Terry

Terry came over. I haven't seen him since he went travelling, last year. He popped in out of the blue. He's just as gorgeous as ever, those eyes, those beautiful eyes. Olive skin. Black hair. Still no idea sexually, though. I thought he might have learnt something os. New tricks? Live hard, see the world?

Sadly, no. You should have learned by twenty eight, I think. That's when I reckon men are at their peak. But alas. He's pretty to look at naked and he's gorgeous to kiss. Big, soft lips. I'm glad I had dope, I got him stoned and then he went all floppy. And just relaxed. He's nice to hold. He's smart too, just finished uni, the year before last.