An Ordinary Boy
by Hamster
Chapter 9: Confessions
As Mike sipped his coffee he heard quiet footsteps behind him. He turned and feasted his eyes on Matthew who was clad only in his tiny little running shorts. Matthew walked over and kissed Mike on the lips.
"Good morning, Mike! After you left I couldn't sleep any more, it didn't feel right without next to me, so I got up and took a shower."
"And how are you this morning?"
"I've never been happier. Last night was the best night of my life. Life is perfect. Well, almost perfect."
"And what is it that's not perfect?"
"I don't have any coffee! That would make my life perfect!"
"Help yourself. Coffee's in the pot, milk in the fridge, sugar in the cupboard."
Matthew turned round, went into the kitchen, came back a minute later with a big steaming cup of coffee, and sat down next to Mike. For a couple of minutes there was silence as they sipped their coffee, and Matthew turned to Mike.
"Do you have plans for today?"
"Not really. I had hoped to get some work done in the garden, it's a real mess, but otherwise nothing exciting. I need to unwind from the last few days at school, it was quite intense for me."
"I'm happy to help in the garden if you show me what to do." Then he looked at Mike. "It's Friday, so are you planning to go to the pub to meet your friends?"
"Probably, I normally do."
"Can I come with you?"
"Of course. You'll like my friends."
"Thanks! That means we can come back here afterwards, and I can stay with you tonight!"
"Matthew, you can stay as long as you want!"
"Do you mean that, Mike, I mean, really?"
"Yes. I like you and I want you to stay."
Matthew leaned over and kissed Mike. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you!"
"Did you have plans at all, Matthew?"
"No, nothing until Monday. Then I'm going to theatre camp for four weeks. I told you about it yesterday."
"Oh, yes, you did. Where is it?"
"It's in Winbury. It's just a day camp, nine to four, five days a week."
"How are you going to get there?"
"Dad's going to take me and bring me back. The Ford showrooms are in Winbury. So I can spend the weekends with you and maybe see you in the evenings."
Mike was silent for a while. Then his stomach growled. "What about breakfast, Matthew, you must be starving!"
"I already had the best breakfast I've ever had when we were sixtynining!"
"Mmm, yes, that was nice, but you need more than that if you're going to do gardening and stuff.. I don't have much to offer you, I wasn't expecting a houseguest."
"Mike, I hope you don't think of me as a houseguest! How about 'boyfriend'?"
"Sorry, Matthew, my bad, 'boyfriend' sounds perfect."
They sat in silence for a few minutes while they finished their coffee. Then Mike got some cereal out of the cupboard and they sat at the kitchen table to eat that. When he's finished, Matthew looked up at Mike.
"Mike, I need you to take me home."
"WHAT! WHAT'S WRONG? I THOUGHT YOU WERE HAPPY HERE!"
"Hey, relax, Mike, I'm not going anywhere. I just need to get some clothes. I can't do garden work in my school clothes, and I certainly can't do garden work in these shorts, and I absolutely refuse to go to the pub in my school clothes, I want to look nice for your friends, and I need clean underwear as well."
"My friends might like it if you went in your running clothes. They'll lust over you all evening!"
"No way, Jose! I want to go as your boyfriend, not as some slutty tart!"
"OK, OK, let's go and get you some clothes."
Matthew didn't bother to dress as they weren't going anywhere in public. They drove fifteen minutes to Matthew's house. There was nobody there: his father had gone to work, his mother was still in London, and his brother was having a sleepover with friends. Mike watched while Matthew grabbed a large sports back and packed what seemed an enormous amount of clothing into it. He added his toothbrush and razor and shampoo and deodorant and his iPad and some headphones. Then he took off his running shorts and dressed in some pale pink bikini briefs, a pair of rather ratty cargo shorts, and a t-shirt advertising some band Mike had never heard of. Finally he got a pair of old trainers and put them on.
"OK, let's go, I'm done! Garden, here I come!"
Back home, Mike assigned Matthew the task of mowing the lawn. "Sorry, we've only got a push mower, so you'll get plenty of exercise and you'll get hot and sweaty!"
"No problem! It's the same at home."
