end of the long weekend

He smells of cum, sweat, and lube. When I walk in he's pulling his underwear on. He moves slowly. He looks tired. The fabric in the back is immediately soaked. He smiles weakly at me.

"Your boy was a hit, X. Everyone loved him."

"How many loads did he get?"

K chuckles and shakes his head. "Shit man I lost count after 20. It's all on the disk. I send it to you." He walks over to the desk and pushes a few buttons on the keyboard. "J and F want to know if you'd bring him by next weekend. They want him to themselves."

"I'll see. Not sure of our schedule." To be honest I don't like J and F. They fuck well but they're losers. I don't want A alone with them. I'll make up an excuse to back out. A finishes dressing and walks over to me. He hugs. I love you, he whispers in my ear. He needs a long hot shower and a day of rest. I grab him by the hand and we walk out. He walks slowly. When we get to the car he sits back and closes his eyes. He is asleep before I start the car. I drive silently back to his place. When we arrive I shake him awake. He is completely disoriented. There are no cars in the driveway.

"Hey your home," I say quietly.

"Ok." He grabs his backpack and stumbles out the car. He gets to the front porch and just sits down. I know he's not going to make it inside. I park the car and hurry up to him. I open his backpack and find his keys. I open the door, careful to listen for any noises. I pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. The house is hot. I undress him and push him on to the bed. He's on his own now. He'll have to explain why he smells like sex without me. As I walk down the hallway I see the pictures on the wall. Those of A and his b/f in various locales, backgrounds, etc. They sometimes smile but often times not. Just caught in an instantenous pose. His b/f looks older. Bigger than A, like me. Total pelon. I smile at the thought of A waking up and having to explain to his boyfriend where he's been and why he smells like cum.