Sunday Night, Part I [MVR] (by simon on Thu February 21st, 2013 1:59 PM)
The names of real people have been changed.
I should first explain how Craig and I met. I’d been in a relationship with Philip for four years, which ended badly. Eight months passed before I met Craig. We had a very close relationship but after three months, when we seemed inseperable, he left me. He cut off all communication with me, including blocking my number. The months that followed that I tried to find love again, but I only found guys who were after sex and one-night stands. It changed who I was. I started going to gay clubs and kissing anyone, sometimes going home with them, but nothing ever came of it. Last week I tried a strip club for the first time, but that was nothing compared with what happened after.
The journey home from Soho was becoming too familiar. I was on the Victoria line, as I was almost every other night, and I was just getting off at Highbury & Islington when I saw Craig getting on.
Craig. The one who broke my heart over a year ago.
I stayed on the train, and we talked for a while, catching up (except I didn’t tell him I was a lot more sexual and outgoing than when we were together). He still looked as adorable as he did when we first met. We were nearing Seven Sisters, his stop, when he asked where I’m getting off.
“Highbury & Islington,” I laughed.
He looked at me with his cute expression which I’d so missed, raising one eyebrow. “But we’ve gone past there already.”
“I know,” I replied. “I’ll head back on the next train. It was very nice seeing you again.”
He offered to wait with me for the next train, and I happily accepted. But while we were waiting (it was only three minutes) I joked that it would be awful if I missed it, because I wouldn’t have a place to stay.
“You can stay at mine if you want to,” he offered.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to be a bother.”
“Simon, I’d love you to come!”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
He smiled at me and raised his eyebrow again. I smiled back.
“You don’t have work tomorrow?”
He shook his head. “No. I have the day off.”
“No plans?” I asked.
Before I could say another word he kissed me. Just the way that he used to. For that moment, we were the only people in the world.
Then he broke the kiss. He looked sad.
“Heyy, Craig, what’s wrong?” I asked, holding his chin.
“Nothing,” he retorted. “Come on, let’s go.”
So, we went back to his. We kicked off our shoes, our coats, and then he surprised me with another kiss. This one was much longer and deeper. While we were kissing I felt my penis get rock hard, and I felt his too poking at his jeans.
Before I knew it, we were both in his bed naked and making love.
I’d missed every inch of his sexy body. His smooth, slim Asian torso. His soft hands, cute face, sexy black hair and brown eyes. His small round nipples. His circumcised penis. And how I’d longed over the time we’d been together to play with his balls.
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered to him.
“You are more,” he replied.
We kissed some more, feeling each other’s bodies.
“Will you suck my penis?” he whispered.
I didn’t answer.
“Simon? Will you suck me penis? Please?”
I nodded. “Can I tie you up first?”
He smiled again.
To Be Continued…
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