His body was warm like
an animal and I felt a soft tingle in my stomach and I say, “I love you, too.”
We remove our clothes.
There was a musk smell from his drooping, brown nuts. He brought out a little
tin of Vaseline he carried in his hip pocket because he confided how he used to
fuck tourists for money and in habit he had always carried it. I took the tin
and rubbed Vaseline on his cock feeling it jump in my hand like a frog, he
stood there teeth bared, gasping...“Vuelvete y aganchete, guero”...I turned
around and bent over, hands braced on knees and let myself go limp inside as he
slides it in. I could see out through a little dusty window the junk filled,
back yard and the setting sun on the tiled roofs like bits of silver paper, and
when I spurt the world seemed to stretch out and then snap back pulling my eggs
together and I am spurting out, silver spots boil in front of my eyes and the
window blacks out.
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