Home at 5am

We got home from the party at 5am, with a Ker thud. That’s how it feels like when you get home from dancing, everything seems familiar, but you are so jangly the familiar doesn’t look familiar.

“Tea?”

“Oh yes please,” was the unison answer.

We chatted postmortem. Murray and Evan had found some twink to play with in the back room, and from all accounts, put on quite a show.

Jed and Trent walked a lot. They also complained about the heat.

We all had stories about Chris, and at what stage they saw him in what stage he was in.

“Matthew said he had a good time.”

Evan came back with us and played DJ. Murray and Bruno danced continuously.

We sat up and chit chatted until daylight.



Jed and Trent went to bed.



Murray and Bruno went to bed. It didn’t stop Bruno being between the bedroom and the bathroom with his beautiful cock out. Bruno has a great cock, and he likes to show it to people.



Matthew and I went to bed and fucked like dogs.



Matthew and I sat on the veranda in the late afternoon for a while with me rolling joints.

We went swimming in the river, later, on duck. Lovely.



Jed and Trent got up, so did Murray and Bruno. They went to the recoveries. We didn’t. We’d stopped and were relaxing. We all did more e’s.

Matthew and I lushed about telling each other lovely things. He told me it was his birthday.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’ve only just remembered.”

“Well, at least it isn’t a big one?”

“No that’s next year, I just turned 19 now.”

“Nineteen?” What the fuck! When did I meet Matthew.

“I was always legal, don’t worry.”

“What?”

“Seventeen is legal.”

“Jesus,” I said.

We made some food, but didn’t really eat any of it.

We took acid and watched TV, a Modern Family Festival on Foxtel and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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