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comeandtouch:

“You look down at your cock a lot only to say negative things about it. It is beautiful, as are you. The physical appearance of your cock matters little to me anyway. Its function is what I yearn for the most. And it performs so very well. So responsive to my hands. It is almost like it is trained to respond to my touch. Or is it my voice? I can feel its heat right now. But why do you disparage it so much?
Perhaps I need to put your in a collar that prevents you from looking down until your opinion changes. Or maybe force you to stand in front of a mirror? or lock it away from your sight? Maybe not…preventing you from looking at it won’t stop you from hating it. But something must be done. I must somehow teach you to see how lovely you are, boy.”

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Craig watched Harrison’s houseboy rinse off after grilling dinner on a humid summer night. “Damn, Harrison, I can’t get over the ass on your boy. Just what a fine specimen.”
“Why thank you Craig. I do enjoy having him around, I’ve enjoyed every second of him being in my service.”
Jack spoke up. “I admire the restraint you have Harrison, cause I’d spend all day playing with that body of his…or having him sit on my lap while I’m working.”
“He can’t get his chores done sitting on my lap, and I would never get any work done with him there anyway.”
The other two men chuckled.
“Something so satisfying about a good houseboy. Like, society didn’t carve out a place for them, but we knew they are god-given so we carved a place out for them – and they came to us.” Jack leaned back in his chair and sighed.
“Are you getting spiritual there Jack?” Craig asked.
“Hey if the higher power created houseboys in his own image, I’m going to church more.”
Harrison snickered. “Amen to that.” They clinked beer bottles and drank to that.
“Mn,” Craig said as an after thought. “Still a fine ass though.”
“And the calves.” Jack added.
“I like the way his legs are proportioned in kind of an hourglass way.”
“Yeah, the taper around the ankles is nice,” Jack agreed.
Harrison spoke up. “I like the way his thigh muscles cut in around the top of his knees, creates nice shadows.”
“I like the ripples in his back.”
“Shoulders, can’t forget shoulders.”
“Mmnhmm.”
“And a nice personality too. Just always happy to serve.” Jack this time.
“And he does seem to enjoy it. Has a natural knack for it,” Craig piped up.
“Makes good coffee. And doesn’t put too much pepper on the eggs.”
“Makes real good brownies too.”

“You know what I like right now,” Craig gestured. “Is just how red he is turning. Look at his ears.”
Harrison laughed. “What’s that you say? He can hear us?” Well, aren’t we fools gentlemen. Don’t you all know not to flatter your houseboys? Goes to their heads is does. Turns em into divas.”
Craig put his empty bottle down. “We have made a grievous sin. Still. I stand by my first argument: that ass is fine.”
There was a chorus of “mmhmms” and head nods.
“You should be done rinsing off, boy. Turn off the water, and grab Craig another beer,” Harrison instructed.
“Y-yes Sir.” The young man turned off the water and grabbed a towel. He did have quite a red face.

“Oh, that reminds me,” Craig said.
“What?” asked Jack.
“We never talked about the front.”

The houseboy shot Craig a look of exasperation, which made them all laugh. After he got the men a refill of beer, Harrison crooked his finger and the young man curled up on his lap, safe his Master’s arms. When Jack and Craig got into a side conversation about something, Harrison took that moment to whisper in his boy’s ear. “You know, all those things we said were true.” It was delightful to see the houseboy start blushing all over again.

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“Ah shit – hey honey?” Roland calls from the bathroom.
“Yay babe?” Gabriel responds from the bedroom.
 I forgot to grab a towel from the laundry basket. Can you grab one for me please? I’m dripping everywhere.”
“Sure thing, but you have to pay a kiss tax.”
“What the heck is that?” Roland asks.
Gabriel grabs a towel from the fresh laundry and brings into the bathroom. “A kiss tax is payment for my services. ”
“I think that’s a fair assessment. You got to see me naked too.” Roland wraps the towel around himself. Gabriel leans in for a kiss.
“Seeing you naked is always a highlight. Mmn. Good kiss. You are so warm. And you smell good.”
“It’s that soap you got from me Christmas. I love it.”
Gabriel smiles. “I’m glad. Get dressed quickly and come snuggle me. I want your warmth.”
“You want to stay and put the coconut oil on me?” Roland offers.
“That is something I didn’t know I wanted until now. Ya know, maybe we need to leave the towels out of the bathroom permanently. I’m liking where this all is leading.”
“If this is what happens every time I get out of the shower, I’d be late for work every day.” Roland points out.
“Eh, worth it.”
“I’ll just tell my boss I had to pay the kiss tax.”
“Surely he’ll understand.”
“Somehow, I think not.”
That makes Gabriel giggle. He picks up the coconut oil and squirted some in his palm. “Alright, warm boy, let’s get you all shiny. I cannot wait to snuggle you, you are gonna smell soooo good.”

