“Where am I?” he asked, as he emerged from the remains of the duvet and sat up. I leaned over and put my nose between his lovely ass-cheeks and inhaled the musky sweatiness of a young man. XXX I sat there for minutes, just drinking-in his beautiful, innocent form and what had just happened. Rather smart, I thought. They’re in the bathroom.”
As I sat next to him, the mixture of aromas that arose from beneath the duvet, reminded me of alcohol, stale vomit and slightly damp cum. His nipples were soft and delicate and there was a little “treasure-trail” of wispy, blond hairs leading down from his belly-button to the waist of his trousers. “Give me some help here,” I chastised him, “I need to get these trousers in the
