salamander flux

he who was wearing the two lobsters was a drunk sexy big-dicked young man, and except for the two lobsters and the string that connected them, he was totally naked. this was supposed to have a been a lobster dinner for two. at his place. just him and his new boyfriend. but, his boyfriend had cancelled on him, with only mysterious reasons for the cancellation. vague and mysterious reasons. so, now, the drunk sexy big-dicked young man was wearing two lobsters and the strings that held them in place, and nothing else. after he'd got the news of the cancellation, he'd thought it would be fun to tie the two lobsters around his waist. hang one in front of his genitals, and hang the other down the crack of his butt. so he got some string, and, tying it to the claws, he hung one lobster down across his genitals, and the other lobster down across his buttcrack. the heads of the lobsters were pointing up. their tails were pointing down. these lobsters had been cooked. these lobsters were bright red. these lobsters had cooled down enough not to burn him, but they were still a bit warm. so now he walked around in his apartment, all alone. it was such a pretty evening, the stars so bright, the moon so splendid, the feel of lobster shell against his own sweaty manflesh so well, goddamn awful, in the sexy way that sex can be wonderfully awful, like love, and hunger, and comfort, all the things that he wanted, but here he was, alone, with just these two lobsters, and a bit of string, and the goofy look on his face was almost terror.