“I really like how like…you’re so into me.”
“Well, I did marry you.” Gabriel points out.
“Yeah but like… mn, that feels good. You just like to be with me, and touch me. It’s nice,” Roland says softly.
“You’re sweet. But like, you wouldn’t believe how much I hold back. You’re my squish.”
“You’re what?” Roland chuckles.
“We used to have a golden retriever named Sunny when I was growing up, and she’d get attached to one plush toy and carry it everywhere. We’d call it her Squishy. I guess I learned it from her.”
“Man, you are such a golden retriever. I never realized that before, but man that is accurate. Hey there, I feel you squeezing my butt back there.”
“Butt tax.”
“I see. I’m gonna need a receipt for all these taxes I’m paying.”
“You’ll have to dog the accountant at the pawffice for that, but if you’re pugnacious they’ll fetch it for you.”
Roland could only laugh. “God, Gabriel that was so bad!”

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Little bit of bum

You’re brushing your teeth when a moon appears in the part of the mirror where the fog has been wiped away. You turn and gaze at two round loafs of bread pressed against the glass. You raise an eyebrow as your boyfriend bounces his cheeks against the glass. You find it rather mesmerizing. Your boyfriend looks over his shoulder to make sure you’re watching.

You take a step forward and smack the glass where he’s standing. It made a loud noise as your palm connects with the hard surface. To your delight, he jumps anyway, although no contact was made. You chuckle. You spit out your toothpaste foam before you choke on it. You rinse and dry, and when you look over he’s still doing it, only it’s the front this time. His balls look super odd pressed against a flat surface.
You make eye contact with the young man through the opaque glass and run your finger in a straight line over where his shaft is, up and down.
He begins writing in the condensation with his own finger, but in order to do this he has to be writing backwards.
“W A N T Y O U.” He writes. The N is going the wrong way.
You press your palm to the cool surface. He presses his.

You smile in resignation. You slip out of your pajamas, open the door, and join him. Not much room in there, but you’re standing close enough together that it doesn’t really matter. 

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“You’re really tense. You’re nervous, maybe a bit scared.”
“Y-yeah.”
Let me tell something – you’re thinking too hard. You’re thinking about the what-ifs, the whys, the maybes. Just think about the now.”
“But-but-”
I slide my hand down over his pectorals, brushing his nipple with my hand. He abruptly stops talking. “I can’t stand it anymore. You’ve been looking at me with this hunger in your eyes for years. You were too young before, barely 16, and I thought it would pass. Lusting after your friend’s older brother must have confused the heck out of you.”
“David-” Adin stammered.
“And I thought those feelings would pass. But look at you, on summer leave from college, and the hunger is still there. I don’t think you really love me. I think there’s just this one unturned stone you need to turn before you go back to college. So let’s turn it.”
He’s quiet again. “Does Brian know?”
“No, he doesn’t. If you want to tell my little brother that you’re gay, or bi, you can do it on your own. This isn’t about him. This is about you.”
“Me,” Adin repeats, sounding a bit distant.
I kiss his shoulder. “Yes. Would you at least, let me wash you?”