Mike went and worked in the vegetable patch, stopping from time to time to watch the blond boy pushing the mower. Matthew wasn't really muscular, but he wasn't skinny either. Mike loved watching how the boy's calf and thigh muscles moved as he pushed backwards and forwards along the lawn. Eventually the boy came over to Mike, his hair damp with sweat and plastered to his forehead, his t-shirt pretty much soaked, and a big sweat patch around the waistband of his shorts.
"Do you want me to do the front garden as well?"
"Please! If you're not too hot, that is. You may get a visit from my neighbour, Mrs. Winterbottom, she normally comes out when I'm working in the front. She met Josh when he was here. She thinks his parents are hunting kangaroos in Austria, so be warned!"
Matthew and the mower disappeared around the side of the house, and Mike returned to weeding his vegetables.
It wasn't long before Mrs. Winterbottom appeared, looking over the garden wall. Matthew stopped mowing and walked over to say hello.
"Well, it's nice to see you back here again, young man. Goodness, you've grown since you were here last, you must be a foot taller. And your hair seems lighter, maybe you've bleached it in the sun!"
"Good morning! You must be Mrs. Winterbottom. My name's Matthew. It's nice to meet you!"
"And the same to you. So, how are your parents? Are they still in Austria? I think you said they were hunting kangaroos there! That sounds very exciting!"
"They're still there, I'm afraid. The kangaroos have moved up into the mountains, hiding in caves, so it's hard to find them."
"Oh, what a shame. Anyway, I'm sure your parents will cope! Well, I've got things to do! It's so nice to see you again, Michael!"
"It's Matthew."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll try to remember, Martin."
"OK, nice to meet you! Have a good day!"
When Matthew had finished the front lawn he went to find Mike. "I'm all done! What else can I do?"
"Do you know how to deadhead roses?"
"Um, no, not really. My mother does the flowers in our garden."
Mike gave Matthew a pair of secateurs and some gloves, and showed him how to remove the dead flowers without compromising the new growth and the shoots that were budding. So Matthew went back to the front garden and tidied up all of the rose bushes. When he'd finished he checked his phone and found it was eleven thirty.
"Matthew, I don't have anything for lunch. Do you want to take a shower, and then we can go into town to find something to eat."
"Why don't I look in your garden and see if there's anything ready to eat."
"But I don't know how to cook most of these vegetables. I'll probably just give them to my friends."
"I can cook. Trust me, you've got plenty here we can use."
"Are you sure?"
"Try me! I'll be able to put something together. I'll take a shower, and when lunch is nearly ready I'll call you, and you can shower before we eat."
Matthew got a garden basket and went foraging in Mike's vegetable patch. After he'd picked a selection of things that were ready to eat, he went into the kitchen and inspected the contents of Mike's cupboards. It was clear his grandparents, or more likely his grandmother, knew how to cook as there were quite a lot of supplies.
When everything was almost ready he called Mike, who came in and went to take a shower. When he emerged clean and dressed in a new t-shirt and shorts, Matthew told him to sit down. He presented Mike with a big BLT with fresh lettuce and tomato, a little mustard and mayonnaise he'd found in the fridge. Alongside was a serving of coleslaw with cabbage, grated cabbage and raisins. There was also a ripe pear for dessert.
"Wow, this is fantastic! How did you do this?"
"Mike, it's nothing special!"
"Yes, it is, it's the best lunch I've had for ages! I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you, you can do everything! You're clever, you're funny, you can cook, you work in the garden, you're athletic, you're incredibly sexy! Is there anything you can't do?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out! Now, eat!"
After they'd finished eating, Mike cleared the table and washed the dishes. "So what do you want to do now, Matthew?"
"I want to go to bed with you again!"
"You are one horny boy, aren't you!"
"Are you complaining?"
"No! Let's go!"
But when Mike tried to make love to Matthew, Matthew winced and asked him to stop.
"Ouch, that hurts, Mike, I think I'm too sore from last night."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Matthew, I didn't mean to hurt you!"
"I'm not complaining, it was wonderful. It's just I'm not used to being fucked that much in one day. It'll be OK by this evening!"
"Well, in that case, we'll do something else! Turn over and lie down!"
