Fuck Buddy

I wasn't sure how it would actually be.
So much dirty build up.
All the rubber, vibrating expectation.
The texts and drunken messages,
Telling of perfect cock and perfect fuck.

I was worried by the reality.
Concerned that we would fall into
A giggling fit of awkward.
If you even turned up at all...
Wishing the fantasy was possible.

But you arrived. All balls and nonchalance.
Looking at me the only way a man can.
Hungry eyes and hungry pants.
A kiss says a thousand words,
All of them meaningless.

Shut myself up with a cock
In my mouth, while you
Come on the sofa.
Just like the old days.
Just like we described.

A walk to get booze, a
Chat about your family,
A bottle of alcholic testosterone,
And we go again, straddling you
On the innocent white chair.

Fucking on the floor,
The rug takes the weight of our shame,
Turn over, and my face, messy hair splayed,
My face is buried in the floor,
While you do what I tell you. Come in me.