LITTLE D AND FLAPPY DEW
Derek, while working a cleaning job, would always made cute references when drunk to his “secret helper” or “lovely assistant” on the job, but would never explain what he meant by this. That is, until a certain Christmas in the old Fairlight Hotel, when I was with him celebrating Christmas Eve on the clock with a Fifth of Old Crow.
The “lovely assistant” was Flappy Dew, the industrial solvent air freshener cake that was the shape and feel of a jelly mold used by the hotel when cleaning large conference rooms or bathroom jobs. It came in an air-tight box, which appeared very much like a janitor mop bucket. When removed from the bottom of the box, by which it was adhered using a small rod, the pink jello-like mold smelled very strong - the flowery Lysol fumes becoming overpowering almost immediately.
When working alone at night, Derek would pull back the wall curtain of the darkened conference room, behind which there was a mirrored door. The door led to a smaller room, which held extra chairs, old Holiday ornaments, and food trays for storage. There, Derek would fuck the Flappy Dew, inserting his throbbing erection into the small-rod insertion hole at the flat base of the soft pink mound.The large air freshener molded firmly around his cock. While soft and dry on the surface, the inside of the Flappy Dew was moist and warm with industrial chemicals, causing Derek's member to tingle deep in a way that was, at first, cool and refreshing...followed by hot burning.
The potent fumes from the cleaning solvents would make Derek light-headed and high. Stumbling out after ejaculating inside of the gelatinous pink air freshener, he would stumble out of the mirrored door, the red curtains of the conference room smearing sideways as he struggled smiling through the unique mix of sexual afterglow and chemical inebriation. Finally, a sexual partner you can huff!
