Double Flip

Chapter 2

Chapter 2Somewhere in the Olympic Village later that night

He brought out his guitar as he listened to Great Britain’s famed frequent rain pinging outside his window. He had the TV on the “gay channel.” Some average-looking, completely doable dude who’d turned himself into a big-haired, gold-laméd disco queen for RuPaul was lip-synching a tune about men falling from storm clouds. Altering the lyrics to fit Ben and his feelings for him, the viewer strummed a tribute to a downpour of nude little tumblers, starting with the chorus, typing the words onto his laptop as they came to him.

I’ve never been

With a guy—No clue how to f**k men

I’d like to try it, to figure out where stuff goes

Would my d**k fit in one of those?

God bless Se-an Cody

Otherwise I’d never kno-ow

All about the anal

Then we would only get to blow

Eat

Ass

Fing-er-ing

I might want to try ev-ry-thing….

He shook his head at his own lameness. “Yeah, that’ll impress a guy like Ben.”

After backspacing several hundred letters he tried “I Will Survive.”

Please stick your head

Between my thighs….

The second attempt at writing lyrics was godawful, too.