As I steered the Buick toward Pittsburgh, using Interstate 70, Zeb fell asleep in the passenger seat. He started to snore, and I smiled. About sixty miles outside of Pittsburgh, he began to speak during his sleep, stringing words together.
“Charlie…attractive…sleep…like him…dates…sex…fuck him.”
Nice, I thought. He likes me, and he wants to do me. I guess that’s not a bad idea. I’m flattered. The guy has a thing for me, which excites me, because I feel the same way about him.
Any common biology or human studies book would have explained that most men became excited during sleep and produced erections, which is exactly what happened to Zeb in the passenger seat. As he continued to snore, he hardened inside his khakis. An erection grew into full size and caused a tent between his legs.
Ha
