Gavin came over this afternoon and we kvetched over how we could both care less about the Superbowl. Then he invited me to a Superbowl party. I declined, but ended up being coerced into going. Chloe went to a friend's house and they went out shopping, so I ended up drinking a few mid afternoon beers and heading out with him. No sooner had I stepped out of his truck at this party than some chick offered me a joint. I laughed and declined, but hung with him drinking with some locals. Hawaii entertains me. Where else are people this open with their drug use, really? It was rainy and we were both dirty and not overly prepared to be out.
We decided to head home and he went home to check on his son, who did not want to go to the aforementioned party. We showered at our respective houses and then he came back over. Earlier when he'd stopped by, I'd blown him and I kind of thought that was the day. We talked pretty openly about my extra activities today and I think it got him hot and inspired some sense of competition within him.
He asked if I was cool just watching the rest of the game at my house and I agreed. It was the end of the 4th quarter and we couldn't take it anymore. I'd gotten him hard again and then I demanded to be bent over my couch. As the game was ending, we were fucking hard core doggy style. I came all over him and I let him cum in me today. I think I needed some good, mutually agreed upon, sensual sex and I got it. The universe is right again and this was by far my favorite Superbowl ever.