Confession to Daniel
I put my feet up on the stool next to Daniel’s feet on the on the back veranda. I put the joint in my mouth and lit it.
“Nice night.”
“Nice night.”
“It’s been nice having you here.”
“So yeah, it’s been a while since we cohabited.”
I handed him the joint.
“Since Sydney, at Mardi Gras.” I thought of lying in bed with him, rubbing my arse against his dick, I don’t know why.
He sucked on the joint. “Not quite cohabiting, though.”
“We slept together.”
“We slept together, yes we did.”
He blew out a cloud of smoke as he handed the joint back to me.
“It’s been good, though?”
“Yeah, sure, of course,” I said. “I never thought it wouldn’t be.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I handed him the joint. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” said Daniel. “Learn, I guess. Get the lesson.” He blew out smoke into the night. He handed me the joint.
I sucked on the joint, my head spun, I got the stoned yawns.
“Give up girls.” Daniel laughed. He looked at me, his eyes were bloodshot.
I handed him the joint.
“I’ve got a confession…” I don’t know why I had the need to confess this?
“What have you got to confess…”
“About the Sunday after Mardi Gras, when you fell asleep cuddling me, I pushed my arse up against your cock when you’d fallen asleep.”
He was as shitfaced stoned as I was. He raised his eyebrows and looked quite surprised. He didn't care, though. I could tell. He smiled too quickly, after the look of surprise.
He handed me the joint. The roach, like good onya.
"Josho, I think in general that is even illegal." He laughed. He was enjoying it, he wasn't cross.
"You think?" I thought he meant because we were brothers.
"Yep, you have to ask first," he said. “Surely,” he slurred.
I laughed, he's so funny. He's cool, my bro. He looked amused by it. I lit the second joint I’d rolled.
"So...would you have?"
"Would I have what?"
"Said yes?"
"Said yes?"
"If I'd asked you?"
"Ha, ha," he said. That's all. Ha, ha. Then he grinned. And I passed him the joint.
I was, naturally, shit-faced stoned also, by that time, so my inhibitions were down.
"Well?" I was feeling that tingle of excitement through my groin. Pretty much, I just wanted him to answer, I didn't want him to do it.
"It's a bit pervy, isn't it?" He laughed again, puffed on the j. "Where not sixteen any more, Josho."
We'd never really talked about that period when we were sixteen and, in fact, this was one of the few times we'd ever bought it up. We jerked off a few times.
"You didn't ask back then."
"You didn't mind."
"No." Was I going to say it, or not? I hesitated. I didn't know. Daniel passed me the joint. Then I just came out with it. "I loved it, actually." I puffed on the joint. Daniel smiled, kind of pleased.
I passed the joint back to him. He puffed hard and then inhaled deeply, then blew the smoke towards the ceiling. "Yeah, I know you did."
"How?"
"You couldn't get enough of it." Daniel rubbed his bulge, you know, kind of absentmindedly. Then he must have realised and he pulled his hand away.
"I liked it, you know, looked forward to it happening again." I was amazed I was telling him this stuff. I never thought I would.
We smoked the joint. We stared out into the yard. The night was still.
“Nice night.”
“Nice night.”
“It’s been nice having you here.”
“So yeah, it’s been a while since we cohabited.”
I handed him the joint.
“Since Sydney, at Mardi Gras.” I thought of lying in bed with him, rubbing my arse against his dick, I don’t know why.
He sucked on the joint. “Not quite cohabiting, though.”
“We slept together.”
“We slept together, yes we did.”
He blew out a cloud of smoke as he handed the joint back to me.
“It’s been good, though?”
“Yeah, sure, of course,” I said. “I never thought it wouldn’t be.”
“That’s good to hear.”
I handed him the joint. “What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know,” said Daniel. “Learn, I guess. Get the lesson.” He blew out smoke into the night. He handed me the joint.
I sucked on the joint, my head spun, I got the stoned yawns.
“Give up girls.” Daniel laughed. He looked at me, his eyes were bloodshot.
I handed him the joint.
“I’ve got a confession…” I don’t know why I had the need to confess this?
“What have you got to confess…”
“About the Sunday after Mardi Gras, when you fell asleep cuddling me, I pushed my arse up against your cock when you’d fallen asleep.”
He was as shitfaced stoned as I was. He raised his eyebrows and looked quite surprised. He didn't care, though. I could tell. He smiled too quickly, after the look of surprise.
He handed me the joint. The roach, like good onya.
"Josho, I think in general that is even illegal." He laughed. He was enjoying it, he wasn't cross.
"You think?" I thought he meant because we were brothers.
"Yep, you have to ask first," he said. “Surely,” he slurred.
I laughed, he's so funny. He's cool, my bro. He looked amused by it. I lit the second joint I’d rolled.
"So...would you have?"
"Would I have what?"
"Said yes?"
"Said yes?"
"If I'd asked you?"
"Ha, ha," he said. That's all. Ha, ha. Then he grinned. And I passed him the joint.
I was, naturally, shit-faced stoned also, by that time, so my inhibitions were down.
"Well?" I was feeling that tingle of excitement through my groin. Pretty much, I just wanted him to answer, I didn't want him to do it.
"It's a bit pervy, isn't it?" He laughed again, puffed on the j. "Where not sixteen any more, Josho."
We'd never really talked about that period when we were sixteen and, in fact, this was one of the few times we'd ever bought it up. We jerked off a few times.
"You didn't ask back then."
"You didn't mind."
"No." Was I going to say it, or not? I hesitated. I didn't know. Daniel passed me the joint. Then I just came out with it. "I loved it, actually." I puffed on the joint. Daniel smiled, kind of pleased.
I passed the joint back to him. He puffed hard and then inhaled deeply, then blew the smoke towards the ceiling. "Yeah, I know you did."
"How?"
"You couldn't get enough of it." Daniel rubbed his bulge, you know, kind of absentmindedly. Then he must have realised and he pulled his hand away.
"I liked it, you know, looked forward to it happening again." I was amazed I was telling him this stuff. I never thought I would.
We smoked the joint. We stared out into the yard. The night was still.
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