Inside it was so dark that only shafts of light slipping between the loose siding, around the warped doors or through the lone window gave any visibility. But it was the sense of touch and the sound of man pleasuring man that made seeing unnecessary; that allowed the anonymous to move away into darkness once they had their pleasure.
He wanted to find that special scene, one he had experienced in the past, one that stroked his darkest desires, his fetishes, and he went in search for it.
They had come from different parts of the south to help with relief efforts and their work was tiring, physically and emotionally, and when the setting is right, their emotions raw, things can happen.
Charlie watched the guys on campus, even gave them nicknames, names that referenced how they looked but it was Him that made him anxious, drove his fantasies.
Corey sat at his family's fishing pond lost to his thoughts, of his future after graduation, of going to college and living somewhere he felt comfortable, but most of all, he was wondering why Luke, after three years was suddenly being friendly.
Colton watched Owen whenever he was around, watched the way he moved, the way he wore sleeveless shirts or t-shirts ripped open down the sides revealing his body, older, more mature, and Colton would stare at the glimpses of nipple, of underarm hair or the sliver of stomach when Owen stretched up. It drove him mad with desire.
The campus event provided the setting, the atmosphere that allowed events to unfold, paths to cross and mingle, and when the sun rose the next morning some things would never be the same.