"Just let me know when you want to watch it and I'll find it for you."
Although I wish it was Ryan in my arms, I enjoyed Justin. Who knows, Poema can see myself with him. I better go though, it was barely light outside, really early in the morning, I shimmied out from under Justin and he just turned over.
I got dressed as quietly as I could and headed for the door. I noticed I had received a text from Ryan. "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Great, he probably thinks I'm dead somewhere. Would I tell him about my sleepover with Justin. Or should I keep it a secret. Something told me I shouldn't lie to Ryan, but something else said, its none eroyic his damn business.
"Headed out?" Justin said in a sleepy voice, rubbing his eyes...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