So damn beautiful.
First time I’ve ever seen a penis, aside from my own.
Not counting the stuff on my phone.
“Nothing like a little morning wood,” he smiles.
And with that, he saunters back to his room.
The towel has been abandoned.
I scoop it up, hanging it on the nearest hook.
My fingers fumble with the loop.
Locking myself in the cubicle, my breath is ragged.
“Fucking tease,” I moan.
Thick pearlescent cum circles the drain.
Gone are the days when I shower just to wash.
Should I stay home and cause trouble?
Or leave, and keep my promise to behave?
I can’t risk this job.
Not over some stupid crush.
I’d never hear the end of it from Beth.
So I pack the essentials, sunblock included, and dart down the stairs.
???
Standing on the platform at Roma Street, I’m still thinking about him.
I count the minutes until my train arrives.
Beach day has finally come.
Might have been sooner if I hadn't been so distracted by boys.
One unclothed boy in particular.
“Come on,” I groan. “Think of literally anything else.”
Think of the sand.
Think of the waves.
I’ve been dreaming of that white sandy shore for more than a decade.
“Wish you were here, Ma” I whisper.
The same five words I wrote at the end of my letter last week.
