Chapter 10

The blue collar men lay side by side on the queen-size bed, spent from their passionate sex-session. Their chests rise and fall in synchronized exhaustion. They are both sweat-covered from head to toe, still hard between their legs. Sunbeams dance across their sweaty chests. Their eyes are awestruck and exemplify post-sexed niceness. It’s Block who rolls on top of the boarder and provides a wet and sloppy kiss; something poetic and lust-driven, a salutation to their man-connected-to-man flesh-game. They chuckle in bliss on the bed and continue to kiss and hold each other, finishing their afternoon entanglement. I see enough for now, fatigued by their naked mix, and bone-hard between my legs. Without further ado, I spin around and head down the narrow flight of stairs for oxygen, air, breath—at last. 11