Blast from the past

[dvchik]

Wednesday afternoon, at four, I called it a day, stopped work and decided to go out in the sun, sit on the patio with a glass of wine and read my paper. The phone rang. It was a blast from the past. Steve, a guy I'd known for years but suddenly disappeared about five years ago. At that time he was my client on a direct mail job I was doing for him but he got fired and went into a black hole. I'd first met Steve back in the early eighties when he joined our publicity department as an admin, straight from college.

A year later we were in Aberdeen for an oil show when he invited me to his room and we had sex - he sucked me off then, a little later, I fucked him. Although I was married and he had a girlfriend we managed to have sex at regular intervals, even when I changed jobs and later when Steve would call me, asking for a reference for a job he'd been offered and we meet, at a gay bar where we could have sex without looking out of place. Then - nothing.

But here he was, on my mobile, telling me about his 'lost' five years. I'd got divorced, he'd married, moved to Leeds, divorced, now back south. Could we meet? Yes, of course. Why not now, on the patio sharing a bottle of wine.

He was now 41 but looked great. Tall, still a bit guant, skinny, spikey hair, tanned neck, stripey shirt, white chinos, and a great touch, the gold choker neck chain I'd given him for Christmas way back around 1990! Yes, he still smoked, while I'd given up, and he drank very quickly, nervously, as he poured out his story. I told him mine, and we were uptodate. He was living with his widower dad in the family house, looking for a job, hoping he could move into his own place.

When he came back from the loo he came up behind me, slid his arms down my chest and kissed me lightly on the neck. 'Why don't you suck me off' I said. He laughed, 'I was going to suggest that!' We went indoors, I closed the patio door and pulled the curtains. We kissed, softly at fist then with some passion. He pushed me down onto the settee, lent forward, unzipped my jeans, eased out my cock, now half erect, then my balls, squeezing them as he placed my bellend in his mouth, closed his lips and lightly bit with his teeth. 'Wow!' I exclaimed as I ran my fingers through his spikey hair.

My cock was now fully hard and as Steve sucked, kissed, bit and licked more of it disappeared into his mouth, until my bellend was touching the back of his throat, he not gagging for one second. For me the ecstasy kicked in early and after about five minutes I was in one continous moan of heavenly enjoyment. Then I could no longer hold it. 'Oh Steve, darling!' I shouted and then I shot. Three or four shots of cum, Steve gurgling his approval as my sperm filled up his mouth, ran down his throat. He continued to suck until my cock began to go limp. He got up and sat alongside me. We kissed, ver y passionately, some of my spunk still on his tongue, and now in my mouth. When he broke off he opened my shirt and kissed my nipples.

I was 67, Steve was 41. What if we lived toghether? If that's what Steve wanted? What would my children say? My friends who all saw me as being very fiercly hetro, always chasing skirt, now setting up home in a gay relationship. My idle thoughts we interrupted as I saw. felt, my cock getting another erection, Steve slowly stroking it into a full hardness.

Then he got up, pulled off his shirt, pulled off his chinos. His black Armani briefs held a very attractive bulge. I extended a hand and eased his near fully erect cock into the open. I remembered his cock was circumcised, as mine was, and his looked fabulous, longer than mine and with a large purple bellend. It went effortlessly into my hungry mouth. When was the last time I'd sucked him off? Must have been the early noughties. I sucked, licked, kissed and felt him ease more of its eight inches into my mouth until I could take no more, me gagging slightly but enjoying the taste of his pre-cum, the dirty tast of his bellend.

Then he began to fuck my mouth, slow in and out strokes, my hands on his hips squeezing him, pulling him into me. There were no groans from him, just a menacing silence until he finally came, shiving his cock all the way in, holding my head, his cock shooting, shooting, shooting, no end of his hot sperm, shooting right down my throat. Then he released me, his cock leaving my mouth and he stood there, eyes closed, slightly drunk. I lent forward and kissed, sucked his still hard cock for a few minutes.

Then he spoke. "Where's your bedroom? I want you to fuck me!' He followed me, I shut the curtains, he got on the bed. I joined him. We kissed. He sucked me up hard again. I got the KY jelly from the bedside cabinet and smoothed two large finger-fulls acros his anus. I pulled him up on his knees and eased my cock into his hole, my fingers playing with his cock, still half hard, and his balls. Once my bellend was in I began to move my cock foward in slow fractions, my hands now on Steve's hips. Then, suddenly, my cock went all the way, Steve letting out a muted 'wow!' I moved to and fro in slow, easy strokes, building the momentum, Steve moaning in a quiet, controlled fashion, 'fuck me, fuck me!' while I repeated over and over, 'This is so good Steve, baby. This is so good!'.

Less than ten minutes later and I was ready to shoot, me yelling out something like, 'Jeez, I'm coming!' And I did. Shoved my cock inside his arse one last time and I shot, 'Wow! That's good Steve darling! That's good!' as three, maybe four, jets of my sperm went deep inside his anal canal. I ran my hands up and down his back and buttocks, leaning forward to love bite the flesh on his left shoulder, fingering his neck chain, my Christmas present to him all those years ago when he was a fresh-faced eighteen year-old.

We both stepped into the shower together but neither of us showed much interest in any more sex, playing with each other's cocks but nothing more. He splashed my Kuros all over his body, dressed and was gone. I cleared up, returned to the patio and in the cool of the evening went back to my wine and newspaper.

Then my mobile chirped. It was a text from Steve, 'Who lurves yer baby?!' I laughed, looking forward to seeing him again, hopefully not waiting this time another five years!

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That's not a good friend.... that's a GREAT friend..!!