Seeing Danny again was like how it feels when you drive a brand new car for the first time.
It had been Five years for God's sake and we had a lot of loving to make up.
I don't bother what other guys say to me. So okay he is older than me, by 20 years in fact -but I do prefer older guys, somehow they seem to be more considerate lovers and have a lot more lasting stamina.
That certainly goes for Danny and now I was looking forward to reinstating our relationship, and on just knocking on his door sent a certain quiver down my spine that's for sure.
He greeted me with so much enthusiasm, hugging me and showing just how pleased he was to see me feeling that familiar lump in his blue cord gabardine trousers as he closed to me, his hand finding their usual place tucked behind my bum and spreading it apart like he really wanted me.
It was just like old times when he said he'd fix some refreshments and then we could depart into the lounge.
"You don't know just how much I have missed and craved for you while I have been away"
"Didn't you like it in Australia Danny?" I asked wondering why had returned to England.
"Too bloody hot." he replied. "And anyway there is no place like home - and you, Pete."
"You've missed my ass?" I teased.
He smiled the way I'd remembered and I knew immediately the lust was still there. And I was so thankful for that because right now a dose of what Danny could give was just what I needed, after a very trying break up was sacrament.
We got to talking about what had happened the last five years with both of us. He confessed he had a relationship with a brawny Australian about five years younger, but it made him really appreciate just how precious was his relationship with me and now he would never look back.
I looked at him feeling so happy. We didn't have to say much - he beckoned me to join him on the leather clad sofa and down my blue brush jeans he said I still looked so good in and my tight ass looked just as fuckable as ever it was.
It was a pleasure and I felt so good, doing that with Danny again, there was something very special about our relationship and I could see on his side table, neatly placed implements which told me that he wanted it just how it was before and I would be as subservient as he wished me to be.
"Come down to me, Pete and let's get dirty" he whispered and those eyes and the expression on his face
convinced me it was to be just like old times when he'd have me bent over his lap for the most divine pampering.
"I have showered before I come" I teased after what he'd said.
"Well you will soon be needing another" he muttered as already his warm hands nudged my hind in a very wanting way.