There is no substitute for David...
Lately I have been having one of those periods many a guy will know about, when you just can't get sex out of your system and the ache goes on and on an ...
I have been unable to get a full nights sleep due to the pounding there down under and me, sleeping usually on my front, am awakened by the most stiff hard-on I have to twist around to my side because of the pain.
Then it is the usual hand job that gives some temporary satisfaction but never the same as a true fuck, or a blow job fuck from your partner, or even just someone else doing it for you is better, simply because doing it yourself you know all the moves but when Dave does it to me I am not in control and that makes all the difference.
I couldn't wait for Saturday to come, that is when I would be with David again, but it was the waiting the worse thing, knowing what we do together and how good that is. But he has condescended to having phone sex but even that is no substitute for the real thing.
David suggested and Ann Summers anal vibrator to sooth me when he was away - and that worked to some extent, but again, it was me in control, putting it in there and doing the switch thing, different speeds and all that.
Of course it is very nice and very stimulating and the guy who invented it is a genius sure enough, but it can never be like a good wonderful stiff throbbing cock up inside you.
But for the week I had to imagine, David was not usually away for a whole week at a time, it is usually just a day or two. I do wonder if when he is away he is fucking another and, although In wouldn't like that our relationship has no strings attached, that was the understanding from the beginning. David does not want to be possessed, just to fuck for fuck's sake was his motto - but did I honestly believe that, last weekend I got it out of him that he does have some caring for me, that he does love me in his own way, and I am grateful for that. Because a loving relationship in my eyes is a much more beneficial and gratifying sex relationship as well.
So I am in my bed. Preparing to sleep. But the thumping again driving me mad, the feeling inside as I imagine David up there, coaxing the fuck as his hands play with my cock and balls - I feel his ripe cock working itself deep into its rightful place with a little help from my swaying hips, loving the feeling of it stretching me this way and that, stretching my hand around as he takes me doggy to feel just how far he is into me, I love to feel the stem of that wonderfully flexible stiff hardness with only an inch or so to spare before he jams it all into me, when I feel the fullness inside, that certain feeling I could never describe but so divine and heavenly and wonderful.
But then I am laying there with a space beside me again, the thought of David having dissolved from my imagination, Christ I need him so much. My erection is half mast as I still gently massage, then I tease my finger deeper between my ass and find the craving there, feeling the shaft of David's 'seven of heaven' throb there. Should I go for the anal vibrator I call Josh for a while, maybe help that craving, I take it out of its package and lubricate, gently ease it in until I am ready to switch on first at low speed then increasing.
It is a good fuck, feels good and does what it says on the tin! I soon get a pulsation there inside and can feel myself reach a sperm less climax, it has served me well in the time of need but I have to phone David to tell him, he likes that, likes me to tell him how I get on with the new vibrator he bought me
"Was it okay, Pete - did it do something for you?"
"Yes but nowhere near the gratification you give?"
"I am thankful for that, wouldn't want you to get top prefer that to me, Pete."