Another moment of silence, then he passes the soap over his shoulder. I smile. “Thank you.” I begin washing his back, his shoulders, his arms. I don’t linger too long on his ass, although I want to, and instead scrub every curve of his legs and feet. When I tell him to turn, he does. I start from the top again, moving the soap over his chest. I’m fascinated by how much he’s developed in two years of being at university. He’s turning into a man. There’s even a trace of abs… I watch the soapy water run into the light dusting of hair above his crotch. I move my hand down his stomach, and pause right before.
“Is it ok if I don’t stop?” I whisper.
After a moment, Adin rewards me with the briefest of nods. I smile. “Thank you.” I dip my fingers down, lathering up his fuzz. He makes a sharp inhale, and is watching me intentively. Without making a fuss, I gently hold and wash his cock and his balls, being tender and not squeezing too hard. I’m a bit surprised when Adin’s cock starts hardening before my eyes.
I watch it, fascinated. Then, I hear Adin say in a quaky voice. “You don’t have to stop if you don’t want to.”

Poor boy. He wants it so bad but is just too scared to scream out what he wants. I bet he would love it if I push himed against the wall and fucked his brains out. I bet he always wanted me to be his first. But…baby steps. I tell him thank you again, and wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s cut, and tight and hard. I give him a few practice strokes, and Adin begins to moan right away. I pressed up against him, rubbing my cock against his ass, while I stroke him. Adin’s body feels hot against me. I stroke him more eagerly and he pushes into my hand. I’m glad he can’t see me smiling.

I don’t say a word, as not to disturb his very sensitive moment of need. I just stroke and pet and cup and make it as pleasurable for him as possible. Adin ejaculates without a warning, and it seems to surprise even him. I wring him out, emptying all his backed up cum down the shower drain.

We don’t say much after. We finish washing, and drying up. Adin asks to dry me, and moisturize me, I love every second of it. I tell him not to worry about my erection. That shower was about him. He gives me an adorable smile, and goes to make us lunch.

That evening, Adin texted me. “…Can I come over? I can’t sleep.”
You bet I said yes. I got to wring him out again that night. And this time, he returned the favor.

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“I…um, I – ” Wait. Why am I panicking? Why is everything shriveled up in fear that I’ve been caught? Isn’t this what I wanted? Isn’t this what I’ve been fantasizing about for so long? This what I imagined, on dark lonely nights, with my cock in my hand. I took so many days to think about the guilt I felt for wanting to be used without any consent, while others suffer legitimately at the hands of rapists. In the end, I couldn’t excuse it or deny wanting to be treating like a lesser being. I want him to shove it inside of me. I want him to breach me. I want it to be tight, and I want it to hurt a little. I want it to feel hot, and stretched, and to feel as if I have no choice but to submit to him. Or any man. I want them all. I want them to give me orders. I want them to take me and objectify me. Haven’t I always wanted to be a whore? Haven’t I always wanted the attention, the loss of control, the borderline abuse? Is it what I really want, or what I think I want. What will happen if I say yes? Will I get HIV? Will I bleed? Will there be more and more men? What if I say no, will they take me anyway? God, why do I want that so badly? Why is it all so thrilling?

It’s not like I’m going to stop staring at their dicks after this. I love watching water pour off of their cocks, watching them jiggle and bounce between their legs as they wash. I love the sight of a naked man. What should I tell them, that if they just show me their penises, they can control me like a robot? Cause they could. I want them so badly.

In the end, the words don’t won’t come out. My throat is tight, my heart racing too hard. He’s kissing my shoulder now, each burning like a brand as they trail up my neck. I can hear my breathing, which seems loud and obvious, even above the noise of the shower. I swallow. Hard. I’m aware my cock is comically erect, jutting forward and up, and slightly to the left. I reach behind me with both hands for Giovanni’s thighs. I brush my fingers against it, then up, blindly navigating. I reach behind and pull him forward, against me. He makes a chuff of surprise. I can hear it, since he’s so close to my ear.
“Oh you do want it huh?” he says, sounding pleased. He pushes his soft member between my cheeks.
I whimper and push back against him. It’s not so much of a whimper of need, but one of surrender. Of helplessness, that I cannot control or stop myself from encouraging him to fuck him. My slight actions invigorate him and he pushes back again.

