#so i chose roderick for milo

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💤 Z » Milo

Milo slowly came awake, blinking from a dream where he'd been slipping into a pool of warm, inviting liquid. It had been almost a feeling of being hugged, not by water, but something thick, substantial.

As he became more aware, he realized there was still that feeling... between his legs. He started, sitting up immediately, finding himself naked on a couch, with a man's head at his crotch. Milo's uncut cock stood at its full ten inches, throbbing with appreciation of the man's attentions.

"...Roderick?" he asked, recognizing the face. Then a headache suddenly swelled, and released a string of drunken memories involving the man's muscular body, and he smiled, a pained look in his eyes. "Oh dude... That is a helluva way to wake up. If I wasn't so hung over, I'd let you keep going," he added with a grimace.

"You got any coffee? Or another shot of Tequila, maybe?"