Xmas Is Nearly Here
Was I okay? Rattled, raggy, exhausted. All at the same time, floaty, luscious and feeling sexy.
I never know how I am going to come out of drug play, but this morning seemed like normal.
I could have sat and gazed out the window and been quite happy.
Everything feels like an experience.
I looked back at the bed.
Matthew’s tight, muscular back was out from under the doona, his muscular arms crossed under his face. I gazed at the muscles in his shoulders for quite some time. The bedding just pulled up on his narrow waist, just above the crack in his arse.
So, what do I do with him, was my first thought?
I gazed back at him. Don’t move him from that position, was my second thought. Matthew was quite lucky in the physical gifts the universe had bestowed upon him.
“Hi, good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Matthew sat up, his big sausage of a cock flopping down between his legs. Thicks, hairy legs, a morning glory, flat stomach with a hair trail moving up from his pubes, to his belly button. Great developed chest. Big smile, floppy dark hair, not a blemish on him.
I just had to pull him off again. I reached for his cock.
“Hey.”
His cock was soon standing up to attention.
“I’ve only just woken up.”
“I spat in my hand and rubbed his big, fat cock rhythmically.
“Oh, Jesus,” said Matthew.
I pulled his hard, shiny cock. He pulled my hard cock. We sat cross legged facing each other, pulling each other off until we were producing an eruption of white, gooey fluid rising up and shooting out the ends of both our dicks.
“That was great,” said Matthew.
“Come on, let’s have a shower.”
Matthew got up in front of me, and I slapped his bare arse with my cum soaked hand.
Matt and I ate dinner around the corner at my local kitchen, the place I eat when I have no other plans. It was the first time I had taken Matthew.
“What would you have been doing if I wasn’t around,” asked Matthew.
“I dunno,” I said. “I didn’t have any plans, not really.
“What are you doing for new year?”
“I’m heading up to Tropical Fruits with some friends.”
“Really,” Matthew’s face lit up. “I have always wanted to go.”
“Come with me.” It is always nice to have someone to play with, at these things.
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have a ticket.”
I picked up my phone and dialled. “Hey Jed, it’s Josh… yeah good, and you?... good to hear… yes, I will see you tomorrow… yes, I am looking forward to it… hey, you don’t have a spare ticket, do you?... you do?... oh, Troy can’t make it… yes, I will take it… great… see you tomorrow.
Matthew was beaming at me. “How am I going to get there, walk?”
I dialled my phone again, and as luck would have it, there were, actually, seats left on the plane I was catching.
I never know how I am going to come out of drug play, but this morning seemed like normal.
I could have sat and gazed out the window and been quite happy.
Everything feels like an experience.
I looked back at the bed.
Matthew’s tight, muscular back was out from under the doona, his muscular arms crossed under his face. I gazed at the muscles in his shoulders for quite some time. The bedding just pulled up on his narrow waist, just above the crack in his arse.
So, what do I do with him, was my first thought?
I gazed back at him. Don’t move him from that position, was my second thought. Matthew was quite lucky in the physical gifts the universe had bestowed upon him.
“Hi, good morning.”
“Good morning.”
Matthew sat up, his big sausage of a cock flopping down between his legs. Thicks, hairy legs, a morning glory, flat stomach with a hair trail moving up from his pubes, to his belly button. Great developed chest. Big smile, floppy dark hair, not a blemish on him.
I just had to pull him off again. I reached for his cock.
“Hey.”
His cock was soon standing up to attention.
“I’ve only just woken up.”
“I spat in my hand and rubbed his big, fat cock rhythmically.
“Oh, Jesus,” said Matthew.
I pulled his hard, shiny cock. He pulled my hard cock. We sat cross legged facing each other, pulling each other off until we were producing an eruption of white, gooey fluid rising up and shooting out the ends of both our dicks.
“That was great,” said Matthew.
“Come on, let’s have a shower.”
Matthew got up in front of me, and I slapped his bare arse with my cum soaked hand.
Matt and I ate dinner around the corner at my local kitchen, the place I eat when I have no other plans. It was the first time I had taken Matthew.
“What would you have been doing if I wasn’t around,” asked Matthew.
“I dunno,” I said. “I didn’t have any plans, not really.
“What are you doing for new year?”
“I’m heading up to Tropical Fruits with some friends.”
“Really,” Matthew’s face lit up. “I have always wanted to go.”
“Come with me.” It is always nice to have someone to play with, at these things.
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t have a ticket.”
I picked up my phone and dialled. “Hey Jed, it’s Josh… yeah good, and you?... good to hear… yes, I will see you tomorrow… yes, I am looking forward to it… hey, you don’t have a spare ticket, do you?... you do?... oh, Troy can’t make it… yes, I will take it… great… see you tomorrow.
Matthew was beaming at me. “How am I going to get there, walk?”
I dialled my phone again, and as luck would have it, there were, actually, seats left on the plane I was catching.
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