“Yeah whore, just what I thought. Well you’re going to get what you wanted.”
I cry out as he shoves me against the wall and twists my arm back, pinning it against my spine. The cold tile makes my nipples peak.
“You should have just asked.” He cups my ass then drags his fingers down the cleft. He brushes over my hole and it twitches. This seems to amuse him and he chuckles. “So needy…” he pushes one inside. My body clenches, but it is in play. He works his digit in and out of me, and it feels huge and invasive. A second finger joins, and then a third, and I’m already gasping and hissing and trying to relax.
“You’re so very very tight…this is going to be so much fun,” he murmurs.
Then, they’re gone. I already feel the loss. The fullness. I miss it. He releases my arm but tells me to stay. I do. I hear something open and click shut. I can’t tell what he’s using but I hope it won’t burn.

Then, I feel his strong hand against the back of my neck and something blunt pushing between my legs. I want to be your whore. I remind myself, and my muscles relax. He breaches and the entire shaft of his long cock slams inside of me. In one motion, he is in me to the hilt. I squeeze my eyes tight and tears form in the corners. It does hurt, but it so marvelous, the pain! The sweet, delicious hot blooming pain mixing with the pleasure knotting in my gut! Pre-cum drips out of my cock and smears against the wall. He’s panting just from that and nuzzling my shoulder.
“I like that you’re fighting me a little…but you already know you’ve lost ‘aven’t you?”
I nod. But I feel like a winner, because he’s making my fantasy come true. No condom. No consent. I am his.
He keeps his hand on the back of my neck, one hand on my hip, and begins to thrust. He’s steady at first, as if exploring his new toy, testing angles and positions. I moan and sob and find myself pushing back every time he withdraws.
“Stay still, whore,” he says. I am horrified to find myself looking around, hoping for others to be watching, but we’re sadly alone. There is still time for men to come in. I hope. I feel disgusting, and I love it.

I am open to him now and he realizes this, fucking me in sets of steady thrusts. He will go for a while, then lose his rhythm, pause, adjust, and start over. The hand on my hip reaches around, ignoring my cock, and instead pulls at my balls, pinching them and making me squirm.
“You horny bastard,” he chuckles, as I drool seed onto his wrist. I’m surprised how chatty he is, when I haven’t said a damn thing.

He turns off the water, and the sounds of water dripping and our copulation echo in the shower room. I can hear myself too, as if I am out of body and listening from the locker room, crying out, moaning, groaning, making all sorts of embarrassing beastly noises as he torments my prostate and all my nerves.
“Yeah, yeah yeah!” he exclaims as his orgasm looms near, only in his English dialect it comes out as “Yeh yeh yeh”. He slams so hard in me that I choke on my own spit. I clamber on the wall for grip, my pruned fingertips sticking like lizard toes to the wet tile.
He’s taking me so hard, that I have nearly gone numb. I gurgle, and then gasp as his semen floods inside of me. It’s like lava pouring out of his tap, gallons of it it seems, filling the entirety of my bowel. I imagine his balls to be enormous and heavy and I shudder to think he’s put all of its content in me. “Oh god,” I sob.
He doesn’t seem to have realized I’ve spoken. He’s resting his forehead against the back of my neck, breathing low and slow. Both his hands are on my waist, and he’s giving me slow thrusts to milk the last drops out of his cock. Suddenly he hisses and pulls out. “Fuck, sensitivity,” he grumbles. The plug is gone and his seeds pours out. I hate that. I wish he would stick his thumb back up and plug me. To my relief, he reads my mind and pushes his batter back inside of me with his fingers.
“Oh very, very nice, you look so beautiful with my cum all over your asshole.” He pets me there and I tremble, and ejaculate all over the floor with a cry.
“Woah!” he says, stepping back. He laughs. “You even cum like a dirty whore, just losing it all over the place when a man touches you on your cunt.”
My chest is heaving like I’ve run a kilometer. My head is spinning, and the room is turning in circles. I feel like I’ve been put through the wash cycle. It doesn’t feel like I’ll ever be horny again, then-

Then I hear the other voice.
“What’s all this then?”
“Oh, I just had him, that’s all. He kept staring at my cock, so I just gave the whore what he wanted.”
“Did you now?”
“Aye I did. He loved it too. Still cant move,” he snickers.
“Well now that’s mighty interesting. He’s stared at my cock plenty.”
“Why don’t you have a go at him then? He’s plenty sticky inside, but I don’t got no diseases or what not.”
“Oh you warmed him for now? How nice.” The man’s voice is deep. He sounds huge. I don’t dare to look, but I just close my eyes, and hope, and pray… and then there’s a hand on my hip.

