Page 164 of The Forever Vault

Fuck it!

I flipped him onto his back and there was the full pegasus. It was Luke. I scolded myself for not recognizing his tight ass, but the hair threw me way off, and I was clearly recovering from…whatever we did last night.

I never noticed his hairline was so symmetrical, and though all his black curls were gone, he still looked handsome as fuck. He looks four years younger. I moved to get a closer look and the comforter pulled away, revealing the rest of his body. He appeared to be having a good dream.

His dick was rock hard.

“Luke!”

Well, yelling his name wasn’t doing anything, so I planted my elbows on either side of his waist and took all his length into my mouth.

Damn.

It was a little…ripe, but my saliva soon slicked it enough that I didn’t care.

I guess we had a good time last night.

I kept the suction up as I pulled off his shaft, keeping the head in my mouth, and repeated that motion for a few minutes. He still wasn’t waking up. I slid down too far, hitting the back of my throat, and pulled off to cough. I wasn’t sure how Luke took all of me without gagging. He’d probably say he was better at it, and that would be true.

“Morning, babe. Makes feeling like shit feel a little less shitty.”

“Sorry, did my coughing wake you?”

“That, and what your mouth was doing before you got too greedy.” His expression changed. “Something feels different.”

I watched his hand go to his head.

“What the fuck?!”

Luke launched off the bed and ran to the bathroom. Before I could get to him, I heard, “It’s all gone.”

“So, you don’t remember last night either?” I asked, as he came back into the room, both hands on his head.

“Not at the moment. At least you still have your hair.” He glanced my way. “Although I think you’ve got - I’m guessing - my cum all up in it?”

I went to look in the mirror to see what he meant, and sure enough, I did have some crusty parts that looked rather out of place.

“It must’ve been a good bachelor party if you look like Flock of Seagulls and I look like-”

“A young Jay Hernandez?” I suggested.

“Thanks. I was going to say my scrotum. It’s too short.” Luke ran his hand over his head. “I feel like I remember walking by a barber shop and someone suggested we all get shaves, then Ty said-”

“Let’s be buzz bros!” I finished Luke’s thought.

“Oh, he’s going to fucking die if he buzzed his hair off the day before the wedding.” Luke rushed back to the bed, looking for his phone.

I went to look on my side of the bed. When I picked up what we had tossed off the bed, I found our clothes pile. Luke’s phone was in his jeans pocket. “Here, Luke.”

A few seconds later, Luke said, “He didn’t answer, straight to voicemail.”

“Hang up and try again?”

On the third try, someone answered.

“Finally! Ty! Do you have your hair?”

“What do you mean, do I have my hair? No, you know I got waxed for the wedding.”