If you read my first story, 'How it all started Pt.1', you will know that I started my bi-sexual journey with my then best friend, back when we were both in our late teens. I ended that story telling of how career moves in our early twenties resulted in us seeing less and less of each other, until eventually we lost contact altogether. All that changed quite recently when we renewed our contact after a space of some thirty-plus years. Let me bring you up to date.
During my frequent masturbation sessions I often think about my first sucking partner, Jeff. Whilst stroking myself, I often recall in my mind the sex we enjoyed together, what his cock looked like, his large balls, and of course the feel of him in my mouth. I really miss what we did as teenagers and I often wondered if he felt the same way or if he now considered himself to be completely heterosexual. I had tied to contact him some years previously by telephoning the company I thought he worked for, but to no avail.
Then one day, by pure chance, I bumped into Jeff's younger brother, Tim, at a trade show in Birmingham. I first spotted the name badge he was wearing which displayed his full name, but visually I would have recognized him anyway as he had changed little over the years. I have changed a lot mainly as I now shave my head after my balding hair began to look like a silly combover. Back when Tim would have known me I had quite long fair hair. Having approached him and re-introduced myself, he greeted me warmly and confirmed that of course he remembered me from when I used to hang about with his brother. We went for a coffee to catch up.
Over coffee we chatted about the course our lives had taken and about our families. It was really nice to catch. He said that he had always kept in contact with Jeff even though they were not particularly close and really only met at family get-togethers. Apparently, Jeff now lives and works in Lancashire and I asked if Tim had any contact details that he could let me have. He was understandably cautious about giving these details to me after such a chance meeting, so I gave him one of my cards and asked him if he wouldn't mind passing it on to Jeff. This he promised to do and we parted company with a professional handshake.
A couple of weeks passed and then one day I received an email from my long lost friend. Jeff wrote that his brother had passed him my contact details. I immediately replied and over the next few days several emails passed between us. These all centered around catching up on our respective lives over the past years. There was, however, the rather large 'elephant in the room', that being our previous sexual relationship. Neither of us had mentioned it in our emails thus far and I imagined that we where both waiting for the other to take the first step. It was Jeff who took it when he ended one email with the phrase;
'Do you ever think about the things we used to get up to all those years ago? I miss those days'.
Jeff had opened that door and so I stepped through, still cautious, but writing back;
'I think about our old days a lot, usually when I am on my own. I miss the close relationship we had in those days and it would be good to pick up where we left off'.
A couple of days past and I began to think that maybe I had overstepped the mark and perhaps his last comment was completely innocent. Maybe I wouldn't hear from him again. Then I received another email;
'I have your mobile number, can you give me a suitable day / time when we can chat properly'.
Email was still the only contact detail I had for him so I emailed back a day and time when I knew my wife would be out at her yoga class. When the allotted time approached I found I was almost tingling with excitement at the prospect of having a private conversation with my old sex partner. I waited at home for the phone to ring and I have to confess that I could feel my cock getting hard in anticipation. Then my phone rang.
We spoke for a couple of minutes about general things and then Jeff asked if it was okay to speak freely. I replied yes and what follows is a brief record of our conversation so far as I can remember it:
Jeff; "I miss the old days and I often think about them. I can still picture your hard cock."
"Me to. I loved playing with you and sucking you."
Jeff; "Do you think about us often?"
"Quite often these days. My wife isn't interested in sex anymore so I wank almost daily. I'm a right wanker (laughter). And yes, I think about what we used to do quite often while I do it. You still make me cum. What about you?"
Jeff; "Since reuniting I have lost count of the times I have wanked imagining you. I still have sex with my wife but I think about you as well."
"I was worried that you weren't interested in bi-sex anymore, but I'm glad you feel the same as me."
"I don't do anything with other blokes but what we had was different. Any chance we can meet up sometime?"
"I'd like that, how do we do it without raising suspicion?"
Jeff; "Do you still flyfish?"
"Yes, regularly. Why?"
"I often fish Ladybower Reservoir."
