Chapter 575 The Neighbour's Son:(Mature/Taboo Fuck):>Ep15

• Right. So. The Cambridge Shakespeare Festival. Not exactly where I thought I'd be letting a fresh-faced Trinity College hopeful finger me during Act Three of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' at St John's College on a balmy July evening. But after our encounters on the train, that grope-fest at the pub where I'd wanked him off under the table while he tried not to spill his lemonade, and the quick fuck behind the cricket pavilion on Parker's Piece where he'd gone down on me with surprising skill for someone his age, it seemed like the logical next step. Proper academic progression. From public transport to public house to public theatre. The Bard would approve, the dirty old sod.
• *"Lord, what fools these mortals be!"* Indeed, Puck. Indeed.
• Christ, listen to me trying to justify it. As if Shakespeare gives a toss who I shag or where I do it. Though I reckon he'd laugh his arse off seeing how many academics make careers out of his dick jokes.