Who was more surprised than I when Danny sent me a text asking for a meet to renew our friendship.
Our relationship had been much more than that and I was devastated when he failed a year ago to keep a regular date to visit me at my place.
It wasn't the first time he'd dumped me either, the first being for a black guy who he gave up because he didn't like his beard of all things!
I excused him on that occasion because, although I was mad with him, I still ached for him and he was a hard act to follow both physically, because he was that alright! but also as a personality too who always had a great sense of humour
But this time I didn't feel so obliging, Danny had really let me down badly by not turning up and failing to let me know why. When he did not arrive at his usual time, I phoned him and he said he was on his way. Which was all the more frustrating when he didn't arrive because I was all fixed up for his pleasure, the way he liked me in skin -tight brush jeans and tight red briefs all in red, because he said I always looked the flavour of the month in them and boy! Did he enjoy the flavor. There was I looking out of my bedroom window where I could see his motor arrive, imagining in anticipation the feel of him inside and his sniff up my ass, and how he'd spanked me over his knee, still in my jeans. Something I had begun to enjoy simply because of the sexual ardour between us and the lovely way he massaged me with coconut oil afterwards, to ease the sting which, in so doing, soon changed into a wonderful soothing numbness which certainly enhanced his fuck. That and his beautiful defined attention to my ass which was really a big turn on, I simply chilled; laid back and watched him enjoy me, like he wanted me to sit on his face, the feeling was nice and he took so much time sucking and licking me I was concerned he would be out of breath, with his face enclosed by my ass cheeks, but he could go for about six minutes down under, by which time I was well ready and ripe for his fuck.
But be that as it may, the sod didn't turn up and I was utterly frustrated, eventually having to resort to the anal vibrator Danny had used in the early days to initiate me open me up. But it could never be the same as the feel of Danny's stiff flexi cock in me..
I texted him to ask what had happened. No reply. So I phoned him, no reply. I was thinking why did he tell me he was on the way if he aimed not to come. Maybe he had been involved in a road accident or something? But there were no such reports the following day and although I tried several times to contact him it was to no avail.
Eventually I gave him up knowing he would be a hard act to follow, and besides, I had grown quite fond of him so it was more than just the physical with us, At least I thought so and I thought he did too.
But weeks went by and still no reply so I took up an invitation with another guy called John. But although he was a nice guy and we had some marvelous fun together, it could never be with the same as it was with Danny. Those idiosyncrasies of his which always geared me up for the most delightful intimate sharing with him, and putting it quite candidly; John could never compete with the sheer size and quality of Danny; even the scent and taste which just failed to turn me on the way it did with Danny, when I was really frenzied to let myself go in every way, until we smelt and tasted of each other.
With John unfortunately, although he seemed pleased enough, it was just a quick oral followed the obligatory fuck, and he could never get a full penetration the way sweet Danny did. But for my part beggars cannot be choosers and I consoled myself that maybe it could become better in time.
But now that Danny had texted me I was in a state of confusion, having felt so badly by he way he treated me, just giving me up without rhyme or reason -and yet the yearning inside me still prompted me to reply and accept for him to come and see me again, but I would want to know just why he dumped me like that. Else there could be not re-establishing our relationship, no way - twice bitten three times shy and I was determined.
But soon there he was; standing in my doorway looking as wonderful as ever, with that stiff residence in his jeans that always stood out when he arrived at my place, as if in anticipation - but for my part he could take that out of his mind because I wasn't there just for the bidding. But I could not deny the same old arousal was there.
When I asked him in and we shared coffee on the sofa, he was full of apologies.
"Was it the black guy again," I asked reticently "did you get used to his beard?" I was being sarcastic. "I just want to know why you didn't turn up last time, when you said you were on the way, and it had better be good if you want to be with me again, Danny."
He looked at me full of woe -so much so that I felt my heart softening;
"Why the bloody hell did you spoil it all?" I asked.