We sit in a cloud of smoke and my xxx life pours out of suitcases onto the floor around us. He looks directly into my eyes and speaks slowly "I enjoyed our time together all those years ago and I was an asshole and always have felt I owed you an apology" I look away, I'm uncomfortable with his honesty and intensity. I had never felt I was owed an apology, but he loves to polish his armour and jump on his white horse. Most men like to fancy themselves different from the rest. For a long time it has been the dead body in the room that neither of us thought to address. I enjoy him, and I'm glad we spent a few weeks fucking like animals all those years ago. He tells me that our time was a pivotal point in his sexual awakening and that makes me proud. We laugh about that first night, abandoned houses, shitty red wine and anal sex. It is the fantastic moment where all the sweat and cum we shared no longer ostracizes us. It is just another one of those things. We are all animals anyway..