SONE-301 ―The ice cream tasted like an old man's saliva― Memories of a middle-aged man's spit covering me, entangled with mucus, licking each other's sweaty bodies in uniforms. Kawagoe ni ko

That summer, I was swallowed whole, both mind and body, by the old men. The old man's saliva was incredibly thick, his nipples smelled foul, but there was something endearing about how desperately he sought me out. To match the old man's intensity and the summer heat, I licked and thrust my hips, soaked and feeling it all. Unforgettable, the taste of the old man's saliva. Homework forgotten, that bitter summer spent licking each other with the old men. Every time the hot season comes around, I remember that scene...