it in bed.  I could totally surprise a sexy woman with a nice breakfast in bed."

 

Lem had just laughed giving the admission little thought.  Brent was so straight.

 

***

 

Brent changed his shirt , resisting the urge to change all his clothes.  He didn't want Lem to think he was doing anything special.  Hearing a knock on his apartment door, he went to open it, admitting  Lem, who still had on the same clothes he'D had on earlier, holding a couple of bottles of wine in his hands.  "Thought we'd have a little wine. "

 

"Sure, looks great.  Let me check the meal, and then we'll sit in front of the fire and enjoy the wine."

 

Going into the kitchen, Brent opened the refrigerator, taking out a pound of bacon and four eggs. He then got the butter out so he could make toast.  Laying the bacon into the skillet he'd sat on the burner earlier, the smell of the meat traveled throughout the kitchen , into the living room where Brent was sitting.

 

"Umm, bacon.  What are you making?  I love bacon."  Lem walked into the kitchen to see Brent whisking eggs in a bowl.  "Are you cooking breakfast?  I love breakfast for dinner."

 

"Yeah, I thought I'd never want to cook breakfast for a man, but I've changed my mind."

 

"What do you mean?  I thought you only cooked breakfast for sexy women."  Lem teased Brent, smiling at the other man.

 

"No, I've decided to cook breakfast for the one I want to enjoy eating with, day in and day out. whdda you think?"

 

"I think we've wasted a lot of time.  Now, give me a piece of that bacon, and let's go celebrate the fact that you're cooking breakfast for a man."  Lem stared seriously at Brent.

 

"I'm right behind you.  Bacon in bed with you sounds wonderful."

Edited March 29, 2014 by joann414

[Mann Ramblings]

Aww... that's so cute, Joann!

[Slytherin]

That was a very sweet story, Jo Ann

[Sasha Distan]

awwww... Jo-Ann!

[Aditus]

After fifteen years I'm almost tempted to eat bacon again Jo Ann, almost. Cute.

[Valkyrie]

I loved all three takes   Very cute, Joann! 

[Valkyrie]

I liked both your stories but I don't like bacon - yuck !

You don't like bacon???  <thud>

[Slytherin]

You don't like bacon???  <thud>

No thanks  

[Cole Matthews]

Okay, my very first prompt attempt. I brought back the boys of Porcupines for this one.  Let me introduce you to Cherry.

 

Cherry

 

“So did you hear about Bacon?” Isaac looked over at his boyfriend grinning mischievously. 

 

“Not a word.  What’s up with him?” Raleigh asked.  He turned down the radio which had been blaring country as preparation for a Tuesday night out at Buck’s with their friends. 

 

“Well, according to Dylan, Bacon got himself a new toy?” Isaac snickered.

 

“A new toy? Did he buy a new boat or something?” Raleigh asked.  What was Isaac giggling about?

 

“Nope.  He got a boyfriend,” Isaac grinned.  “Bacon.  A boyfriend.  Who would have thought?”

 

“I’ve never seen him with a guy two weeks in a row,” Raleigh marveled.  “Why is that do you suppose?”

 

“Well, according to Muffin, Bacon got his heart broken years ago and he just doesn’t trust dating someone.  Skinny said Bacon was just a tramp so I don’t know which story is true,” Isaac said turning into the parking lot.  “But, according to Chuck, who is the only one who’s met him, the guy’s really nice and young.”

 

“That’s why you called him a toy, huh?” Raleigh laughed.  “He’s Bacon’s boytoy!”

 

The two men got out and adjusting their cowboy hats, hurried into the bar. 

 

They were greeted by ‘Hicktown’ by Jason Aldean as well as Buffy the bouncer.  Buffy was a giant black man who growled at everyone but since the guys had been going almost every week, the man almost smiled at them, his gold grill twinkling in the bar light ominously.

 

“Buffy, is Bacon here yet?” Raleigh asked. 

 

“Yep, and he’s got a guy with him.  They’re looking pretty cozy over there at your usual table,” Buffy said and leaned over to little blond Isaac.  “Did you know about him?”

