What Happened in Holland
Rob stirred in his sleep, having felt a light tickling on his cheek. He moved his hand sleepily across his face and stopped when he felt warmth at his fingertips. As he slowly began to wake up a lamp flicked on, flooding Rob's bed with red light.
“Huh? Who's there? What–” Rob said, slurring his words.
Again he felt a tickling on his cheek and opened his eyes. He jerked his head back.
“Motherfucker!” Rob yelled as his eyes went wide.
ESR's hairy erect penis, thin and crooked and pulsing with each heartbeat, hovered centimeters from Rob's jaw. His bushy red pubic hair bearded his red scrotum which hung low between his pale thighs.
