101 Tales

Flashing

As Grahám prepared for his evening wankathon, he and his downstairs lightsaber could barely contain their excitement.

He had met up with his good friend Damán that day and had done swapzies with their favourite magazines of the naked ladies (or occasionally men as Damán had a particular soft (or rather hard) spot for those).

Grahám stripped off his top and was admiring his toned body in the mirror when Dave-Rose came charging in, hair flying in all directions. Before Grahám knew what was happening, Dave-Rose shoved his phone in his face taking a photo. With the flash on. Grahám stumbled back falling on to his bed right on top of the nights planned entertainment and a tub of Vaseline. His eyes, which very rarely came in to contact with anything much lighter than his own skin, stung as if he'd just watched The Fault In Our Stars.