"So it's you again, wanting your fix again I 'spose, Jerry?"
"How did you guess," I asked like I was trying to be cool, all the while thinking no way will he let me into his life again. Thing is, - well okay I did dump Danny a year ago, it happens, - sometimes a guy needs to move on, search fields anew, thing is the field I searched did not bear oats - it was a lousy choice I made and the guy was a downer anyway, it really made me appreciate Danny and I wanted him back. And then, seeing him standing there in front of me, looking as gorgeous as ever, brought back delicious carnal memories.
"Well, you'd better come in then - I've got nothing else on so you may as well come in and spin a few words with me." I almost cracked the usual corny joke about him saying he'd got nothing on, in my mind remembering that and how he looked in his bareness, when we'd had so much fun together, how I missed that, and how I wanted it back, just like it was wish all the trimmings, But would Danny want that too after, lets face it, I did the dirty on him and went for my brand new coloured guy, thinking he would do it all for me big time, when instead he was a flop and he never did gratify me, he was more into cross dressing anyway which wasn't particularly my thing but each to his own. But apart from that and most important of all, he wouldn't take - so me wanting that, to give it to him like I did with Danny, it turned out to be a real no go, we couldn't just go one like wanking each other, it just wasn't the same without the vital end product of you see what I mean. With Danny the end product was always thrilling and gratifying, he had a quality ass just made for fucking and there was I just wanting to get back inside.
"So how are you doin' Jerry and how's Oliver"
"Who's Oliver?" I replied trying to show he was no longer in my life .But seeing the doubting look on Danny's face I had to come out with it: "It was a mistake, a big mistake, look I will come clean, I want you, only you, I was completely mad to give you up for that dick head!"
Danny looked at me in that condescending way of his, looking as though he didn't quite believe me, So he had gotten despondent and who could blame him, I had to show him I meant business. I hated the way he looked at me like that, remembering how he used to look, that certain hunger in his expression that said out loud he wanted me full package.
"Look, I'm sorry, right Danny Okay? And if it is any condolence, I will never leave you again, I have learnt my lesson, it is plainly you that has that exclusive place in my life."
"So what happened to Oliver?" "Dunno, don't care. He is out of my life and that's definite."
"Wasn't he as good a fuck as you thought he was gonna be then, Jerry, like you texted me to say how he could move and what a great shag he was?"
"You know and I know, fucking isn't the be all and end all, it has to be more to make the blood rise up."
"You used to rise up for me once, Jerry."
"And I want to again, just give me another chance Danny that's all I ask?"
He looked pensive and unsure. I hated seeing him like that, I needed to just show him that everything was the same as before. I took the bull by the horns and went for it. He was conveniently spread ion the sofa so it didn't take much for me to spring there beside him and literally touch him up, like I used to, over his jeans, remembering how he always commented on how I just helped myself and how he loved that about me, well I was doing just that, squeezing him through his tight jeans that he looked so good in, as good as ever.
At first, no reaction, no expression even, had I gone too far too quickly, was he about to tell me what to do in no uncertain way?!
For a moment I paused and held my breath, would he respond or not, then I saw his eyes close as I squeezed him down there once more, this time gently unzipping, winkling his ripe cock out and working my thumb up beneath his rising erection, like I used to do, me thinking now he was aroused, me thinking it was okay now.
