A Desk Job - Chapter 2, Part 4
Fenton was gobsmacked.
People found this erotic? It was strange and almost comical. Fenton was unable to laugh. The closeness of the previous day’s interview and the awkwardness that followed were still to fresh in his mind.
All the same, Fenton’s erection had not faded, much to his shame. The youth tried to tease himself off to the images he viewed. Pictures of people as human sushi trays, videos of strange rubber suits that immobilized the body. But he couldn’t overcome the rush of embarrassment.
This was not happening, he thought as he gazed down his abdomen at the twitching member between his legs.
The youth closed his laptop and flopped into bed, exhausted from a strange day. Things could only get better tomorrow, he thought.
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No alarm clock the next morning. There hadn’t been a need for alarms since the last day of high school in the spring. Consequently, Fenton always overslept, often in a puddle of drool, wrapped around a pillow.