Chad woke to the sound of a lawn mower. He was lying naked on top of his bed. His bedroom was on the ground floor and the window was open, and the clothing he wore yesterday was sitting on the sill. He didn't remember anything after turning blue. Nah, he couldn't have. That string must've been coated with some kind of hallucinogen. He didn't even remember coming home. He wondered. There was something stuck in his teeth, he reached in with his thumb and index finger and extracted red pubic hair. So she was a redhead, and he must've eaten pussy, he thought. Still his body reeked. He smelled different somehow. He shook his head, and pulled on a pair of shorts. He had a headache, and leaned out the window to yell at his neighbor Dirk to wait until later to mow. However, when he leaned his naked torso out, he realized it had to be after 10 in the morning. So instead he waved to Dirk who was only wearing skimpy nylon short, which his sweat had glued to him. The sun glinted of Dirk's pale skin, and made his red hair shine. Chad climbed up on the windowsill and dropped down into the flowerbed below. He often used his bedroom window as a door, but usually he wore shoes. The muddy soil felt good between his toes. It was an unseasonably warm day, and Dirk's whiteness made Chad conscious of the fact that he needed to work on his own tan.
"Hey, Chad!" Dirk called, "Late night?"
"Huh? Why do you ask?" Chad said. He was still a little groggy.
Dirk ambled over toward him, and put a hand on his shoulder. "You look like you're hungover, and just got up."
"I do?" Chad said. His eyes were staring at the red pubes under Dirk's arm. They looked just like the one he pulled out of his mouth earlier. He inhaled the sweat coming off Dirk, and realized he smelled like Dirk. He asked, "What body spray do you use, Dirk?"
"None. I'm au naturale, you like the way I smell?"
"No. I mean, I hadn't noticed before, and I - guess, I am a bit out of it. I think I accidentally got drugged last night. My memory is blank after about 4 pm." He rubbed his head.
Dirk moved closer and gave Chad a hug. The scent radiating from Dirk was intoxicating, and Chad who normally wasn't a crotch watcher couldn't take his eyes off Dirk's bulge. "Aw. Chad, you don't remember anything? Must've been a potent potable."
Chad swallowed. He was nervous. He needed to change the subject. Was Dirk coming on to him?
"Say, Dirk, where's your singlet? I couldn't place it at first, but you always mow the lawn in your wrestling singlet."
"Oh, that. My old one ripped, and I decided to wear the replacement only for practice and matches. The old one I wore 24/7. This year I plan to make it to the nationals. After that, well, I'll probably wear my new singlet 24/7," Dirk said looking at Chad oddly and laughing.