I shouldn’t appear too eager, but I am trembling in anticipation and he can sense it. When he breaches me, he isn’t delicate, and I melt against him so we can move together. He likes this and puts an arm around my waist, I reach back behind him.. It’s like being taken by a bear. My balls are empty and my cock bounces at half mast in front of me. They have reduced me to a sexual being for their entertainment, and I never want it to stop. I will always be a whore.

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Text is fictional. The original poster’s Tumblr has been deleted so if anyone knows what movie this is from, lemme know. A reader has informed that this is from the short film Homophobia. It doesn’t end like this story, trust me.

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“Hey baby, how’s Nashville?”
“Humid. And I miss you.”
“I miss you too. How’s your mom?”
“She’s…stable right now. But it’s not good, the doctor’s are saying things like ‘you need to prepare yourself that she might not leave the hospital’.”
I click my tongue. “Oh bearbear, I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”
“Me too. When she’s lucid she’s so happy I’m here, so it’s worth it. Miss you so bad though.”
“How so?” I wonder if he can hear me smiling over the phone.
“I miss cuddling with you in bed. I miss chiding you for eating your toast standing up, dropping crumbs on the floor. I miss you falling asleep on me when we watch late night movies. I miss the way you get so hilariously excited when your favorite porn actor announces a new video…”
“Oh come on, you love watching my porn too.”
“Ok ok, a little, but it’s more about the sex than the actual dick owners. But seriously, baby, you know what I miss most?”
“mmm What bearbear?”

“Those morning when you get up before me and go on your jogs. I’m just waking up when you get out of the shower, and if I roll onto your side of the bed I can see your bare ass in the bathroom as you preen in the mirror… I was just layin’ in bed this morning and wishin’ it were true.”
“Aww, really? I find it so sexy that you like to watch me,” I say, my throat a bit tight. “You’re breaking my heart over here. Shit, I wish I could take more time off of work and come visit you in Nashville!”
“Don’t make your boss angry. It’s not your fault you got sick in March and had to use all your days off.”
“I know, I know,” I sigh. “Hey, why don’t I make you some videos so you’re less homesick?”
“Like what?”
“It’s a secret. You’ll find out when you open them.”
“…Any that are not safe for work?”
I snicker. “There miiiight be a couple.”
He groans. “You have no idea how wonderful that would be. Please, just please, make them. …Oh what Tanesha? She is? … Hey love, mom is waking up. I gotta go. Talk to you soon.”
“Ok, I’ll call later. Love you.”
“Love you more. Bye.”
“Bye bearbear.”

The ideas for the videos burbled up instantly, one after the other. There was one I had to make first though. The next morning, I got up early and went on my jog. I took a shower, then made sure I spent plenty of time grooming in front of the mirror naked. I uploaded the video to a privately listed Youtube account and sent it to my lover. When I checked the stats later, I saw it had been viewed 41 times in 24 hours. I made sure to send him more – lots more – of my ass, of my body, of me lifting weights, of me masturbating.

Shortly after I began the project, I suddenly didn’t hear from him for two days until he called. He told me in a tired voice that his mother had passed. They were preparing for the funeral now. He begged me to not stop with the videos, as they were the only thing holding him together and keeping him distracted from deep grief and pain.

I told my boss I had a family emergency, took the Friday off, and flew to Nashville with my GoPro and a black suit packed in my luggage.

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“Come here. Come ‘ere. Sshh, you know, boy, even if you cry in the shower I can still see your tears. Listen to me. You’ve been staring at me for a while now. I can tell you want it, and I can tell it’s been tearing you up inside. Don’t be scared, and don’t listen to what anyone tells you in the world. It’s ok to want this. Hell, I even encourage you to embrace that part of you that just wants to kneel at my feet and suck my cock. You aren’t less of a man because you want to service them; matter of fact, I think it makes you more of a man to know what you want and you go after it honestly. You want my cock right?”
He nods, looking hesitant and slightly miserable that it’s right in front of him but he won’t allow himself to have it.
“Come on, here.” I put a folded towel down on the shower floor to make it easier on him. “Kneel.”

