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could imagine it hardening from the faraway look that came
into the boy’s eyes. Without a word, Chuck reached into his
jeans and deftly unscrewed an inhaler. He held it to the boy’s
left nostril pinching the right one closed. The boy pulled on
it heavy. Once. Twice. A third time. He began to moan. He
swooned into Chuck. Chuck looked at Den over the help-
less boy’s shoulder. “Want some?” Chuck offered Den the
inhaler.
Den popped another beer. “Why not?” he said. He
moved up to the two swaying together. Den’s cock fit up
against Chuck’s solid slab of meat. Den sucked in the
smooth popper. He held it up to Chuck. The three of them
pushed together like some perfect man-sandwich. But from
deep down within the purple corridor of his popper-mind,
Den felt the extra body between himself and Chuck. For a
moment, the feeling was there again. He didn’t want to be
so free that he was alone.
“You okay?” Chuck asked.
The threesome broke and the stoned boy wandered off
to some other consolation.
“I’m okay.” He wanted to tell Chuck his news. He had
left home. He had broken the ties. He was his own man.
Chuck put his hand into Den’s studded black-leather
belt and pulled him along. “Come on. I want you to meet
some of these guys.” A boy sitting off alone on the sill of a
window that had long ago lost its glass waved to the two of
them with a joint in his hand. “This is Arrow,” Chuck said.
Den took the offered joint. He hit it hard and pulled the
smoke deep into his big chest. He held it while Chuck pulled
on the dope. Finally Chuck said, “Arrow doesn’t talk much.”
“Arrow doesn’t have to,” Den said.
“He does look hot.” Chuck handed Arrow back his joint.
“Too bad he becomes non-verbal when he smokes.”
Arrow smiled.
“He’s only good,” Chuck said, “in a really heavy torture

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