Matthew did as Mike asked, and soon Mike was straddled over Matthew with his ass right above Matthew's rigid and well lubed cock that was pointing straight at Mike's hole. Very slowly Mike lowered himself down and allowed Matthew to start to penetrate him. He had to stop several times because he wasn't used to being a bottom and it took a while to stretch himself out. But eventually he had all of Matthew inside him, and he could feel Matthew's pubes against his balls. Mike started to slowly move up and down, and Matthew began to match his rhythm by thrusting upwards. Before long they were going at it hammer and tongs and Matthew, who was not used to being inside someone else came pretty quickly, thrusting up as hard as he could and filling up Mike's ass. Mike took hold of his own cock and it didn't take long for him to come, the first spurt hitting Matthew in the face, and the other spurts painting Matthew's chest and stomach. Mike collapsed on top of Matthew so that they ended up covered in Mike's spunk and, when Matthew finally slipped out of Mike, he got covered in his own spunk as it oozed out of Mike's ass.
"I've never done that before, Mike, it was awesome!"
Mike didn't say anything, he just looked at Matthew, leaned in and kissed him, and they dozed off, two happy and satiated lovers.
—oo0oo—
Just after five they started to walk down to the pub. Mike had put on another clean t-shirt but was still wearing his khaki shorts and a pair of trainers. Matthew had completely blown Mike away when he had appeared in a white polo shirt with a rainbow logo on the left hand side and rainbow cuffs on the sleeves, a pair of pale green shorts and matching pale green Crocs. Mike knew that Matthew was going to turn every head in the pub garden when they arrived, and this was what happened. Six of Mike's friends, two women and four men, were sitting at a picnic table. When Mike walked in with Matthew at his side, they stopped talking and all looked at Matthew.
"Hi everyone, hope you're all OK. This is Matthew."
"Hi, I'm Matthew, and I'm Mike's boyfriend!"
There was a stunned silence as six pairs of eyes scrutinised them both. One of the men whispered 'wow', there was a ripple of laughter and a lot of smiles.
"Matthew, why don't you grab a chair and go and sit at that end with Amy and Hannah. What do you want to drink?"
"Um, ginger beer, I guess, seeing I can't have a real beer."
Mike disappeared into the pub, Matthew found a chair, carried it over and sat down at the end of the table.
"Welcome, Matthew, I'm Amy, and this is my partner Hannah."
Matthew looked at the larger older woman who'd spoken, and then at the younger, rather slight figure of Hannah. He nodded at both of them. "Hi. It's nice to meet you."
"Well, you look absolutely fabulous in that outfit, Matthew. It tells me a lot about you. It says 'I'm gay and I'm proud about that, and I'm happy to let everyone know.' But at the same time I think you're one of those people who's going through that really awkward transition from being a boy to being a young man entering the adult world, and you're not quite sure how you fit in."
"Wow, how do you know all that about me?"
"Amy, that's quite enough!" said Hannah. "Matthew, she's cheating. She's a trained counsellor and she deals mostly with teenagers, so she's met lots of people of your age going through the same thing."
"Sorry, Matthew, I guess it's just habit. Let's start over. So how long have you known Mike? We haven't seen you before."
Matthew looked at his watch. "Twenty seven hours. Nearly twenty seven and a half."
Amy burst out laughing. "That's the most precise answer I've ever had to that question! So you've known Mike for just over a day, and you're obviously together. So how did you meet."
"Well yesterday when school broke up Mike took me and a friend of mine to Heathrow. My friend Josh was going to Australia, and on the way home from the airport Mike and I were talking and we got to know each other, and we found we liked each other, and we've sort of been together since then."
"Was that the Josh who came here when he got stranded at half-term?"
"Oh, yes, I forgot you all met him."
"We weren't very impressed by him. He seemed rather dull."
"That's the image he wanted to project. But he's actually pretty smart and full of crazy ideas."
"Are you worried that Mike is a bit older than you?"
"Not really. I'm tired of having rather immature boyfriends who just want to get laid, and don't want to bother with a relationship, all they want is sex. I don't feel Mike's like that, at least that's the way it seems so far. Um, I mean, yes, we've been sleeping together, but we've talked a lot as well, and we're doing things together in his house and garden."
"And how do you think Mike feels about having a younger boyfriend?"
"So far he seems very, very happy. But at some point we're going to have to meet my parents and that's probably going to be a bit difficult for all of us."
"When do you think that's going to happen?"