 

“Yeah, Chuck, I mean Cupid’s met the new guy,” Isaac said.  “Are they here yet?”

 

“Naw, haven’t seen Houdini and Cupid yet tonight.  They’re coming right?” Buffy asked.

 

“Yep,” Raleigh, er Milk said.  Meanwhile Isaac, known in these environs as Stallion, was already over introducing himself.  Milk hurried over to try and stem the damage from Hurricane Isaac. 

 

“So, how long have you been dating Bacon?” Raleigh heard his boyfriend ask. 

 

“We’re not dating.  We’re just friends,” Bacon said but he pulled the dark haired young man closer to his side.

 

“Who’s Bacon?” the guy asked.

 

“That’s me,” Bacon said.  “We all have nicknames around here.”

 

“Oh,” his ‘date’ said.  “I’m Ben.”  Raleigh noticed the guy looked both confused and very young.  Bacon had really gotten himself a cute one, not Isaac cute, but very attractive. 

 

“Don’t mind us.  We just like to joke around a lot,” Raleigh said.  “They call me Milk around here.”

 

“Oh,” Ben said looking even more uncomfortable.  “Okay.”

 

“Leave him be,” Bacon warned but that wasn’t in the cards, not at Buck’s on Tuesday night. 

 

“Bacon, who’s the cherry you’ve got settled in next to you?” It was the little red haired guy Muffin.  He was red faced and laughing at Bacon’s curdling look.  “Hey there,” Muffin said thrusting his hand at Ben. 

 

“Nice to meet you,” Ben said looking over at him.  Such a little guy.  And then, Skinny appeared.  He was a mountain of a man who came up behind the little Muffin guy and draped his hands on his shoulders. 

 

“Who would this be, welded to Bacon’s side?” Skinny asked with a laugh. 

 

“This is Bacon’s boyfriend, Cherry,” Muffin said. 

 

“Hey guys,” they all turned and saw Cupid and Houdini coming toward them.  Houdini’s auburn hair was sticking out of his cowboy hat.  Cupid was wearing chaps tonight. 

 

“You’re just in time.  Bacon’s new squeeze Cherry is here,” Stallion said. 

 

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Bacon said but he was smiling.  They all thought it looked good on the guy.

[Valkyrie]

Here's mine

 

https://www.gayauthors.org/story/valkyrie71/2014promptresponses/10

[Mann Ramblings]

Loved it, Valkyrie! The bacon dinner party sounds like a GREAT idea!

[Slytherin]

It was very nice to see our friends from Pork-upines  Thanks Cole

 

And Valkyrie71 - can you please explain to me why you are an editor and not an author here on GA - I love your Writing !

[Valkyrie]

And Valkyrie71 - can you please explain to me why you are an editor and not an author here on GA - I love your Writing !

 Thanks so much    I'm actually working on expanding one of my prompt responses.  I've completed three chapters so far and will start posting once I have Ch 4 completed  

[A.J.]

I have three submissions to share for this prompt.

 

One Wish by A.J.

 

I have just one wish,
To wake up to you everyday,
The sizzle in the air,
The specks of grease everywhere,
The warmth of your flesh against my lips,
The taste of your meat in my mouth,
The feeling I get when I'm with you.
I could never know these feelings
with any meat besides you, bacon.

 

The One Meat by A.J. - Inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien

 

Three pieces for the noisy kids in the booth,

Seven for the teenage boys roughhousing at a table,

Nine for a fat man sitting at the counter doomed to die,

One whole package for A.J. sitting at his dark cherry table

In the land of Texas where the Cowboys are.

One meat rules them all, one meat we all desire,

One meat that brings us all to the breakfast table,

In the land of Texas where the Cowboys are.

 

How I Knew by A.J.

 

“When Matthew was young, we’d come here for the Sunday brunch buffet, and he’d fill his plate with only bacon and donuts.  One time he emptied an entire chafing dish of bacon and pissed off a dozen or so people in line behind him.”  Dad snickered and gestured towards the line of people at the buffet. “We all pitched in trying to empty his plate of bacon.”

 

“Stop embarrassing your son in front of his boyfriend.  He was only eight years old,” Mom scolded my father.

