Sensual Machines

Summer had finally come and I made it up to my uncle's farm for a week away from work. All winter in the city, I'd looked forward to getting up there. And I'd thought a great deal about Shawn, a lovely 18-year-old whom I'd known since he was half his age. Shawn is the middle guy of a dirt-poor farm family. I'd never quite understood how his father made a living on his only visible means a support, a tiny garage video store. But I'd enjoyed my visits up there in previous years and I remember playing around outside with Shawn and his younger brother.

 We'd throw Frisbees and otherwise clown around. I had never given Shawn much thought until last summer when as we played, he seemed to hang around me a lot. More than a few times, he slapped me playfully on the ass. And I remembered the adult movies we'd seen over at his house. I knew his dad rented adult movies and sometimes I wondered how many of the adult movies he'd watched when his dad wasn’t around. I had recognized some of the titles of the adult movies when I'd browsed the tapes. There were more than a few which were less plot and more action. I wondered if he'd seen the actions.