"Excuse me for breathing; I am only saying what I think. Let me buy you pair for your birthday - with a matching polo shirt."
"If you must."
But I knew he would no matter how much I grumbled and moaned. He'd made his mind up. He was always a little possessive in many ways, especially when we were making hay. But then I guess I wanted him that way. I have always thrilled at the thought of being a toy boy. I guess with Alec being the senior by about seven years I liked the idea of going with an older guy. He always served me well even though perhaps sometimes, he was a little too serious and didn't always seem to appreciate my dirty jokes, but he was a great lover so I could go along with that.
I guess I thought I would eventually get him around my way of thinking, never to take life too seriously and enjoy every day as it come and take every opportunity on offer.
If I hadn't offered myself to Alex we would never of been lovers because he would never have made the move. And yet I knew he fancied me that was obvious. The way he stared at me and those eyes, it always shows in the eyes, the lust that lays behind. All he wanted is the touch and his inhibitions were set free. All those pent up feelings trapped in the groin, not good for man or beast, but a beast has no problem, they just copulate all the time. But us - society has made us unnatural in many ways.
It was simply the touch that started it all off, when I closed to him in the cinema watching a Bond movie. We had got to that buddy stage, going out together. There was I hoping he would have made a move or some sort of suggestion after our second date. This was out third and there was me thinking it was high time one of us declared their intentions.
So I touched him. Meaning I closed to him and accidentally on purpose let my hand drop into his crotch. "Oh, dear I am, sorry!" I said. But either Alec was gone with the film or he had no objection. So I kept it there, my right hand buried in his groin and the rest is history. He liked it, I liked it so it was late all systems go, when we both realized our deep passion for each other was like a raving volcano waiting t erupt., And when it did Alex was well and truly wedged tight into my rectum and we were well and truly lovers full stop, or period as the Americans say.
So when Alec presented me with the tight shorts and shirt to match, it was no surprise. I guess with the summer coming, it was a good time to dump the well-worn jeans. And yet we both enjoyed many a time with me in those jeans with the rear zip. All that sniffing that Alec loves, the way he comes up behind. nudges my spine to prompt me to bend over, and the gorgeous feel of a beautifully erect cock in your jeans, that is how Alec always liked it, and it didn't take long to unzip me and work his stiffness between my ass, gradually prizing me open wide enough for him to fuck me.
That was always nice. But now I was throwing those jeans away, the jeans with the zip at the bag, so enticing!
"Time moves on Alex. You are so romantic but I have the hots for you wearing these now so don't keep me waiting else Freddy will have something to say" (Freddy being the name we call his love machine, that gorgeous length of seven and half inch splendor he loves to share with me.)
So out with the old and in with the new. Down to my red thong it was easy to slip on the new pair of short, shorts and then I realized what Alex was about in buying me those. The cut of the latex material accentuated and separated my hind in a way I know Alec loves, because sometimes he ties my buttocks with red stretch ribbon when we are building to a fuck, in a way which pronounces the separation of the crevice between. It is something so special and I do like, the way Alec just loves to experiment to get the very best of me. It is divine and he makes me feel whole and wanted.
So I go down stairs and show him. He is sitting in my lounge. We still live apart but maybe we shall live together soon. I stand there feeling like a fashion model. He tells me what he wants me to do, to swirl, pause and bend a little when I am facing away from him. I know he is weighing up my behind, now who's mind is below the belt!
I tell him and he flushes. Of course I know what he is thinking and I love it.
"Come here you slut!" he commands and we both know what that expression means. There is me standing before him, he still sat on the leather clad settee I bought for us to shag on. It has nice thick arm rests which are ideal for one of Alec's favorite fucking positions, me bent over, ass up and ready, my head almost touching the carpet as I wait for his perusal, when I can be ass, balls and cock for him. That is so nice and right from the word go, when he begins to sniff, tease and suck me everywhere I feel a million dollars, I feel as like I am in my special world of ecstasy, enjoying him enjoying me. And I'm thinking, all this started because I had made the first move.
