Went Out Drinking In Carlton

I’m meeting up with Luke, my somewhat of an ex. Adorable little brother type. We had a thing a long time back. I could hold him in my arms, both of us lying naked on my bed, and he could blow all over me just from kissing. It was a talent.

Now we are mates. We go out drinking from time to time, when his boyfriend Scott is otherwise busy. Scott and I get on fine, but Luke has a habit of calling Scott Josh whenever I am around, which does me no favours.

Otherwise, Luke is cool. He is smart and sweet. He uses me as a bit of a confessional. Maybe a sounding board. He says he thinks of me as his big brother.


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