And so, the conversation with my end-of-summer boy continues. We may have only exchanged one nude pic each, but there’s a lot of dirty talk going back and forth between us. We’re both very verbal.
I have a chance to fly up and visit him for a long weekend next month, and I just might take it. The mental pictures we’ve been weaving together, along with my memories of how he milked my cock dry with his twerking, are pretty persuasive…
My end-of-summer boy and I have been talking about the things we’re going to do the next time we’re together, and part of that includes him wanting to indulge my underwear fetish.
I expect a parade of briefs, jocks, Speedos and singlets coming my way. I just don’t know how much longer I can wait…
Since my prostate seemed to be in need of some stimulation, I took the opportunity yesterday to go for a ride. You see, that boy only gets fucked by me, but he’s a top with everyone else. So after I fucked his brains out, I blew his mind by climbing on top and sliding his big raw dick inside me.
The look on his face was priceless as I flipped on my back with his cock still in me. He came as soon as he pumped the second load out of me…hands-free!
Fuck, I haven’t taken a dick that big in a very long time…
It’s hard to believe it’s Monday again, but today should go pretty smoothly for me. I have a lot to do, but getting to the office isn’t on my list. I’m happily working at home.
Of course, my tune would change if I had hunky, muscular co-workers like Nick North and Andy Star parading around in their suits, whispering dirty gay promises in my ear…
That cute boy I met last month on vacation has been texting me a lot, and I’ve been happy to chat. Even though it we saw each other only a couple of times that week and hooked up just once, we had a great connection that I can still feel when we chat.
In fact, he bought a plane ticket to come visit me in a couple of months because he says I ruined him for the guys he’s been seeing back in his town.