Just Sex Mates (boyxboy)

Chapter 23: Discombobulation.

Author's Note ✍🏽
Clement Clarke Moore (1779 - 1863) wrote the poem called "A Visit from St. Nicholas" in 1822. It is now the tradition in many American families to read the poem every Christmas Eve. We know it today by a different name.

Inspired by my twin's love of poetry, I have cheekily added a few, very much adapted lines, from this poem within this chapter, just for a bit of fun. I wonder how many of you will spot them and know which poem they are from.

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M ❤️

I couldn't have been in my room for much more than five minutes, ten minutes tops, when there was a knock on the door. I had only just managed to send a quick message to Jenna just saying I hoped she was doing okay and was about to jump into the shower. I was going to do my best to refuse any overtures from Saxon but if he wasn't going to take no for an answer, and we did actually fuck, then I needed to douche in preparation. I hated mess and spontaneous anal sex could be very messy.

I quickly put my CK's back on, and the hotel's complimentary dressing gown, before opening the door. I was expecting to see Saxon but was shocked to see Tudor.

He was quicker than a Jehovah's Witness and had his foot in the gap between the door and the frame, preventing me from slamming the door in his face.

"Fuck off Tudor." I cursed, as I vainly tried to close the door, pushing with as much of my not so heavy weight as I could. "I've got nothing to say to you."

"Why make things difficult for yourself Freddie, my boy?" He suddenly barged sharply against the door with his shoulder, easily knocking me off balance. As I staggered backwards he swiftly entered the room, kicking the door closed behind him.

"I saw the way you looked at me earlier.... Have a little drink with me.....?" He pulled two beer bottles out of each of his jacket side pockets, offering me one. "I know you've still got the hots for me. You always did and always will."

I backed away making sure that the bed was between us. "Oh! You're not still going on about when I was at school and didn't know what a good fuck was, are you?" I testily replied. "You're so delusional still."

I was going to give him a nasty look but he already had one, so I threw him my best don't mess with me type of look, hoping that it would register with him how much I didn't want him here in my room. Either that or at least to make him stop and think that coming to my room was a bad idea.

"Come off it Freddie. You enjoyed it...., you even told me you loved me..., said I was beautiful," he bandied back with a smug look on his face.

"Oh..... yes....! You were beautiful..... in my dreams... but in reality you were a fucking nightmare. Don't worry though, Tudor, I'll never forget you fucking me, but I'll keep on trying to."

He didn't seem put off at all. "From what I've heard you still love taking cock. Turns out you're quite the nymphomaniac."

"Don't you mean satyromaniac?" I corrected, with more than a hint of sarcasm, hoping that I had remembered correctly the name Jenna had used. "Nymphomaniac is for females."

"Satyromaniac? Nymphomaniac? Who cares? Whatever!" He answered dismissively. "Still doesn't change anything. You're a whore, a male whore. Always was..., and always will be... A leopard doesn't change its spots, Freddie," he scoffed. He then took a good swig of beer.

"I've got news for you...., you test tube reject. I'm no leopard and I'm no longer the pathetic wimp that let you let others abuse me. If you so much as lay a finger on me... I'll... I'll... My boyfriend will have you arrested for assault. He's a policeman, you know."