He invited me over for the evening. He said he needed a friend, but we both knew he was looking for more than just a friend. Perhaps I was, too.
I was wildly curious about being alone with a young man, a young man who seemed to be much like myself. Reserved, shy and repressed. Perhaps somewhat depressed, too...
He offered me orange cream champagne in a Coke glass. I was parched and anxious, so I quickly swallowed it down. I slowly melted into the sofa as he casually chatted with me.
I then slipped into a hazy, lazy horny champagne cream dream.
When I awoke I found myself in the nude with fresh semen on my abdomen. And he was nowhere to be found...
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