Kenny Raymond wiped the condensation from the bathroom mirror and stood looking at himself. He glanced down at his d**k, still half hard from his morning shower jack off. He looked back up at his reflection and sighed.
“You gotta get laid!” he told the image of the handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed young man looking back at him. “You and your left hand are gettin’ too well acquainted.”
The man in the mirror nodded his agreement.
“Fat chance of that,” he went on as he opened the door of the medicine cabinet and took out his shaving cream and razor. “Not out here in Nowheresville.”
Kenny lived in a rural area of the state. He worked as a mechanic for old man Watson at his gas station, where a couple of two lanes intersected about a mile out of town. He had gone to trade school in the c
