" No need. I was being a dick." That's for sure, asshole."Matt grinned back at Pierre. Luckily, they'd wasted enough time for the bus to pull up, read...y to whisk them away to hell.Pierre moved all the way to the back of the bus to the one-seater, so that he could sit by himself and do what he normally did on his phone—search for grown gay men to fuck him, that is. He sat quietly with a neutral face as he scrolled through various different hookup websites. Maybe one day he would build the courage. When they pulled into the bay and up to a man-made harbour they created quite a stir, the locals no doubt thinking they were about to be attacked. When it became clear that no attack was going to be forthcoming, people began to approach their ships at the dockside.Scott was surprised to see that most of the locals were actually black in colour, not at all like the Spaniards he had known. It hit him then that Spain's history had been just as violent as that of Scotland, this far back in time. I raised up a little so he would not suffocate. And before I knew it I heard snoring. Bill fell asleep under me. I got off of him, and gently covered him up as I went out to the kitchen naked. I felt my wonderful afterglow as I walked. I almost could not believe it, Bill had not noticed anything different about me. I figured it was because he was so turned on. (You know how men are, they start thinking with their little head and all the blood just leaves the big head leaving very little blood. I was just going to be a hell of a lot smarter about it, starting with partying. It was one thing to party on weekends, but there was no excuse for me to get stupid drunk and stoned in the middle of the week. I really blew Buddy’s mind in that regard. I never said anything to him about his smoking dope, but I didn’t join in. Then, the Friday night of Labor Day weekend, he gave me his perfunctory “Want a toke?” question and I said yes. He watched in utter amazement as I expertly rolled a fat.