"Probably Sunday. I'm supposed to be home every Sunday for family dinner, it's sort of obligatory. So I supposed he'll meet them when he takes me home on Sunday afternoon. We haven't talked about it yet."
Hannah interrupted. "Amy, stop interrogating poor Matthew, he's here to have fun, not be psychoanalysed by you! And anyway, we've got to go. We're going to the cinema, Matthew, so don't be offended."
"I'm not. I hope you have a good time. But, Amy, I'd like to talk to you some more before I take Mike to meet my parents. Would you both be free for lunch tomorrow or Sunday?"
"We can't come tomorrow, Hannah has to work. But we could do Sunday. But how can you invite us? Mike can't cook!"
"I can. I'm quite good. He's pretty much conceded the kitchen to me already."
"Wow, you're not just very good looking, you're also talented. Mike must be in heaven."
"Yes, he is!"
"OK, we'll come for lunch, around noon. But Hannah is vegetarian. Is that a problem?"
"No. Vegetarian or vegan?"
"Vegetarian. Dairy and eggs are fine."
"Great! I'm looking forward to it!"
"So are we. Now, Hannah, let's go! Bye everyone, we're off to the cinema, we'll see you all next week!"
Amy turned and gave Matthew a huge hug and a kiss. "You're just perfect for Mike. Look after him, we all love him dearly, and we're all happy he's found someone suitable! Take care!"
After Amy and Hannah left, the six males stayed for quite a while talking idly about all sorts of different topics. Matthew felt quite at ease and joined in everything without feeling awkward. He even managed to snaffle part of Mike's beer when he wasn't watching, and the others all laughed.
Eventually the party broke up, Mike and Matthew decided on Thai for dinner, so they ordered take out, picked it up, went home and ate.
It was still warm after dinner so Mike and Matthew picked up the rest of their beer and went out onto the patio to sit on the swinging bench Mike's grandparents had loved. Matthew snuggled up to Mike and put his head on his shoulder. He hadn't felt so relaxed and comfortable for a long time.
"Happy?"
"I've never been happier, Mike, life is perfect!"
They sat in comfortable silence for a while watching as the sky darkened and the stars started to come out. It was Mike who broke the silence.
"Matthew, somethings been puzzling me today. I hope you don't mind me asking but it's about that trip we made to Heathrow. A couple of things don't make sense to me."
"Like what?"
"Well, you and Josh were friends but you didn't really say much to each other, and it was a pretty cursory hug and kiss you had when he disappeared."
"Maybe we pretty much said everything beforehand."
"Hmm, I suppose so. But Josh had said to me the reason he wanted me to take him to Heathrow was that he wanted to tell me some important things he couldn't tell me in school, but he really didn't say anything that he couldn't have said in school."
"I wouldn't know anything about that."
"Maybe not. But then you said yesterday that in the car Josh told me all about you, you know, that you were legal and you were gay and that I wasn't a teacher at your school, and all that stuff, but you were asleep when he told me that. So how did you know what he said?"
Matthew sat up, half turned to Mike and looked at him. For a while he didn't say anything, and then he took a deep breath, looked down at the ground and started speaking.
"Mike, I'm sorry. I need to tell you something. It's sort of a confession, and I apologise in advance."
"What? Go on, don't be shy, I won't be cross with you. It can't be that bad."
"I hope it doesn't cause us problems, but I think I need to tell you the truth. The trip to Heathrow wasn't about me and Josh. And it wasn't about you and Josh. It was about you and me."
"What? Now I'm totally confused!"
"Mike, it's a long story. Let me get us another beer because I think you're going to need one."
Matthew disappeared into the kitchen leaving a puzzled and somewhat worried Mike on the swing. Matthew didn't need a beer, but he wanted to gather his composure before he told Mike the whole story.
"OK, Mike, here's your beer. So let me tell the story as I learned it. Please don't interrupt, I need to think hard to keep the chronology straight.
"A few weeks ago I'd finished running practice, had taken a shower and changed, and was headed out to the bus stop to catch the last bus home. Halfway down the school driveway a junior boy I'd not seen before ran up to me and said he needed to talk to me. I told him I was in a hurry to catch the bus. He said it was really important, so I kept walking and asked him what it was about, and he said he wanted to tell me about a secret admirer. I told him I didn't need a junior boy as a secret admirer. At that point the bus came into sight. The boy called out and said it wasn't a boy, it was a man and he was a teacher. That caught my attention so I told the boy to meet me tomorrow after classes.
