#oh hey...

Ya know how it is, the taste of whiskey and cherries meeting between sets of wet lips. Fumbling hands pulling at leather belts. Soft skin being surrounds by calloused fingers. Drowning in the heat and humidity of an Ohio summer night in the parking lot of the bowling alley. Cumming too soon and burning humiliation of being cooed at, treated like lover despite the setting, and getting hard again all the same when that first finger slips between his perfect peach.