When the alarm went off on Monday morning, I was still grumpy, but only because of the hour. I was quite content, actually.
I’d spent most of the weekend at Grant’s place, including a marathon f*****g session on Sunday in between Bonanza and Beverly Hillbillies reruns. That Jethro was a hottie. I thought I could definitely get used to getting it regular from the same guy, especially one as creative in bed as Grant was. Though, the fact that he was a friend, first and foremost, saw my imperfections and still kept me around were a big help, too.
Mind you, I damn near came when I watched him perform autofellatio. I mean, I knew he was flexible, but goddamn.
I left Grant’s apartment at ten o’clock last night. Actually, he threw me out, saying he needed to get his beauty sleep for work the n
