It was cold... very cold, he could hardly feel his fingers or toes.
he thought about it long and hard, should I? Tommy had gone down to find some pizza. he was alone.. with... it.
I don't think I should. Tommy would be gone for quite a while... maybe even a few hours.
I mean, that guy is a wreck.
No. it doesn't matter if he'd be gone for a couple of hours or even a hundred years.
it was wrong and he knew it... but it just... it felt so right.
he walked over to it, touched the fabric softly with his finger "hmm" he moaned as his fingers lightly swept over this object... this dirty dirty object
he picked it up holding it delicately in his sweaty hands. "ahhmm" he gasped. the object was so soft, and worn out. it smelled like him... it smelled like he had been wearing it his entire life. he threw it back on the ground "No, I can't" he said aloud.
he clasped his mouth shut with his hands forcefully. I hope no one heard that..
he walked over to the window and stared out at the pool below.
he felt it. he felt it calling him back. he could feel it begging to be touched. he inhaled loudly, then exhaled. "Come on, get a grip." he said to himself in a low voice.
he looked over at it "I can't"
it lay on the floor motionless
"Please, I can't-" he looked away. ".. alright.. I'll do it" he crept over to the object of his deepest desires and knelt down beside it. "no one can know"
he began rubbing softly, but then his rubs got more intense. he gasped for air
"Oh yes" he squeezed it. he could feel himself beginning to warm up.
" Yes yes yes yes!" he moved it up and rubbed it across his face, smelling it, licking it, biting it.
"You're mine! You're delicious!"
He grabbed onto his shirt while holding the object in his other hand. he pulled it off one one side, then moved the object over to the other side so he could finish taking his shirt off, careful not to drop his special item.
"ahh" he rubbed it over his chest, which was now covered in sweat, he moved it up to his collarbone rubbing it in deep. "Yes! please! more!" he screamed not even caring if anyone heard his dirty moans "I want it!" his eyes were wet with tears as he moved it down to his stomach, rubbing it around his navel
"Yes, you know what I like" he circled around that area as fast as he could. the fabric was getting damp with his dirty slut sweat.
his skin was bright red from all of the hard rubbing and his nose was dripping with unknown moisture.
he moved it up to his face and inhaled, taking in his whore stink.
just then he could hear the door opening. he threw the object away from himself and crawled into his bed as fast as he could.
"Richard, they were out of soda so I-" Tommy looked at Richard who was panting in his bed "Richard, what were you doing?" Tommy asked in a playful voice
"nothing, Tommy. go to bed" Richard rolled over onto his side, and began drifting into sleep.
as he slowly faded away he could hear Tommy's voice, it was very faint, it asked "Richard, why is this coat so sweaty?"