That's a lot to process

The sun had been up for a few hours by the time an exhausted Oliver dropped face first onto his bed. Still wearing last night’s clothes, his body aching not only from sleeping on the hard basement floor, but his ass ached after drunkenly taking Simon’s cock.

I flirted with the cute girl last night and instead of taking her home, I got trapped in a basement and begged Simon to cum in my ass.

Oliver was thankful that he had the night off. He wasn’t sure what the new dynamic at the Madhouse was going to be like from now on. Is Simon going to tell everyone? Is he going to want more? Oliver chewed on the latter thought for a long moment. Would it be so bad? Sure, he’d been drinking when it happened, but Oliver had initiated everything. Simon had never gone past the standard flirting and teasing, the only one who’d acted unexpectedly was Oliver.

He needed to talk about this with someone, but his leaden body insisted on at least a few hours rest in an actual bed. Oliver drifted to sleep, playing out the details of his tryst with Simon over and over again.