Only the other items in the drawer soon shut down that chain of thought.
And opened another.
You’d think the dildo was the most eye-catching thing in that drawer.
Oh no.
There was something so much more...mind-blowing.
Putting the watch aside, I tentatively reached in and plucked up what looked like two postcards.Only there was no fucking way these things had been delivered by the postman.
The professional quality of the prints alone was almost enough to make me choke on my tea — if I’d been drinking any.
One had an up-close image of male thighs wearing lacy panties, pulled down to show...his balls and a gaping butt hole.
Yep.That was...cough
Eh.Moving swiftly on to the next card.
Which was almost worse.Although I’m not quite sure if that’s the right word.
No, it was way more graphic.
The second card had another close-up photo of two men this time.Not that you saw any faces.No — it was a zoomed-in shot of panty guy with the other guy’s dick in his hole.
Oooo-kay.Well, this was...fuck knows what this was.
And how the hell had they managed to get the camera at that angle?
Wait — WHAT?Why was I thinking things like that?
Pushing my odd thoughts aside, I flipped the card over and read the printed text.
OH.MY.GOD.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any more disturbing...
Hmm, okay, well...yeah, that’s pretty...explicit.
I sank onto the bed, my legs suddenly feeling weak, staring at the words until they blurred.Dogging, my dad had been involved in ‘DOGGING’.That’s what they called meeting up with a stranger to have sex in a car in a random public place where anyone could see.
But not just any dogging-gay dogging.
That was three of the five items, and if I thought the last two would be less of an eye-opener, then I was one hundred percent wrong.
Placing the postcards beside me, I reached for a folded piece of white paper, half expecting to see a note or something innocuous.
Ah-ha, no.
This was not just a simple piece of A4 paper folded in half.
No, it was a photocopy of a hand-drawn picture of a muscular man, naked, fully erect.He stood behind another man leaning over, mostly naked except for stockings, suspenders, and high heels.He also was sporting a boner as he awaited to be...coughfucked.
Sooooo, yeah, not an innocent doodle, so far from a doodle.I mean, it wasn’t the best drawing that I’ve ever seen.I’m pretty sure my high school art teacher would have been rather critical of the sausage hands that the muscular guy had.But the level of detail was impressive.And there was no mistaking what the subject matter was.I was trying hard not to jump to any conclusions, although the evidence was fast stacking up and was pointing at one conclusion.Much like sausage man’s dick.
The last item left in the drawer was a small piece of notepaper.
Written in faded ink in my father’s bold handwriting was a list of names, and what could be prices with a tally beside it.I was trying really hard not to make assumptions, but at this point, my brain was telling me it wasn’t much of a leap.That it was what I thought it was.