"The next afternoon the boy was waiting for me as I came out of the Senior School. He asked if I had time and I said yes, I could take the late bus again, so because it was a nice afternoon we went and sat under a tree. I asked his name and he said he was Josh and he told me he knew this teacher who he thought fancied me. I asked him who the teacher was, and he said it was Mr. Carpenter in the Junior School. Well, I knew you by sight. A lot of boys liked you because you're young and quite good looking, but I'd never thought of you in any other way than just another teacher.
"I still didn't think the boy was really telling the truth, so I asked him how he knew that you fancied me. So he said he'd become friends with you at half-term when he'd been forced to spend the whole five days with you. I said that couldn't be true, boys weren't allowed to be by themselves in teachers' houses. Well, Josh said that it was true because the Blimp ordered Mike to do it.
"Then Josh said that a couple of weeks after half-term he'd gone to see you in your classroom to apologise for his behaviour at half-term, and to tell you he was going to Australia and would be leaving school. And he said you told him you were leaving as well and going to Shelburne Academy. You know that from your classroom you can see part of the running track, and Josh said that as long as I wasn't in view you listened to Josh, but when I came into view you were focussed on watching me. Josh said at first he thought he was wrong, but the more you and he talked, the more obvious it was. So he said he asked you if you fancied me, and you sort of hummed and haa-ed, but it was clear that you were interested. Josh said eventually you admitted you were attracted to older teens and that if he wasn't a teacher at the school, you'd be the sort of boy you wouldn't mind meeting.
"This seemed to make sense to me, so I asked Josh why he'd come to talk to me. He said he felt really bad about what he'd done at half-term in trying to seduce you and get you to go to bed with him, that he wanted to do something really nice for you to make up for it. So he thought that if I was interested in meeting you, then he and I could see if we could come up with a plan that would get us together. We both agreed that nothing could happen while you were still at the school, so it had to be something after you had left.
"We couldn't come up with anything on the spot. We tried several different ideas, but none of them made any sense and didn't seem to have a chance of working. So we swapped phone numbers and said we'd get together in a week or so to see if we could come up with anything new. And a few days later Josh texted me and said he'd had a brainwave and he thought he had a plan that could work.
"When we got together a day or two later, Josh said he had this idea that he'd try to get you to take him to Heathrow instead of going on the school bus. He thought the Headmaster would allow it because the Headmaster owed them both a huge favour because of something you and him had done over half-term that had really helped the school, but he refused to tell me what it was that you'd done. Josh said that if the Headmaster let you take him to Heathrow, then later on he'd ask you if he could bring a friend to say goodbye to him. Josh said that he'd told you that he and I were boyfriends, but actually that wasn't true, he wasn't my type and he was too young and I didn't particularly like him. But he said that to make it more realistic that I'd want to come along, we better pretend to be boyfriends. And if I came along, then you and I would have two or three hours together in the car, and it was totally up to me to see if I could become friends with you.
"And, as you know, that's exactly what happened. You got permission to take Josh to Heathrow, then I got added to the trip in the guise of being Josh's boyfriend, and then you and I were in the car alone together on the way home, and the rest is history."
There was a very long silence. Matthew was terrified that Mike would be so angry that it would damage or even end their relationship.
Mike finished his beer, and then he burst out laughing. "That's the funniest story I've ever heard. It's incredible. And it's all true, isn't it?" Matthew nodded. "I can't believe that between you and Josh, and mostly Josh by the sound of it, you were not only able to dream up such a complicated and unlikely plan, but also actually make it work so that when you came home with me it seemed completely natural and spontaneous. That's amazing!"
"So you're not mad at me and him?"
"How could I be mad when the two of you did something so clever and so well implemented that ended up with us being boyfriends? No, if Josh were here I'd give him the biggest hug ever and thank him from the bottom of my heart."
And Mike leaned over and he and Mike got entangled in a long and really intense hug and kiss.
"Phew! When I realised you'd smelled a rat I was terrified you'd be mad, but I had to tell you because if we're going to be boyfriends then I don't want any secrets between us."
"That's how I feel as well, Matthew, we two are really on the same page. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go pee."
When Mike left, Matthew checked his watch, did a few mental calculations, got out his phone, and sent off some texts.
