The Martin's Gary and Kevin moved into town nine months ago. One looks about ten years older than the other. No one knew if they were brothers, father and son, or husbands. They bought the old governor mansion when Farfield was the state capitol one hundred and twenty two years ago with plans to restore it. It only three thousand square feet it just looks historic. They turned the Stuckey's down by the interstate into a Tattoo Parlor and a smoke shop. No Gas. Both have very nice motorcycles and two very nice pickup trucks.
At the only bar in town five of us locals, all in our twenties, all work graveyard at the Pfizer plant. The rumors in our tiny hick town at this bar get spun out of control. We are comparing notes. Only out of town bikers show up to the shop. There are alway a few cars there. They open at ten in the morning and close at sunset. They can't be making enough money. How can they afford all that.
Discussing the possibility they are FBI agents undercover. Maybe criminals in the witness protection program.
Here is beer Carl spill the beans.
They are gay and married. They both do tattoos. The thing is once a guy gets a tat they all always come back for another one. Dead silence for almost a minute.
Then everyone in unison is like no way. Too many muscles. They are bikers. I have seen ten bikes out front. They party hard.
Carl points out Yet no chicks ever.
Fred says he met the younger one putting gas in his truck, Seem like a normal redneck.
Carl says There is more to but you not going like it.
Were all yelling... What is it? Come on Carl.
He drops his pants and show us his butt. More important his very new tattoo. A pair of lips and the words Kiss My Ass. It looked like real lipstick lips. After twenty minute of all of us looking at Carl's ass.
So, this proves you have been there how do you know they are gay? It was Carl coming out of the closet but we were clueless.
They offered, Carl said. So, I the guy that did the tattoo do gay stuff to me. While the other one was doing a tattoo on another guy.
Needless to say we were freaking. Are head were spinning and Carl just sat there with this weird grin. Maybe a little more weird. Over the next two weeks all of use got tattoos with benefits. Next paycheck four out of five got a second tattoo @ $150 bucks each. It came with a joint, and a couple beers a private party with more benefits. Party hard stuff.
None of us we aware this was happening until Harry was playing grab ass with Jason. While now that I think about was kind of gay. When he yells watch it bro, my tattoo. Then we had to see it. Damn they are good at what they do. Jason confirmed he got a rebate on his tattoo. Sharing it was nothing like Shery Blinker gave him in eleventh grade. Guys are better.
Jackson the bartender is watching all of us and asks. Who else? and I want to see some butts. We were all busted. Thirty minute conversation about. One sided gay stuff does not make you gay unless that is all you are getting, or trying to get, or all you want. Everyone agreed.
Then Carl says It does kind shows you are selfish, it makes it all about you. When really there's two people and one is providing the pleasure. It is not all about you.
No one said a word. Carl had secretly started giving all favors. It was cheaper than getting more tattoos and he was just as good in a matter of weeks. Thank God we were all buzz enough by that time. Some Miley Cyrus song came on and we tried to line dance to change the subject.
Carl talked the gay guys into opening an adult book store next to the tattoo shop. He quit his job to work there. Hell, seventy percent of all the males in the county are doing gay stuff. several times a month. The reverend's wife spotted his truck outside and tried to set the building on fire. They just moved some empty railroad containers to block the view of the parking lot. Which just gave more guys more places to do it at. Highway 40 outside Albuquerque. There is a billboard:
We will do any tattoo any where you want. Tattoo This and That Smoke Shop.
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