Note: All persons in this story are over the age of 18. Enjoy.
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I sit here on my bed, precum dripping from my dick, waiting for my boyfriend to return from his weekend trip. He's only been gone a couple of days, but already my body is yearning to feel his hungry, uncut cock. Since I haven't bottomed for him in a while, I'm sure he will be especially surprised to find his boyfriend all lubed up and ready to be fucked. Although, then again, his dick might be tired from all the possible fun its been having.
See, we both are committed to each other, but since he hasn't been able to fuck me in months, I can't imagine how he'd turn down a nice hole to cum in if it was offered to him, especially if he's hundreds of miles away and there's no way of me finding out. The idea of that excites me to my core. It also makes me feel a deep jealousy. But as jealous as I would get if it really happened, it turns me on like nothing else to think about it.
After what seemed like forever, he finally pulled up into the driveway. My cock stirred, knowing that in just moments ill be sucking him off right here where I lay. I got up and went to help him with his bags.
As I came outside, I saw him, looking better than ever. I can tell he had a great weekend. I hug him and notice an unfamiliar smell, possibly from when he was with someone else. My cock throbbed with suspicion.
As we get inside, I am eager to get his clothes off. As I jump him and start kissing him, he happily asks if he can unwind first and 'clean up' before anything sexual. I playfully grab his cock from outside his shorts. He slightly jerks away as if I shouldn't touch it. What was he hiding?
I remained persistent that he didn't need a shower, and that I can help him relax more. He remained hesitant, though eased up as I started kissing his neck and lips. As he let his guard down, I made my move and whipped his semi-hard cock out of his shorts.
