Chapter 10: Bang
Dreaming…
I rush out of the grass, into the pouring rain, over his side yard, into his sandy backyard, and traipse up the three steps to his bungalow’s rear door. Again, the kitchen light in his house shines. And again, Marcos stands near the counter and kitchen sink, holding three pink pills in his left hand and a glass of water in his right hand. Unbeknownst to him, I make my way inside the kitchen, entering through its screen door. Caught by his handsomeness, I take in the hero as he wears a pair of white briefs. His chest is covered in thin black fur that is sweaty and his right hand shakes. My stare also takes in his c**k, which is hidden under cotton.
Both of us observe each other for what feels like an eternity. Both of us drip wet, but with different liquids. An
