“We have to.”
I looked at him.
“We don’t have a choice.”
I looked away.
“Look. I know it’s fucking awkward. It’s not like I want to do this, but we have to.” I grimaced. “No one else is even awake. No one will ever know.”
I looked at him and looked away again.
I saw a brown spot in the wall in front of me. It looked like the sticky residue of brown tape. I looked at it for a while. I reached down and unbuckled my belt, my hands shaking, my heart pounding against my chest. I undid the button and stood there looking at the spot. It had four sides. Or five. Maybe it wasn’t brown.
I heard him coming towards me and I clenched my fists by my side. It definitely had four sides. I felt him unzipping my pants and I slammed my eyes shut.
…four sides, four sides, four sides…
He started to pull my pants down but they were very tight. My tight brown jeans. My favourite pair of four sides. Pants. I like pants.
Four pants. Pants.
He gave it a one hard tug and then my pants were at my feet, my moist white underpants in a pile on top.
I felt him take my soft cock into his mouth. He started sucking on it, sucking on it like a soggy doughnut. Sucking on my slimy soggy doughnut.
My body shook as my nails dug into my palms. He kept sucking, sucking with disgusting rhythmic pulsating noises.
I felt him touch my belly – then I punched him.
Then it was darkness.