I smiled and said, “Oh yes, please,” not being able to control my excitement and not wanting to. As we walked outside and along the road, the silence between us seemed to last for ages, but also seemed natural as though we both knew what was going through our minds and were happy to let each other enjoy those naughty thoughts. You grabbed my hand and eagerly told me we had arrived, as you pulled me toward you and to the front of your house. I stood behind you as you pulled out your keys and opened the door, content in knowing how much fun our encounter was going to be. Once inside you took off your long black coat, as you turned towards me revealing what had been hidden away for the last hour, due to the cold of the outside world. And my face gave away how pleased I was with the sight of you standing in front of me. As your long coat lifted and dropped off your shoulders, your long slender figure came into view, wearing a figure hugging thigh length grey floral dress, your nipples. He didn't even realise. His headwent back to his hands. His eyes closed again. Little snippets from thenight before danced in his brain. The sound of the hustle and bustle inthe bar. The smell of the toilets as Doyle had held him. The taste of hiscum. Art shook his head a little. What had he done? How had he let it getto that point? Questions raced through his brain, as fast as the hangoverwould let them. He could have stopped it, couldn't he? Why hadn't hestopped it? Had he wanted to stop it? Could he stop it now?The deep, hum of a phone text alert sounded from behind him, running histrain of thought off the tracks. The screen lit up, turned towards theceiling. Art didn't open his eyes, instead choosing to fumble blindlybehind him with his outstretched arm. When he finally found it he liftedit close to his face, squinting though the haze of black eyelashes toread the text. He didn't recognise the number."Hey babe. It's Doyle from last night. The guys who's dick you had inyour mouth.
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