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Peanut Butter
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.com

<  “All men look the same when the lights are off. Not that I turn off the lights.”

“Yeah, I’d be tied to the bed.”

“And smeared with peanut butter.” I reminded him. He had stopped jogging again, intent on the conversation, and I took the opportunity to reach up and tweak one of those hard, round nipples of his. He didn’t flinch, and he didn’t push my hand away, but I didn’t push my luck, just the tweak and I let him go.

“Yeah, peanut butter.” Green light, bobbing buttocks, and gone.

Third day, he was there again. “You wait here for the bus every day?” he asked me.

“Yeah.” I said. “But not for very long. One will be along in a minute.”

“I’ve been thinking.” he said as he jogged around, a bigger circle, now. He had the light timing figured out.

“About what?”

“The peanut butter. You don’t have a dog, do you? Dogs like peanut butter.”

“No, no dog. Nor a cat.” I said.

“So what’s the peanut butter for?”

“Come home with me and find out.” I said. “Only way you’ll ever know.”

“How much peanut butter does it take to cover a guy all over.”

“Oh, I don’t use it all over. Just in...a spot or two.”

“Oh. Chunky or smooth?”

“Smooth.”

“Mmm.” he admitted. “Sounds nice.” He had stopped and I tweaked that nipple again, this time harder and kept my hand on it.

“Come home with me and find out.” I said.  >