Can I Get A Cigarette
"What up yo, let me get a cig." I heard as I strolled through the transit center headed to revamp my resume. I ignored the words and kept walking, swiftly picking up my pace; I only had a few left and the one I was smoking was getting good to me. "Yo bro, I know you hear me, let me get an L", echoed and tingled in my ears and I stopped dead in my tracks. Something about that scruffy, demanding tone sent chills all over me and made my spincter sweat. It was a queer boys delight, being commanded to oblige a manly order indirectly acting coy but desiring some attention at the same time. Upon peeking at my pursuer, I couldn't help but stare at that tapioca colored complexion and chiseled body of a god with obvious desire drooling from the corners of my lips. Dang, I didn't want to seem so obvious; but I couldn't help it. I was turned on by this stranger with his tethered, masculine appearance and commanding presence. "My bad man, my mind is somewhere...