I slept soundly that night for the first time in ages, held in the arms of my lover.
Lover, huh? The word still needed some getting used to. My first serious relationship without any ulterior motives whatsoever.
And it was with a guy no less.
Wait a second, didn't that mean I was gay? Or at the very least bisexual? I don't think fucking Ferrari made the next woman any less attractive, but did that mean I'd bat an eye around men?
But how exactly could I be sure of that?
The thought penetrated my mind as soon as I woke up the next morning. I would've focused on that thought, but I soon realized upon waking up that I had bigger problems to worry about.
"W-What are you...ngh!" I flung my head back, when Ferrari's tongue circled around my dick.
What sort of maniac thinks of sex first thing in the morning.
He took his mouth off my shaft, and passed me a half smile, "Good, you're finally awake."
