Arse Licking 3!

The following week while my girlfriend is out on a line-dancing evening I invite Steve around to watch Match of the Day.

He has the idea of removing the detachable arms of the sofa to act as a kind of support. He gets me to lie on the floor and then puts one on either side of my head.

“Perfect. And I brought this.”

He reaches into a pocket and takes out a straw.

“What’s that for?”

“Hang on.” Steve goes into the kitchen and comes back with a bottle of beer. He puts the straw in the top and puts the bottle next to my head.

“So you can drink too,” he says.

“Thanks.”

“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t shower. That seems a bit too gay.”

Steve undoes his buckle, takes down his trousers and pants and takes a seat.

“You’re right about these arms,” I say. “Perfect.”

“If you don’t mind. It’s about to start. Do you think you could do it in time to the music? Right around the hole is nice.”

After the highlights of the first two games Steve gets up.

“Back in a sec mate. I think I need to fart.”