Mr. Wilson began to count slowly, “One, two, three, four,...” My head was resting against his thigh...still, he was frozen, he couldn't figure out what to do...five, six, seven...he stirred as if to move...eight, nine, TEN. To late, no choice for him. Hesitation, then he rolled toward me and draped over me, bent forward with his arm under my chin, my head trapped between his thigh and chest. What's wrong with me, the smooth skin inside his arm against my chin, thrilled my groin. How could that simple contact mean anything. It never had before. We were sort of connected to each other. There, we were both committed, but how far would they take us. For the first time, I wondered if what we were doing was legal. Hmm. My erection was already in anticipation.

For years I have tried to dream of being dead like this, even with another person. In my imagination, I was always naked. The game had started....now we know that there is no quitting, regardless.

I could hear steps coming down into the basement. “I set my i-Phone for one hour to marimba.” A lower voice. He was older. And still, it wasn't a man's mature voice.

The answer, “Good.”

“Gosh, they are pretty boys, really handsome. We lucked out big time today, George.”

His face was hanging close to mine. I could hear his breathing and smell his warm breath. Sharing breath with each other was kind of intimate. It was different. I hadn't been that close to anyone's face the I can remember. And, then it occurred to me that I might have to smell more of him. What if my face is in his crotch. I showered today. Did he? Then I realized that the wrong smells could be horrible! Damn, anything? They could put my nose against his ass hole! No, they ... No?