I was with Danny again, feeling his cock again like old times. It had been a long time since he failed to turn up for our regular Sunday session.
I had text him and tried everything to contact him but without success. I knew he lived with his elderly mother and was limited with his visits I shall never forget that day he didn't come; . The thing is he texted me from his car when he was driving over to keep his rendezvous with me. I was so ready and ripe for him too. I made sure I was powdered and adequately dressed in my tight bum hugging jeans he liked to see me in so much, knowing too how he got so erect having me bent over the edge of the kitchen table so he could slap and sniff me, usually as a starter to our wonderful private times together. He loves to press his new erection deep between my crack and, maneuvers my hind. I wore some custom made jeans with a zip at the back for obvious reasons because Danny liked to spend a lot of time simply unzipping to enjoy the thrill of my pouted ass and, as he put it, his succulent brown hole he named Stonehenge.
Why on earth he called it that I shall never know but I think it has something to do with the way the large stones at Stonehenge are placed in a circle. Whatever turns you on!
So on the day he didn't turn up I had all the things he liked to do with me in mind. I had built up to this all week, my whole being was geared up and aching for Danny, the mutual sucking and tasting, the things he loved me to do with his cock and balls, the way (in his words) I loved to help myself. And it is true, I did. In my way of thinking it was no good holding back when the spur of passion compels you to do what you want to do, so when Danny so beautifully revealed himself to me, saying; "Well here it is then" I was right there feeling, touching and then experiencing the most intimate sensation of wild throbbing cock in mouth, tasting the flavor of its salty earthiness and having a wonderful time simply sucking and experimenting in seeing just how deep I could get his ample shaft into my throat without gagging.
With plenty of practice, which Danny of course adored, I eventually made the whole hog and his seven inch cock was in my mouth up to the rim, so much I could feel his shaved hairs tease my lips as I sucked profusely. It was the same pattern when he spunked. I was able to take most of his initial spurt into my mouth. By grasping his cock so he could not spunk into my throat, that would have been disastrous; I enjoyed it gushing into my mouth, the semi hot flow was relished and swallowed, and usually it was three spunk's with Danny, the second I swallowed too and the third he liked to garnish Stonehenge as a lubricant before penetration.
I so love to rub him up between the mouth fucking. The feel of his cock sends me almost crazy. I want to do everything at once with it, it is so gorgeous. Just to sniff and taste the flavor of pungent earth cock is a dream come true'
With balls empty he was then still able to maintain a gorgeous erection to please me to the hilt and thus bent on all fours I enjoyed his fucking immensely, to the point I would inevitably end up sucking him yet again after the fuck and that indeed was special, because it felt like we were as one, I tasted the combined love juices of us both, my hole still gaping and stretched by Danny's deep and so gratifying fucking.
But back to when he texted me again, saying sorry because he had been in a motor accident and had been laid up for several weeks/
"I understand if in the meantime you have found another Alex" he said "but I would dearly love to make up loss time with you if you are available for our usual Sunday retreat?"
How could I resist. Yes I had been with two other guys although not in the full sense, we didn't fuck or anything like that, we simply mutually wanked because, with then it was casual, and just a quickie.
It sort of served a purpose in helping me get over Danny, thinking I would never see him again and he had maybe gone back to his ex-wife, because he was bisexual.
But he was here with me again in all his masculine splendor and there was I doing the business for him again.
