It was later than he’d figured, and he was even slower than before. Ralph had to stop at that park again to catch his breath, smoke down a cigar, and also take a moment to shoot a load of cum in his pants, before continuing on towards Eddie’s house…but it was becoming harder to remember why exactly he’d been heading over there. Sure, the sale was still on, but he didn’t really feel like buying anything. In the back of his mind he knew that there was something else, some problem that he’d been wanting Eddie to help him out with, but the exact nature of his problem had slipped from his mind. Still, he…did want to see him, badly. He finally turned the corner of Eddie’s block, just in time to see the big man smoking a cigar, folding up his lawn chair, tucking it inside the garage, and lowering the door.
This caused Ralph to panic, though again he wasn’t sure why, and he hurried his pace as best he could, beard and hair soaked to the scalp with sweat, thighs chaffing in his sodden overalls. “Hey!” he shouted before Eddie could duck inside the closing door, and he waved at him. Eddie looked up and over at the fat, filthy man struggling up his driveway, grinned, and slipped back out.
“Ralph! I didn’t think you were coming today.”
“Sorry, I had a late night, and had a hard time getting up this morning. You closing up for the day already?”
“Already? It’s five.”
Five? Really? Ralph looked up at the sky, and saw the sun had indeed slipped much closer to the horizon that he’d thought. Had…had he had another one of his episodes without realizing it?
“It’s not really a problem,” Eddie continued, “If you wanna take a look around, be my guest, but it’s slim pickings at this point.”
“No, I mean…I…I had something I wanted to ask you, but…well, but I forgot, you see. I’m having…oh that’s…look, you know that first day? Saturday? When I fainted? Did…did anything about that seem, I don’t know, strange to you?”
“You mean, aside from you fainting?” Eddie laughed, smoke chuffing out of his mouth, and the smell of the fumes nearly made Ralph groan around his own cigar.
“I mean, did I, like, change at all?”
Eddie cocked an eyebrow and his head to one side, “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“Hell, I’m not sure what I mean either, but it happened again yesterday, after I left, and…and I’m just a bit worried, is all.”
“Look, why don’t you come on inside, and we’ll…talk about it, eh?” Eddie said. “Plus, I do have some stuff in the garage I think a guy like you might appreciate–not many customers come along with your tastes, you know?”
“My…tastes?”
Eddie rolled his eyes and stepped in the garage, “Come on, I’ll get us a couple of beers, and see if we can sort out your problems.” Ralph followed him, and Eddie pulled the door down after them. Even though the day was brisk, it had been sunny and the garage was stuffy and hot. “Now give me a sec, I gotta dig the stuff out. Take a look around if you want.”
Like Eddie had said, the tables were quite bare, and Eddie, for some reason, didn’t feel much like touching anything on them. In fact, he was doing his best to not touch any of it. He could…remember before, how everything had escalated, how he’d gotten lightheaded before each time here. The only thing he couldn’t resist was a leather biker vest, which was in decent condition even though it was filthy as hell, and some chaps beside it, his heart racing a bit at the feel of the leather in his fingers. Eddie let out a shout, and materialized with a medium sized box and set it on the table. Out of curiosity more than real buyer’s interest, Ralph opened it and started digging through the stuff inside–it too was full of leather…and dildos, and lube, and elbow length rubber gloves and strange looking hoods and masks. He recoiled and stumbled back, his heart jumping into his throat.
“What…what the hell is that shit?” Ralph asked.
“Oh, you know…I was into some kinky stuff when I was a bit younger, I guess I just assumed you were too.”
“I mean, I’m not–”
Eddie set the box down and stepped closer, pushing their guts together like before, Ralph’s cock straining against his jock.
“I know how you feel, how you gotta pretend, but there ain’t no one here now,” Eddie leaned in closer. The air had become choked with their smoke, and Ralph was breathing shallow. He leaned in too, but his face slipped past Eddie’s as he collapsed face first to the concrete floor.
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