 

“So, I asked you to brunch for a reason.  We’ve always celebrated special occasions as a family here, and I’d like to make an announcement.” I paused for a moment summoning my courage.  “I’ve asked David to marry me, and he’s said yes.”

 

Dad slammed his glass of orange juice down on the table.

 

“Oh Matthew, we’re so happy for you! Aren’t we, Andrew?” Mom glared at my father so he’d know the appropriate answer.

 

“Yes, of course. How long have you two been dating?”  Dad glanced at David before turning his gaze on me.

 

“We’ve been seeing each other for over a year, Dad.” I stared at my father, hoping he’d get the message that I expected his full support.

 

“Oh, has it been that long already?  You’ve dated so many boys I’ve lost count.”  Dad smirked leaving little doubt he intended to continue humiliating me in front of David.

 

I looked away at the buffet.  I needed to escape the situation, but I couldn’t abandon David.  Picking up a piece of bacon, I nervously dipped it into the faux maple syrup left from my pancakes. I took several bites hoping my chewing might delay the need for conversation.

 

David cleared his throat.  “I’m not sure it helps, but we’ve been living together for six months.  I’ve never been happier than I am with your son.”

 

David squeezed my leg three times with his left hand.  It was our silent way of transmitting ‘I. love. you.’ to each other.

 

“Matthew, when did you know that David was the one?”  Mom’s reassuring smile let me know that at least she was on our side.

 

***

 

My iPod alarm clock startled me awake at seven a.m. as it does every morning.  The random selection was What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction.  I let the song play while I tossed and turned in the bed.  I looked at the other side of the bed. David was missing.  By the song’s second verse I’d dragged my ass out of bed, slipped on a pair of boxer briefs and headed out of my room.

 

The sizzle of the skillet and the smell in the air left little doubt what David was cooking.  Rounding the corner into the kitchen I saw my boyfriend wearing nothing but an apron.  His firm little bubble butt wiggled as he hummed a tune while cooking bacon.

 

“Good morning, beautiful!” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cotton-covered groin into his perfect ass.

 

“The eggs are done, and the bacon will be ready in just a minute.”  David turned his head slightly and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

 

I smacked his ass.  He jumped, and I giggled as I walked to the table.

 

***

I grinned and looked around the table from David to Mom and Dad.

 

“I knew the first time he made breakfast.”

[Mann Ramblings]

This is fantastic, AJ. I wish you had the patience to write more often! The poems made me smile to no end and the story was touching and heartwarming, even if it had its sadness. It hits close to home for many. You did good.

[joann414]

I agree with Mann.  I'd love to see you writing more oftern.  Loved all three.

[Valkyrie]

AJ, I wish I could hit the "like" button three times   Those were all great

[Ron]

 

The One Meat by A.J. - Inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien

 

Three pieces for the noisy kids in the booth,

Seven for the teenage boys roughhousing at a table,

Nine for a fat man sitting at the counter doomed to die,

One whole package for A.J. sitting at his dark cherry table

In the land of Texas where the Cowboys are.

One meat rules them all, one meat we all desire,

One meat that brings us all to the breakfast table,

In the land of Texas where the Cowboys are.

Beautiful, just beautiful. I have tears in my eyes!

 

Seriously though, I loved it. My favorite of the group, A.J.

[Slytherin]

So, do you like bacon, A.J ?? I really enjoyed reading your prompts And the Tolkien inspired prompt made me laugh like a madman !   

[A.J.]

So, do you like bacon, A.J ?? I really enjoyed reading your prompts And the Tolkien inspired prompt made me laugh like a madman !   

 

Actually, the story about "Matthew" taking every piece of bacon off the buffet is true.  I did that when I was around 8 years old.  My father has teased me about that for years.  I came back with my plate stacked high with 50-60 pieces of bacon and my family helped me eat most of them.  We got dirty looks from several people that didn't get any bacon off the buffet and had to wait for them to make some more.

 

I love bacon, but I don't eat very much of it now that I'm older.  That being said, in honor of the bacon prompt I'm going to have a bacon cheeseburger for lunch.