After I got off the phone with Gail, Nils said, “That was your friend who gave you the glasses, right? Was she upset that you didn’t use them?”

“I’m not quite sure,” I said. “Maybe a little. I do feel a teeny bit guilty.”

“Can’t be helped,” Nils said.

“But you know, maybe there is a way we could make use of the glasses,” I said.

“How? The next eclipse isn’t for, what? twenty years?”

“Something like that,” I said. “But the whole idea of the glasses is to protect my eyes, right?”

Nils saw it my way. I aimed him carefully, and sure enough the first shot splatted perfectly. The next one hit my cheek and all the others found the back of my throat. Mmm! I figured that first one would do, and I took off the glasses and set them on the bedside table to let the cum dry. For his part, Nils collapsed back into bed, and I joined him, and we cuddled for a bit and fell asleep.

When I woke up, which might have been less than an hour later, or a couple of days, or years, the room was preternaturally bright. I hope I’ve used preternaturally right. Anyway, it was like the sun was showing who was boss.

“Nils?” I ventured. “Are you awake? Are we alive?”

“Mmm,” Nils went. “Is the eclipse over?”

“I think so,” I said. “We should celebrate.”

Nils raised his eyebrows.

We celebrated in the usual way. Nils was so sweet. His forefinger found a patch of not quite dried cum on my cheek, which I guess lends credence to it having been but an hour or so since we drenched the glasses. Gosh, I’ve always wanted to use the expression ‘lends credence.’ I hope I’ve used it right. Anyway, he dabbed the cum on my lower lip, and I opened my mouth and sucked in his finger, and I sucked his finger while we fucked, gentle at first and then ferocious and then gentle, and we were still fucking when like a good little boy tired out from such a full day, the sun finally went down.