Aching Head

Matthew and I got really wasted last night. Of course, that's just the build up to when we get home.

We got pills from Yvonne, kind of unexpectedly, so we got 3 each. We took all three. Fuck me, we were high.

Beau was there, looking like the gayest straight boy ever, as only he can, with his silk shirt unbuttoned to his navel, with his tits out on show. I think I might have come onto him just a bit much, I might have squeezed his nipple, which went hard quick. Matthew said afterwards, “He really didn’t seem to mind.”

“That’s what I reckon.”

“He was into it, if anything.”

Matthew and I danced like men possessed.

We got home late. We fell into bed. We kissed in each other’s arms. Matthew is a big, strong lad. 

Pretty soon I had him on his stomach with his jeans around his ankles. I licked his arse and sucked his fat cock for hours, I got kind of single-minded about it. He didn't mind, of course. He just rolled over onto his back and stretched his arms and legs out and just let me, with a happy expression on his handsome face, of course he did.

I love all his pre-cum, he leaks like a ship going down.

I was still buzzing, when he’d passed out. Eventually, I passed out too.