We met at the Whaler in Venice.
You caught me at a time of splurging and pondering about my future.
I told you if we were to meet I would pay for drinks…. I’m glad you came through.
We drank at the rooftop and you shared how you just came from hanging out with grandma.
As we conversed, I came to the conclusion of remembering that you were a twink I hooked up with in Santa Barbara.
I brought it up and it was true!
It was a delight to see you again.
I forgot how incredibly cute you are!
You offered to drive me to another pub so I can continue my night and as we walked back to the car we stopped in the alleyway.
I grabbed you and you grabbed me…
we kissed.
HARD.
I hope you know that kiss was deep.
That kiss to you was a, “I hope we see each other again” type of kiss.
Fucking disgusting even for me!
We jacked off together in the car and I almost rode your dick not knowing how drunk I was…nor prepared.
I wish I was a bottom so I could have given you that experience!
Maybe if I got fucked up more I would’ve been a big o’ bottom slut for you.
Let’s meet again and find out sometime.
