Teaholic

- What will it be this time, Matt?
- Another red tea, Miss.

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Matt is teaholic again. It is not seen socially as a drug but it can be a hard drug when you do it alone. It has the same effects on you. First you get high, you can conquer the world and then your eyes and your head ache. Both ache. These are the effects you may experience in the fatalic hangover.

So Matt's alone, drinking his third? fourth? hot tea. He has come to his favourite inn to be alone, to breath silence next to the sea. He smells the same sea he had smelt with that girl. Forbidden feelings.

He wants his beard grow and be seen by her as a big-cute boy, however he must wait. Feelings can be tricky, you know. You have your own sweet girl, you leave it. Then, you promise yourself you won't experience love til 'sapos bailen flamenco' but the you meet a girls who stares at you and says 'I won't feel anything, you get it?'. 'The minimum sign and I'll go away'. And then your eyes hurt and agree 'Ok Miss, no feeling allowed here. I'll just write about 'em'.

Teaholic

Matt realises he cannot leave emotions aside. He can leave feelings but not emotions. Emotions make him feel alive. Why does he feel attracted to forbidden feelings? Why always forbidden feelings? Is that something every human experiences? Why other humans can experience things right? They meet, the love, they are faithful, they break, they don't love. Just as simple as that. Matt learnt it at school. Between, why does he always mix that order and do things completely wrong? Maybe that's why he chases some individual who also do things upside down. During his emotional relationships, he has experience guilt more than physical pleasure and he doesn't want to anymore.

He asks to himself why is that hard to just achieve physical pleasure without causing harm on anyone, even on him. When testosterone comes, that won't be that hard.

Finally, he owned balance. He perfectly remembers that word in his brain. She told him three or four times. Now he is a zombie when it comes to feelings. Maybe they are asleep, maybe they are gone. He run away from his home to find peace but peace doesn't bring peace, it brings harm to his beloved. That's why everything sucks and he'd rather be in his car with a bitch, unknown bitch. Schlampe, that sweet german word.

Teaholic.

He orders the fifth dark tea, though he always complains about his big headaches. Teaholic, that's what you are fag Matt! Stop submerging yourself into healthiness or you'll end up as a kroner. Matt loves that foreign word for a cronical drinker. She showed him in the car. He likes her eyes, when they dig into his eyes and they try to tell him something unknown. Do you also get that impression? Do you also think that she wants to share with him something in the international language of sight?

Matt's shy, though you would never guess at first sight when he chats with random drunk people in the pub. That's because he is also drunk and they share cultural things, jokes, puns and beer. That's one of the best things ever, but it gets better if it ends up with unhealthy sex.

The meeting.

Matt met her in his hood after a while they had shared the same bed in a very hot and lonely summer. Summers in his city can desperate him so bad without company. They met again, this time as friends meet in a pub. She encouraged him to get drunk. He obeyed and ordered the second litre of cold beer. Her eyes were shinning, her eyes were fucking shinning again. She was with her boyfriend, damn. However, she stared at him like if she were losing something when he is gone. They chatted a bit while her boyfriend was doing his own things. When they drink together, they remember that night.

Alcoholic.

That hot summer night she invited Matt to her house. They began drinking wine, which is not the usual drink Matt usually orders, but they wanted to share lips in the bottle. One guitar, the warmth of the night, right there in the centre of their city...he didn't want to wake up.

One song could be listened, then another one...a jam session was comming out. Loud. Cries. Wine. Two sweaty bodies fighting for a place in the mattress. Clothes off. Now their bodies, their instruments. Her pussy, his lips. Her hips, his hands. He drove her body into his mouth. Pain. Pleasure.

- Have you ever been ass fucked? - Matt stated.
- Err...mmm...no but I don't think that would be a good idea.

Straightaway, he held her body with his strong hands and brought the situation under control. Matt introduced one finger in her waiting for her reaction...she screamed gentle, sweet. Screams. She liked it. He licked her. He went crazy having that unspoilt part of her, he felt like a fugitive into her curves. That moment could had lasted forever. White skin. Softness. A beautiful creature next to him, breathing sweat, taking care of the summer. Fucking like animals do. Wildness covering their faces facing the morning.

- Will you stay?
- I would, but I can't.



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