The young spunk - somthing light hearted!

So many of my blogs for some months now have been rather drab and depressing - well, certainly the stuff of heartbreak and sorrow. So I have decided to try o get back to writing something a bit more funny.....well, I hope you find it as funny as me!
Whilst living with my uncle last year I had the privilege of living also with my 21 year old cousin and is girlfriend - now some people would think this would be a nightmare, the drug smoking mad uncle and the young cousin and his even younger girlfriend, and I have to say that at time it certainly was - and due to my drug smoking and mad uncle, a nightmare does not even come close to describing how bad it was at times, but my cousin and his girlfriend were like a breath of fresh air!
They were young and carefree and had little understanding of how shit life could get at times, so there was no bonding over hard times, it was laughs and fun times, and when their friends came around it was like I was in my early 20's again at times!
I was back from my trip to Europe and once again had been let down by the ex who had promised that we would work things out when I got back - Collingwood had done me a massive favour of drawing the Grand Final when I was almost too jet lagged to enjoy it and were set to relive the whole Grand Final Week with me in town to be a part of it and to get set for the second round - the REAL Grand Final!
We decided to have a BBQ and party at our house, the week was full of preparations an excitement and to add to the festivities was the fact that my cousin is a St Kilda fan and as we were due to play them for the second time in a Grand Final the heat was on - in our house and the rest of Melbourne!
The morning of the Grand Final arrived and there was no doubt I was ready, but I was hungover - I probably should go back to the night before the Grand Final when my darling cousin called me and asked me to come and pick him up - he was drunk and desperate. I had been out myself that evening and was fast asleep in bed, stoned and certainly drunk.
I had been asleep for a while and figured that I was probably ok to drive the back street and went to pick him up. It turns out that he was with a group of mates - they piled into my car, way more than I should have been travelling with and we headed home.
The boys and I arrived and hooked into the curry and the rest of the food and booze I had organised for the next day - it was about 4am so I figured that the game started in a few hours so what was the harm??
Wesatup and watched the sun rise and all the while I was in deep conversation with my cousins "hot mate" who is the lady killer amongst the group and its easy to see why.
He is not overly tall but tall enough, had a body to die for and a face that looks like you could just eat it is so cute. He has recently started modeling and I can certainly see why!
Other than being incredibly good looking and sexy the boy was nice, really nice, and he was smart. We spoke for hours and the conversation never was hard or anything but really interesting - despite being quote drunk!
Just after watching the sun rise we kissed and headed for my room. We had sex like I was a teenager again but with more experience and a better understanding of how to enjoy it!

He was simply and utterly amazing. His blue eyes never stopped looking at me with pure lust and enjoyment and his body was so simply amazing that I never wanted it to end.
I started to reflect back to the ex and sex with him. I found that we had a great sex life and was completely satisfied but there is something about shagging someone who is young enough to be your child that makes it that much more exciting, plus, he didn;t have the energy of someone in his 40's, he was in his 20's, early 20's, although I didn;t know how old, I knew that much at least! And he was bending me in ways that I didn't know were even possible!

After the whole thrilling thing was over he told me her was so nervous and hoped that I had enjoyed it! I told him I had, I had enjoyed it MANY times! And he asked how old I was and I told him and then I asked him how old he was and he told me he was 23 and we laughed so hard that we started kissing and did it all over again. My god I though, there was no doubt, I would be walking funny tomorrow! I had not had sex like this since I was in high school!
The next morning my hip was our, I could barley stand up, my head hurt and all I could think about was the footy and what I could eat - age I thought, that's what has happened to me, because when I was young my hips were not a problem, I could get past the walking funny and the headache and food was never something I needed after a night of booze, a couple of bits of Vegemite toast would have done the trick!
To cut a long story short, the day was brilliant, Collingwood won the Grand Final, I went out for dinner with my Dad - completely drunk and I drank champers and ate food that I could only ever dream of buying o any normal occasion.
Later that evening I went home and crashed into bed. I was woken by the young Brad snuggling in bed with me after coming home fro his own night out with my cousin. After being out and having all the young things throwing themselves at him, he came home and got into bed with me - the old lady with the two crazy dogs - I couldn't quite believe my luck! And for many nights after that he did the same thing.
We hung out, watched movies, cooked food, had dinner and just enjoyed each other. But every time I looked at him I really wondered why he was interested in me - who cares! He was and it was a huge amount of fun!