Posted Mon Dec 7, 2015 | 122 Words | Tagged story

He had bought the pair of shorts from eBay thinking nothing of it apart from they looked pretty nice and he could do with them. When he put them on, he felt a rush against his dick, damn he looked pretty good. But that hair? What the fuck was with that?

Swearing? That wasn’t him right? Of course it wasn’t. His name? Johnath..? Ja… He couldn’t place it. Fuck, of course it was Jayson. He felt his mind clearing up, fucking hell he had to sort himself out. Grabbing the shaver he started getting rid of that crap hair. He stared at his reflection happy at the progress.

Jayson was in the house and he was going to fucking sort himself out.