Part 2
I woke up the next morning feeling more frisky than when I fell asleep.
"Good morning, guy. What's on your agenda today," was a question I posed to Davey via text message.
It was 7 a.m. and overcast from what I saw in my blinds, and I was under the covers naked, for the first time in a while really horny for someone to be in. I turned on the television, watching the news while stroking my cock, and Davey would respond to my message:
"Hey boss. Not too much of nothing is going on. Rain is about to pour, and to be honest, I wish I had someone to cuddle with, LOL."
I pictured him being in the bed with me, his sculpted torso wrapped against mine as I "crossed over to another dimension" of lovemaking. I wanted right then to invite him over, break the ice so to speak and see what he do, or how he'd do me, but I assumed circumstances didn't allow for such. He couldn't know of my secret fantasy, one that was so sudden that it might've turned him into a recluse with me, and he seemed to be the only neighbor that was outgoing. Simultaneously, I couldn't finger the exact parameters of the fantasy, I just that I knew I wanted him naked in bed with me.
"What you got planned," said another message minutes later from him.
"Still in bed, being lazy, watching the news. Not gonna lie brother. I wish I had someone to play with," I told him.
"Someone with the play with? By that what do you mean," he inquired.
I didn't care about any judgment after I explained to him I needed sexual activity. I elaborated in a general sense as I didn't want to give off my lust for another man and completely turn him off, but rather say that I wanted to "get off and help someone else, too," keeping it even gender neutral.
"I feel you. I just want my dick wet," he'd respond.
"By that, what do YOU mean, LOL," I asked.
"Just need my dick sucked bad," he reiterated. "Been too long, brother."
I belted a nervous chuckle as I was about to respond, wanting badly to take the conversation to another level and advertise my skills.
"Davey, drop your pants in front of me," was what was typed in my head yet I was hesitant. I've been sucked and seen cocks sucked a few times, but thought I would fumble if given the opportunity. How would I ask? Would I send him a photo of my mouth open? Would I beg? Would I demonstrate with an unpeeled banana or cucumber? I let him write on about what he needed, and how it could happen in his bedroom, or any other part of his home.
"What if it happened here," I asked.
"Bringing someone over to your place? You're into threesomes," he asked as my message went over his head.
I gave him an invite indirectly until I had to cancel the torture.
"I'll get on my knees to give it a try," I told him.