Kevin

Kevin picks me up on gaydar and I head over to his place in Collingwood. He’s cute, kind of preppy, clueless.

He's cheating on his boyfriend, a country boy who went home for new year. Yeah, nice, I think. The boyfriend’s family don’t know he’s gay.

He’s cute, passionate and enthusiastic and a great kisser and he loves to get fucked. A handsome, hot bottom boy, just how I like them.

He put his ankles behind his head, which really made him open up.

I’m still a bit out of it, as at one point, when I am on top of him looking down, for a millisecond, I look down at him and it is as if I am looking at him for the first time. I am hard up his arse, and he is pushing up onto my cock, and it is as if I am looking at him for the very first time ever. It’s the meth, it plays with your brain, which, let’s face it, is the reason we all like it.

Ah, the holidays, you have got to luv ‘em.

He sits on my cock after I’d taken the condom off, which freaks me out just a bit. It freaks me out even more, later, when I notice I have an abrasion, on the side of my cock.

I wonder how safe Kevin's boyfriend thinks he is?

I toddle back from Collingwood to Carlton at 40 kph, you’ve got to luv 40 kph speed limits when you are at the wrong end of a three day session. Ha, ha. Now, before you get all bent out of shape, I’m riding my bike… and while I know I could still lose my license out of it on my bike, it somehow just doesn’t seem as bad.

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