Hot Matthew

Matthew and I had hours of mindless sex. He is the energiser bunny when he has a cock up his arse, talk about power bottom.

He’s learnt to talk dirty now. I can’t have silent sex and he was pretty silent in the beginning, but I have taught him well, and now he has a dirty little mouth on him.

Matthew wants to be double fucked, we watched some porn where some guy was copping it big time from two guys and Matthew slurred at me, “I want to feel that.”

That’s my boy.

Matt looked hot in his laplap, his thick thighs seemed to burst out from underneath it, and his flat washboard stomach seemed to embrace the waistband.

I tied him to the cross and teased him with saying I’d suck his cock and lick his arse, without actually doing it for the longest time, until he was rattling the leather straps wrapped around the cross in frustration.

We were just filth for three days.

Saturday disappeared as if it never happened. Actually, I love that, ‘the other’ time dimension into which you enter via the glass pipe.

Night, day, morning, evening, it all mergers into one as we lose sight of reality.