Nick Goes Commando
George gave me meth on Saturday.
Nick and I took the week off and had been doing it since Sunday. Nick had the week off to do other things, but he clearly didn’t do any of those things. I managed to get the week off at short notice, ha ha.
We’d been out all night, at 80, and were out of cigarettes for the mull, so Nick set off down the street at 8am. He thought he’d get away with no jocks, denying his Italian heritage in the process.
Nick was wet between the legs, he said he could feel the sweat on his thighs as they slipped together with every step he took.
He could feel the weight of his semi-hard cock in his tracksuit pants. The cock ring was doing its job. He wondered if anyone would notice, as he walked down Johnson Street. A woman in her fifties smiled and winked. She even turned her head as he passed by.
Nick smiled. "I've got a big fucken dick."
"I know," I said. Not that I ever wanted to know that fact, but I did know it.
"She wanted it."
"Not quite the age demographic, now is she?"
"I wanted her to play with it. Is that weird?"
"Nah. Nothing weird about that," I said. “I didn’t know you had mummy issues?”
"I wanted her to be impressed."
"Couldn't you find a guy?" Dear God, that is a recipe for arrest.
"Nah. There was no one else down Lygon Street."
Ah Nick, best mate, show off, not beyond inappropriate sexual behaviour.
“You are not allowed out unsupervised again,” I said. “Next time I’ll go.”
“The fresh air was good, though.”
“Imagine if I had to come and bail you out?”
“Imagine.” The smile on Nick’s face said he thought it would be a trip.”
“It wouldn’t be like all those pornos you spend…”
“You spend…”
“Hours watching.”
“Did I tell you about the copper I spoke to when I went down to report my wallet missing?”
“No.”
“He wanted me…”
“He did not.”
“Did too.”
“Cops aren’t that nice.”
“He was.”
“I’m sure he wasn’t.”
“I have a police rape fantasy.”
“You are kidding yourself,” I say. “It will be a police bash fantasy in the reality.”
“Don’t shit on my dreams.”
“That’s your definition of a dream.”
Nick held my gaze and did a nose twitch. “Oh baby.”
Nick and I took the week off and had been doing it since Sunday. Nick had the week off to do other things, but he clearly didn’t do any of those things. I managed to get the week off at short notice, ha ha.
We’d been out all night, at 80, and were out of cigarettes for the mull, so Nick set off down the street at 8am. He thought he’d get away with no jocks, denying his Italian heritage in the process.
Nick was wet between the legs, he said he could feel the sweat on his thighs as they slipped together with every step he took.
He could feel the weight of his semi-hard cock in his tracksuit pants. The cock ring was doing its job. He wondered if anyone would notice, as he walked down Johnson Street. A woman in her fifties smiled and winked. She even turned her head as he passed by.
Nick smiled. "I've got a big fucken dick."
"I know," I said. Not that I ever wanted to know that fact, but I did know it.
"She wanted it."
"Not quite the age demographic, now is she?"
"I wanted her to play with it. Is that weird?"
"Nah. Nothing weird about that," I said. “I didn’t know you had mummy issues?”
"I wanted her to be impressed."
"Couldn't you find a guy?" Dear God, that is a recipe for arrest.
"Nah. There was no one else down Lygon Street."
Ah Nick, best mate, show off, not beyond inappropriate sexual behaviour.
“You are not allowed out unsupervised again,” I said. “Next time I’ll go.”
“The fresh air was good, though.”
“Imagine if I had to come and bail you out?”
“Imagine.” The smile on Nick’s face said he thought it would be a trip.”
“It wouldn’t be like all those pornos you spend…”
“You spend…”
“Hours watching.”
“Did I tell you about the copper I spoke to when I went down to report my wallet missing?”
“No.”
“He wanted me…”
“He did not.”
“Did too.”
“Cops aren’t that nice.”
“He was.”
“I’m sure he wasn’t.”
“I have a police rape fantasy.”
“You are kidding yourself,” I say. “It will be a police bash fantasy in the reality.”
“Don’t shit on my dreams.”
“That’s your definition of a dream.”
Nick held my gaze and did a nose twitch. “Oh baby.”
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