Like silk, he slides off the shower bench and onto the floor. He puts a hand on my calf.
“Touch it.”
He bites his lip, his soft dark eyes flickering up at me. He reaches out gingerly to caress my thick cock, testing the weight of my balls, and the way the extra skin moves.
“That’s a good boy now..” I exhale softly, “Go on.”
He continues to fondle me, completely oblivious to the other glances we’re getting. His eyes are glazing over and his breathing is slow and shallow. I put a reassuring hand on the back of his head and he commits, placing his lips on the exposed head of my cock.

I have to tell you – up until this point, I thought blowjobs were something twinks begrudgingly did to curry favors for sex. But this boy – he was made for blowjobs. No amateur had ever been so delicate with me before, but within minutes I was already straining hard and dripping pre-cum onto his tongue. I could only rest my back against the tile wall and groan hard as he nursed my cock. I managed a ragged “Don’t stop”, but I don’t know if he heard me. He was so far gone into head space.

It seemed hours later when the orgasm rolled through me like a deep tsunami. I was thrusting against his tongue, trapped both by the tight suction of his mouth and the grip he had on my balls. My load must have been huge because it felt like someone turned my sac inside out. To my amazement, he didn’t even choke. He swallowed  most of it. His cheeks were flushed from not breathing, and eventually he seemed to snap out of it. He broke the suction seal and pulled back, the tip of my cock leaving a trail of semen from it to his lips. I gawked. He was beautiful, sitting there with his own erection straining between his legs, untouched. A total submissive, not a drop of alpha in him. A rare breed.

He looked at me expecting a review. I took a big breath and exhaled. “That, was the best blowjob I’ve ever received.”
It was only then he truly blushed, then reached for his washcloth and began to clean my sensitive prick.

I knew at that moment I was going to have to keep him. He’d obviously bonded with my cock, and it’d be a shame to deprive him of it.

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It’s important to keep your slaves clean. If they’re in chastity, it’s a good idea to remove the cage once in a while and completely scrub them from head to toe. Shaving is optional. This is also a good time to inspect your property for any acne, ingrown hairs, odd looking moles, or ingrown nails.
For a fun evening, invite a friend and his slave over as well for a group shower. Things will get steamy fast!

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I’m still drunk. It’s 11 am, I should at least be hungover by now, but I can still smell the alcohol and weed on my skin. My head aches, my eyelids hurt, my stomach is tight, and I feel like I am about to doze off in the shower. The cigarette helps a little, but it only dislodges some important memory I cannot quit recall. It bothers me. I just now realize I’m still in my underwear but eh so what? Feels kinda nice. Say, the flowers outside are really gorgeous today. So…purple and red and stuff. What do they call them. Something involving thumbs. Snap… snap. Snaps? Snap peas? Snapdragonias? Snap dragons, yeah.

Hey who is that? That looks a lot like Todd. Why is Todd leaving my house? Oh man I can’t remember anything from last night… shit is that a hickey on his neck? Man, some girl must have really worked him over. …I don’t recall inviting any girls over. I pull the band of my underwear out and stare at my cock, then slide one hand down to jiggle my balls. There’s dried cum under my foreskin, and my balls are empty. I came last night. Into someone. Oh my lord. “Todd!” I call out weakly, the volume of my voice makes my head pound. “TODD!” Fuck the window is still closed. Stupid window. It’s a bitch to get open, but I do it. “Todd!”

Todd startles and looks around for the source of the call, then he turns around and tilts his face up towards my small bathroom window. “What?”
“Did we screw last night??”
Todd scrunches his face up in confusion, then embarrassment, “You’re straight, why would we screw?”
“I….I dunno man, I can’t remember shit!” I holler back.
He bites his lip, then moves his hand to cover the mark on his neck, “Nope… you’re still straight. Don’t worry about it buddy!”
I watch as he hastily makes his way to his car parked at the curb. I don’t know what to say; the blind memory is nagging hard. Todd gets into his car, then jolts as if sitting on a tack before lowering himself down gently into the cushioned seat. Odd. I put out the cigarette and start to doze off standing in the hot spray. Maybe that memory will return in my dreams…it feels like it would be a nice memory. A nice memory with Todd…yeah…that’d be….nice. Oh hey, I’m peeing.