It happened at Brent's friend's hot tub a few days ago. I had gotten in there alone late at night while Brent's friend was cooking a pasta meal inside the apartment. A small baggy drifted towards me and landed on my hand under the water; I thought at first it was first a condom. I suspected that a couple of lucky fat bastards had fucked in the hot tub, and that now I was the receptacle for their pleasure. I shook my hand under the water, but the lil baggy clung to the back of my hand and would not free me from its disgusting grasp. I didn't know what to do because I was afraid a lil semen would seep out on me under the water.
I was lucky that Brent's friend eventually came out in time to tell me that dinner was served. He had seen me shaking my hand furiously, as if a bee had stung me. Brent's friend later inspected the small bag that was chasing me. He examined it only for a few seconds; he knew right away. I was lucky. It was just a small cocaine packet that someone had discarded into the hot tub. I was relieved that it was just an illicit substance organizer; thank God it was not two-day-old sperm. Gross.
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