STOP
2 Fuck
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.
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.
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.
I do not stop him.
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"
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"
He squats in front of me.
My pressure on the door closing the container for us, the world close outside ceases to exist.
Our eyes never break contact, as promised he goes slow.
I do not.
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.
Identities I previously clung to crack, shattered glass, returning to the projectors I received them from.
The evening light fades leaving both parties with the mix of ecstasy, finding new friends, melancholy, having to depart them.
Dancing along hot concrete walkways I make it 5 steps before I gush to my travel partner "You will not believe what just happened....."
The world outside shines cleared of obscurities.