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Cutter flopped over onto his stomach, shaking the entire bed. His time of month had come again. The time when all the bills were due, and there wasn't enough money in the bank to pay for everything. Restful sleep eluded him. Mendelsohn's snoring on the couch downstairs sounded like the logging of the last remaining rain forest. He turned over onto his back and rubbed his wide washboard abs a couple of times. The mental numbness of sleep beckoned him, but she ran away like a frightened impala whenever he approached. He drifted off...
His eyelids shot open. Something was touching Little Cutter in a very friendly way. The touch turned to wetness. He peeked downward without moving. He didn't want to spook whatever it was away until he decided whether he wanted it down there frolicking with Little Cutter. Sheena? He hoped not. Jungle girl just wasn't his thing. He was a tracker - wild and free. He didn't need Lucy Loincloth upstaging him every other day. Mendelsohn? If it wasn't Mendelsohn, it must be a secret admirier who was in a very giving mood. He felt the tickle of a beard against his shaft, and the furriness of a very hairy chest against his legs. It was Mendelsohn. The sloppiness of the work confirmed it. And for once, Mendelsohn's natural talent for doing shoddy, sloppy jobs was well received and appreciated.
Several minutes of firm manual stimulation and deep oral appreciation had brought Cutter's well-sculpted body to the plateau of pleasure. Rough, calloused hands sandpapered his thighs and abs. Willing lips coaxed Little Cutter to submit to what was about to happen. Cutter's breathing quickened. His heart pounded in his ears. He felt himself cumming. His hips thrusted deeply into... a mouth that wasn't there. A mouth that was licking below his balls. He couldn't hold back.
Little Cutter exploded into the night.
Someone cussed in the darkness.
Cutter felt all the stress caused by his time of month, released in one huge wave. The wave deposited his body like driftwood upon the shore of a quiet tropical beach. The sound of chirping impalas lulled him as he drifted off into relaxing sleep.
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A smiling Cutter stretched and twisted playfully in bed, the smell of freshly brewed coffee beckoning him to get up. He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed the sleep from his face. He grabbed the zebra-striped jockey shorts and olive green tanktop lying at his feet and pulled them on. After scratching one of his cheeks, he headed downstairs.
In the kitchen, he poured himself a cup of the dark elixor - renowned as a potent resurrector of the dead. He waited for Mendelsohn to say something - anything - about what had happened last night, but the man sat in silence reading the newspaper.
"Did something small and furry get in here last night," Cutter said. "I could have sworn something was here."
Mendelsohn gave the newspaper a loud flap and turned to the next page without saying a word.
"Something woke me up," Cutter said. "I just thought we might have had a visitor last night."
Mendelsohn shrugged, his eyes glued to the paper. "You kept me awake all night with your tossing and turning. I had to do something to get some sleep."
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