That was a long time ago, but I think about him often, as I do certain other guys, guys I’ve had long, extremely satisfying oral sessions with. Gay sex I loved his cock. Pure sex. He’d service me, I’d cum, and then I’d service him, and he’d cum, and then we’d take about twenty mintues to recycle and do it all over again, except we’d do it 69. We had not exchanged phone numbers, and as it turned out, he had given me a ficticious surname. He was 23, 5-9/150, 7c, and single. He tells me to lick his balls, eat his ass, and I’d give it all I had. Sounds great. I have a huge orgasm.And then it’s his turn. Oral sex. Perfect, ramrod staight, perfect size. Would I like to get together? He tells me to lick his balls, eat his ass, and I’d give it all I had. Why had he stopped coming over?So one afternoon eleven years later, I’m one of three or four people sitting at the bar in a Mexican restaurant, same town. Where’s he been? Oh, I have lots of stories.
