There were none. Only a few scraps of plywood here and there, some open space, and spider webs. With a loud grunt, he threw the stone against a concre...e silo, twice as tall as the two store shops that sat across from it. It made a small noise as it struck the side. Artie strained to hear even that result of his violence.Artie leaned against a telephone pole and gentle knocked the back of his head against it. Lips pulled back, his upper teeth ground against his lower. He closed his eyes tight. Shawna started talking about Mark and her. They had met through their fathers, who had worked together in a law firm, and had been dating for three years now. A couple minutes later, Mark came into the living room and sat beside them. "Thank you again. I never caught your name. We've been neighbors all this time, and we've never met," he said, rubbing his girlfriend's shoulder to comfort her. "I'm a homebody mostly. My name is Lila. Do you guys need anything else? Are the cops on the way?". But I’d always stop short of jerking off.Today, I just stopped short, but was because something, again, felt not quite right. My dick was still there (to my relief) and I slid my hand down it, more or less measuring it but also appreciating the veiny surface that only added to my women’s pleasure. But when I brought my hand up, ti was full of pubic hair.I quickly washed it off, then reached down there again – and found my groin was as smooth and hairless as a newborn. Or any of my women.“Doc!. Well, if we were to date, I could probably put fucking her out of my mind. So, the question was (for me, at least), was I still interested in dating Melinda, even if I'd likely never have sex with her?That night, after I'd taken Melinda home, I was horny, and so I ended up watching some on-line porn; of the 'interracial' variety, and especially the 'interracial cuckold' variety, and as I did, I sat there stroking my little five incher and enjoying the strangely exhilarating feelings that flowed.