“Hey, old man. Are you going to sleep all day?” Silk’s voice inquired from out in the hallway.

SM glanced at a bedside clock. It was only 9:00 am; not all that late.

“I’m practically up,” SM responded. “Besides, I’m a bit fuzzy from last night.”

SM tried to recall the details of the previous evening. Silk had taken him to a local pub for a few pints. He vaguely recalled meeting some cute girls in their late teens, but the details were not clear in his mind. He sorted through the events and recalled sketchy images of the previous evening, but without much success in piecing it together.

“I wager you haven’t forgotten the blowjob that little honey gave you in the alley behind the pub,” said Silk, with a slight laugh as he stuck his head into SM’s guestroom.

"Uh?" SM mumbled, as he shook his alcohol clouded brain.

“My God, man,” Silk chuckled. “You mean you don’t remember blowing your load on that young girl’s face? What a waste of a perfectly marvellous blowjob!”

SM’s mind began to sort frantically through brain clutter for clearer recall of the previous evening. Finally, images began to filter through his brain fog. A girl......Chelsea.....her name was Chelsea....or Shelly....no, it was Chelsea....he was sure. Cute, shapely, about eighteen. Talking, flirting.....touching....kissing. The pub was crowded...too warm. Outside....cooler......dark in the alley........his hands on her warm, firm tits. More kissing......on her knees.......

“Holy shit!” SM blurted out. “How could I forget that?!” The images and sensations flooded back into his brain. Her mouth had been so warm and wet as she expertly sucked his hard cock with it. He had held her head firmly with his hands as he had pumped his cock between her pouty teen lips. His first load had blasted against the back of her throat, and then he had pulled out of her mouth and splattered her face and naked tits with the rest of his cum.

“No kidding, ‘ol boy,” Silk chuckled. “That little sweetie could probably suck an egg through a garden hose.”

"Owhhh," SM groaned as the pounding in his head increased to a higher level. “I need coffee....BAD”

“No problem,” Silk responded. “...but you have to get out of bed first.”.....(cont)