”***Six months had passed from the night of the DP, whenWendell got a phone call from an excited Cal. “We needyou for another video sessio...,” he said.“I don’t believe you,” said Wendell.“It’s all Joan’s idea this time,” said Wendell “If youthink last time was wild, you ain’t seen nothing yet.For the past three months, she’s been researching theInternet and finding the most strange and exotic sexpractices from all over. Tess trashed and twitched as she rode out her climax. Her pussy squeezed and pulled at my primed dick. Tess was too far gone to massage my balls and stop my come. All I could do was thrust and bury my boner in my climaxing lover. A second thrust deep into her belly was too much for my concentration. I blasted a huge load of come deep into her. Thank God Tess was on the pill. I must have delivered enough sperm to make ten babies. I slumped down on top of my lover, spent and senseless.I heard. “Precisely at the same hour in which Mehring and Langner were being done to death, the overwhelming plurality of human beings, two miles away on the Polish farms, five thousand miles away in New York, were sleeping or eating or going to a film or making love or worrying about the dentist. This is where my imagination balks. The two orders of simultaneous experience are so different, so irreconcilable to any common norm of human values, their coexistence is so hideous a paradox-Treblinka is both. It intrigued me enough to reach below with my tingling arm and tentatively hold onto his penis from just beneath the frenulum. It wasn’t a hard grip, very soft, just like the flesh of his penis, despite the hardness beneath. 

Soon it became slippery to hold. Precum stuck to my palm and wrist so I let go and wiped some of it on his chest. “What are you doing?” He asked quietly, but it scared me. I didn’t think he was awake, or that I had awoken him. “I had a nightmare. I wanted to sleep in.