When Mike returned he asked Matthew who he was texting.
"I'm just letting Mummy know I'll be staying here until Sunday so she doesn't get worried. I told you she doesn't mind where I am as long as I keep her informed."
"She must trust you a lot."
"Yes, she's very good in that way. She lets Hugo and I have as much freedom as we want, well, up to a certain level anyway. I mean, with Hugo, he's only just fifteen, she wouldn't like him to go stay with a girlfriend, but she doesn't want to be a helicopter mom and watch over us every minute of the day."
"You're very lucky."
"Yes, I am, but I've earned my freedom by trying to be responsible. She'd be really disappointed if I went off and did something really stupid."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Drugs. Too many one-night stands. Sleeping with someone who's been a teacher at my school. That sort of thing."
Mike burst out laughing. "If she didn't like you sleeping with me I think she'd be banging on the door right now!"
"Probably! Oh, here's her reply. She's invited you for tea on Sunday at four o'clock, she really wants to meet you, and find out more about you."
"I'd rather just drop you off at the front gate and not have to face your parents. I'm sort of nervous, they probably see me as a cradle snatcher or something."
"Sorry, Mike, that's not an option."
"Yeah, I know. But I'll be dreading it."
"She'll like you, you don't have to worry. It'll be just fine. And Dad will probably just ignore, he's not a people person. Except he'll probably try to sell you a new car. He does that with everyone. I suppose it's his job, but it's a bit embarrassing sometimes. I'll make a special cake to take and he'll like that. He's easy to please. Mummy will no doubt give you the full Gestapo interrogation, but actually she's pretty harmless. And I'm sure it'll be OK because she's not said anything negative about us being together, and if she wasn't happy, she'd have let us know."
"OK, I'll try to be calm about it."
"Good. Now, Mike, I've given you my confession about how Josh manipulated me and you in order to get us together. Now I'd like a confession from you because something's puzzling me and you owe me an explanation."
"About what, exactly?"
"When we first met when we were going to Heathrow, the Headmaster thanked you and Josh for everything you'd done for the school and he couldn't thank you both enough. Josh told me that the Headmaster owed him big time for something you and he had done for the school. And when I said to Josh that it was very odd that he'd been allowed to stay with you at half-term without a chaperone, he said it wasn't anything he could talk about. And when I asked you both about it in the car, you and Josh just clammed up and wouldn't say anything except to say it was a secret. So, now I'm your boyfriend and you trust me, you have to fess up and tell me what that's all about. You agreed there shouldn't be secrets between us, didn't you?"
Mike sighed and looked Matthew straight in the eyes. "OK, but on one absolutely firm condition."
"What?"
"It really is a secret. Only a few people know about this, and you absolutely can't tell anyone else. I'll be in deep shit if you tell anyone else, including your mother. Actually, especially your mother."
"That sounds very mysterious. Shoot."
So Mike gave a blow by blow account to Matthew about all the events at half-term that had led up to the sacking of Colonel Carruthers, including the role of Josh's parents, and the appointment of Mr. Phillips as Acting Headmaster. By the time he finished, Matthew was laughing.
"You mean Josh and you got rid of the Blimp. Wow, Josh is certainly a great manipulator, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is. He'll go far in whatever career he chooses. I think we're both lucky he's as far away as possible in Melbourne, I hate to think what he'd do next."
"Oh, that's easy. He just wants to find some girl who'll let him fuck her. That's his next objective."
"True. I bet it won't take long, he's pretty persistent and seems to be able to talk everyone into doing what he wants."
"He managed to fuck almost all the boys in his year, and had sights on the boys in the year above him!"
"But he never tried it on with you?"
"No. First, I wouldn't have let him, he's too young and probably not big enough where it matters."
"He's bigger there than you might expect!"
"How do you know that?"
"He wasn't shy about walking around my house naked when he was here, and one time he left the door open when he was having a wank in the hope I'd be watching and want to join in. He was trying very hard to seduce me, but I resisted."
"Was that hard?"
"No. Not at all. He's underage and I was his teacher. That's two taboos right there."
"And if I was lying on your bed having a wank, would you want to join in?"
"Go and try it and see what happens!"
So Matthew did just that and they had another very intense session of making love to each other before they fell asleep.
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