Summary: It could be worse.
Notes: For Sheldrake, for the First Lines Challenge.
It was hardly a come-on, after all. I mean, 'fancy a fag' is a legitimate question. How's I supposed to know that bloody Americans don't know what that is? I mean, all's I want is a ciggy and next thing I know I've got a tongue down my throat -- a male tongue -- and a thigh wedged between mine and this bloke's woody pressing against my hip in a rather insistent fashion.
Least the kiss is alright -- good, lots of tongue-stroking. And the hand on my cock's good, solid, firm. Still don't have a ciggy, but, y'know, it could be worse.
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