Okay, so I told you in one of my true stories that I'd finished with Danny. He'd let me down badly and, having texted me to say he was on the way I was so ready for his fuck. But without rhyme or reason he failed to turn up. I tried texting and phoning him on the mobile but absolutely no response, I was so cross I even lost the urge and imagined he had decided to go with this guy locally who he had mentioned when we last met.
Danny had mentioned that he had already been with the guy just once - he had a real big cock and lots of hair including a big black beard which, he said, rather put him off and he said there was no fucking, just mutual wanking, that he wanted to French kiss but he couldn't be doing with that because of that bloody beard
To be truthful I have missed him terribly, have had a coupe of casual sessions with a couple of local lads but no way could they compare, I didn't even have the urge to do oral - Derrick the last guy I went with prompted me to suck him wearing a rubber, but it was absolutely nothing like the real thing, all I remember is the taste of latex in my mouth afterwards, so different from the taste of Danny. He tried to make it more appealing in trying the different flavours Durex do now, but whatever the flavour it could not match the taste of real cock and furthermore, despite his efforts t please me with a ribbed condom the quality was absent and it showed.
I realised I had simply been spoilt by Danny and there was no one to match up to him, his fuck, the taste of his cock, his whole charisma - in fact everything - he was a hard act to follow and I was so missing his very hard act in my ass to be blunt and honest.
I was driven to swallowing my pride and constantly texting him to invite him around again with the footnote that all is forgiven. He finally agreed to let me talk on the mobile which we did, ironing over our qualms and me making new openings, in fact we ended up dirty talking like we used to and sharing a mutual wank so that was positive - he finally agreed that he would pop over on Sunday and he definitely would be there, so I had better have my sexy asshole ready. I loved the way he said that, it made me feel complete again.
I knew I would be tight as it had been a long time since I'd been fucked, it had been a long time since I had had anything come to that and the occasional stiff wank was absolutely no substitute for the real live flesh sharing all with you. I'd be ready and no mistake, lots of nice easing lubricant to prepare, and doing it with the thought that soon Danny would be enjoying it too. That made me feel so good.
I was so exited waiting for Sunday to come, and there was still the thought, even though Danny had promised to come, that he may not turn up again , that before I felt he was having a laugh. Although the last time we had met I had persuaded him to let me film me sucking him to cum, so long as I didn't show his face, it was a great picture, even Danny agreed but he was not into imagery, did not like seeing himself so I destroyed the film. Something afterwards I was so sorry about, after he'd left me that is, I would have so loved to share that memory whilst having a nice firm wank. Watching that very first time I'd sucked and swallowed him together, hearing him saying he was cuming into my mouth was something so special.
But now I shouldn't worry because Danny was coming on Sunday and the sheer thought of him standing at my front door when I opened it, with a very obvious swelling down under was something very special and exciting, because it told me that I was still very much wanted and he was obviously attracted to me, that very soon after I would be tasting that lovely appending once more and feeling its fuck thrust into my aching ass. Now that was what Danny was all about, I just could not wait to have him again.