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It smells loamy, fresh like the cool of the morning, a different muskiness to my own. Scooping it up I sit down in his chair, and slide back and forth, back and forth. Gay porn I continue, oddly unperturbed by the threat of discovery.A distant clatter becomes a roar as a garbage truck trundles into view, stopping and starting, its robot arm lifting and emptying, breaking the peaceful bubble. I run my fingers through it, cool to the touch, silky. I could just make out his figure, dressing gown thrown on haphazardly, pyjama pants and singlet more guessed at than seen. The thought appealed, so I didn’t stop.Pleasantries exchanged, then silence. Does his gaze linger just a moment too long, quizzically? I run my fingers through it, cool to the touch, silky. Does his gaze linger just a moment too long, quizzically? And then its gone, a slight veil of dust from the unmade road its only legacy. I shuffle past his chair, my bare toe lands in a small viscous pool.