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I didn't hear from Red Gibbons for nearly two weeks, but I had not forgotten him. How could you forget someone like Red? I could still taste the musky cheese of his uncircumcised, fat cock. He had awakened something in me that I had previously thought was hidden for good. Until Red, I had enjoyed the women that I had been with, and thought the sex had been great. But damn, that Red!
I was somewhat surprised when he called me at home about nine o'clock in the evening yesterday. I was relaxing having a Jack Daniels straight up and enjoying a cigar in the den when he called. He sounded very serious and a little bit afraid, all at the same time. He voice seemed jittery, and I could almost see him sweating profusely.
"Hiya, doc! This is Red Gibbons....do you remember me?"
Oh, yeah, I remembered Red! Shifting my cigar back to my mouth, I used my now free hand to gently massage my growing bulge.
"Of course I remember you Red! It's not easy to forget an old pervert like you!" I kidded.
I knew he wouldn't be offended, we had gotten to know each other pretty well in a very short time. He was like me in many respects. We both liked to kid our friends and we could dish it out and take it too.
"Is there something wrong Red? Do you need some medical assistance?" I asked, suddenly realizing that from the tone of his voice that this might not be a social call.
"Sorry to call you at home, but, dammit to hell Jim, I'm going crazy here! I need your help bad!"
