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He gently places me, back to the door, in front of him. We are in a hotel bathroom. A short walk from white sands and Black Rock. I do not have a room at this hotel.
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Rustling through his bag his soft hands come up empty. I cannot find the coke he says shrugging. At that instant I know that is not why I agreed to join him here.
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He places his left hand on my chest, the other falls freely through the air. Eyes closed I feel it grasp my manhood through flower printed ripped cotton threads.
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I do not stop him.
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His large soft lips placed delicately beneath a wiry mustache create a sensation against mine never before felt. Between the 2nd kiss and the undoing of the strings on my shorts I utter softly "Ive never done this before"
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His vision clears, priorly hazy from sun and Ketel 1, our eyes lock. Sensing the soft tingle of nervousness excitement arousal arising from a place unexplored he makes it all okay with 3 words.
"Ill go slow"
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He squats in front of me.
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My pressure on the door closing the container for us, the world close outside ceases to exist.
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Our eyes never break contact, as promised he goes slow.
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I do not.
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Back in the sand we rejoin the group. Nobody seems to notice we were gone or they do not care. Music and sun caresses my ears.
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Identities I previously clung to crack, shattered glass, returning to the projectors I received them from.
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The evening light fades leaving both parties with the mix of ecstasy, finding new friends, melancholy, having to depart them.
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Dancing along hot concrete walkways I make it 5 steps before I gush to my travel partner "You will not believe what just happened....."
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The world outside shines cleared of obscurities.