I was lucky enough to have a set of doe-brown eyes that were framed by the cascading hair. I was never particularly well-built, but had a beautiful bu...ble butt that was aching to be put to good use. In my community there was a neighborhood where I was always told by my parents that I should never go. Everyone in town knew that this was where all the gay men hung out. Being an inquisitive k**, any time I was told not to do something I had to find out why. One day I snuck out of the house, took. I was disorientated as i half woke up, I glanced at the tv, what time was it, i looked at the clock on the wall, 3 am, wow i had really been asleep. Then i heard whispering, it was my sister and Nicola. They creaped in bare foot so as to not make noise. They both had wet hair, it had still been raining all night.They both looked a bit tipsy, they were laughing, i asked them 'was it a good night?' 'yeah they both replied, smiling' and they went into the kitchen. They came back both. I wondered if there was a residual aura that remained around my most important objects. My paints were clear to me. My easel, and in fact, any of the paintings that I had done that included color. I could see them clearly. I wonder if it is possible to transfer your aura to an object. I glanced through the archway to our bedroom. The bed, where I met and slept with my lovers, was always visible, even after we changed sheets.I set my half-empty coffee cup on the table and walked over to the. Fuck. I realize that the image of you on your bed is actually turning me on! I honestly can’t believe that I’m going there in my mind at all. I shake the thought and get back to my Xbox. Still, I can’t stop thinking about you. I get my ass kicked a couple of times at Halo and finally accept that I just can’t concentrate with the current images I have of you in my head. I turn off the game for the second time tonight and lay back on my bed. My mind begins to wander…I’m imagining your thin shirt.