Matt and I got really wasted last night. Of course, that's just the build up to when we get home.
We got pills from Audrey, kind of unexpectedly. Oh, you know, she’s always good for a deal out of that small handbag she always carries and that dumb expression she always wears.
She was holding court with her gay goons, in that white chiffon air-head way she has of being in this world.
Rhys was there, looking like the gayest straight boy ever, as only he can. All those muscles and blond hair, and his shirt undone down to where, with his alabaster skin? And the top button of his button up fly undone. It couldn't be, look-at-my-cock any more blatantly, really it couldn't. Talk about gay-baiting. Who is he trying to attract?
In an unfortunate drugged out episode, I once told Rhys that I really wanted to see him cum. He told me I was disgusting and not respecting him, with his tits out and his pubes showing every weekend at a gay bar. Nyr, what did I expect, from the gayest straight boy on the planet.
Matt and I danced like men possessed. The music was good. The pills were surprisingly good. I went up like a rocket and floated around the ceiling for a good few hours, as did Matt smiling and sweating and dancing like a mad man.
We got home late. We fell in the door still with our cloths sticking to our sweaty bodies.
I licked Matt's arse and sucked his fat cock on the couch, as the sun came up. I got kind of single-minded about it. He didn't mind, of course. Lying there like a prince. Ha ha.
I love all his pre-cum, he leaks like a ship going down. Man the lifeboats!
He sat on my face with me pulling his big hard cock like a handle as his balls slapped my chin, until he was so wet and eaten out that he backed all the way down my body and straight onto my hard cock, which he fucked himself on until his beautiful big fat cock sprayed cum all over my chest, as I pumped a huge load up his arse.
Then we collapsed in a sodden, sticky mess on each other on the couch just as the sun started to shine in the lounge room window, pulling one of those cotton blankets over the two of us where we past out for some hours.
Sometime later, after coffee and the amazingly gorgeous warm water of the shower revving us enough to soap each other up and towel each other down before pulling on clean clothes and vibrating in the soft wrap of clean cotton clothes.
Matt headed home this morning, he looked completely fucked. He wanted to get a decent amount of sleep before he has to head to work tomorrow. I tried to talk him into taking a sickie, but you know the get-to-work-on-Monday-morning rule we live by, well Matthew takes it kind of seriously.
I'm buzzing, but fucked, stretching out on the couch thinking I am just going to do nothing today.
You know with that all enveloping, body humming like engine run on after stopping after a big, chemically enhanced night, I only have enough energy to roll a couple of splifs and to pull that cotton blanket back over me as the warmth of the day envelops me, and I think fuck it all, tomorrow will take care of itself, why do I have to concern myself with it today? Why? I ask you? Tomorrow will be here soon enough. And with that thought, I stretched out and luxuriated in the soft comfort of the cocoon I had made for myself in the safety of my lovely couch.
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