We Were Just Two Lads Being Mates, Living Our Lives

I used to go watch Jason play footy for Glenroy, Saturday morning.

He looked hot in his shorts, nice bum, hairy legs, big bulge, muscular arms

He was just one of the lads as he hung with his mates

We all drank beer after the game in the rooms, excited

The rest of them talked about the game, cars and girls

I'd catch Jason's eye and he'd smile, momentarily

before he'd join in talking hetro sex shit with the others,

all slapping each other’s arses as they showered, as mates do.

He’d be all hey-ho macho and one of the boys,

I used to love it, a tough northern kid.

Then he’d say quietly, Do you want to suck my cock?

Then he’d blush. Straight boys (straightish) are hot when they blush.

Then I'd be sucking his big fat cock back in his room

before his parents got home from where ever they were,

most likely Jason's sisters place, or the market,

with their shopping bags in the boot of the car.

I wondered what his mates would have thought

if they could have seen him spread legged.

The tough footy boy, champion ruck rover

his shorts and his jocks around his ankles, bent over

He'd wipe his spoof off the lino on his bedroom floor

with his jocks when we were done and say,

"Come on, let's shower before the olds get back."

We'd throw the dirty clothes in the hamper and wash off the jack.

A couple of times his parents were home

before we'd finished snogging in the shower.

They never thought anything of it, it never crossed their minds.

We were just two lads being mates, living our lives.