Jax woke with a stream of summertime light in his eyes. He turned his head to the left, looked at the white ceiling with its five parallel pine beams, and realized he didn’t know where he was at. Next to the single window, there was a small dresser, a nightstand, a desk-sized telescope, and an empty stool. The room looked tidy, but one could never truly know without further inspection. He felt an arm draped over his left side and saw that it was sheathed in fine brown hair. Two nails were bitten and the rest looked trimmed with a nail clipper. There was a tiny scar at the base of the hand’s thumb, which was shaped like an inchworm. The scar was hardly noticeable, but there. He observed the hand’s knuckles and blue veins, confused regarding his whereabouts, befuddled.
A long, hard erection
