Day 45 My Boy Toy
I brought home my boy, Pete. It was actually quite funny all around. We had just come from dinner, but Doug was cooking chicken wings. They started talking, and they both sat down on the couch to eat wings, drink beer, and watch a boxing match.
I couldn’t really call Doug on the non-interference rule, as Pete instigated it. But, after an hour of waiting, I simply said, “If anyone here is interested in fucking me, I’ll be in my room.” I believe I scandalized poor Doug, by the look on his face, and I do regret embarrassing him, but I received a jolly good rogering all the same. In the morning, I awoke to the sound of them laughing and cooking bacon.
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