The note was sitting on the kitchen windowsill. The front of it simply read danny. He picked up the folded paper and thought to himself, Two fucking weeks and this is what he does. Figures. This is just like him.
With a sigh, Danny pulled apart the paper and flattened it on the counter. “I miss you,” it read. “I’m sorry.”
Danny put a hand on his forehead and pushed his blond bangs aside. He’d known Conor since his third year in college. After graduation, the two of them moved into a small apartment together near San Francisco. Their roommate relationship quickly turned into romance and had remained strong for over a year.
He turned his lips into a pout and blinked back the emotion in his eyes as he continued reading. “I’m sorry I screwed things up. My jealousy got in the way, and I know that now. I’m ready to work on changing. Call me. Love, Conor.”
Danny rubbed his lips together, picturing his ex-lover. He imagined Conor’s smile, his smooth calves, his defined arms, the way he felt, the way he tasted. Just the thought sent a chill through his body, stiffening his cock. Shaking his head, he reached for the phone and dialed.
“Hello.”
“Hey, C.”
“Danny.”
“Yeah.”
“I—Danny, I…I’m so sorry. I fucked up. I want to make everything up to you,” Conor said apologetically.
“Oh yeah? You acted like a real asshole, you know.”
“I know. Fuck! I just didn’t realize…” Conor stammered.
“How good I am to you?”
“Well, yeah,” Conor sighed.
“Then if you want a reminder, you better get over here as fast as you can,” Danny responded and dropped the phone into its cradle.
Twenty minutes later there was a timid knock on the front door. Danny turned the knob with casual ease, and there in the doorway was the strapping figure of his ex, Conor.
He looked just as he had two weeks earlier. His shaggy, brown hair curled at all the right angles, just missing the line of his prominent black eyes. It was quite a sight to see such a beautiful creature so unsure of himself. Danny pulled back the door and smiled.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” the apologetic brunet whispered. “You look gorgeous.”
“It’s good to see you, too,” Danny said matter-of-factly.
Conor thrust past the door and wrapped his arms around Danny. He pressed his mouth tightly to Danny’s lips, threading his fingers through his soft blond hair. Danny accepted the kiss at first but soon pulled back.
“What makes you think I’ll just jump back into bed with you?” Danny asked as Conor kissed his neck.
“Because you know I love you,” Conor answered, peppering kisses on his ear, neck, and lips.
“Because you know I missed you. Because you know I’m sorry.” Conor smiled and ran his hand over Danny’s crotch. “And because I know you missed me.”
“How are you so sure, huh?” Danny laughed, taking a step back.
“Because I satisfy you.” Conor pulled him close again and unbuttoned f Danny’s jeans. He slid them down his muscular legs.
Danny leaned in toward Conor and felt the familiar sensation of Conor’s grip on his cock.
“That’s good,” he sighed.
Conor stripped Danny’s boxers from his thighs, revealing his throbbing hard-on beneath.
“You remember how good my mouth feels? How I love sucking you off?”
Danny smiled and felt the warm breath from Conor’s mouth trace the line of his dick. Conor wrapped one hand around the root and then cupped his mouth over the swelling head. Danny rocked his eager head back and forth as Conor sucked. The enthusiasm of Conor’s sucking triggered a flood of memories. Danny remembered the many passionate nights he spent with Conor, fucking for hours until both of them were exhausted. He remembered how he had never been as close to anyone as he had been to Conor.
Danny felt Conor’s hands stroking his ass cheeks as he continued to swallow the length of his cock, taking the full eight inches down his throat with ease. Conor stopped to lick Danny’s balls before he peeled the white T-shirt from his chest.
“That’s so good, baby,” Danny whispered at the feel of Conor’s tongue.
Conor lapped at his balls, bathing each one in his mouth. His wet lips tickled Danny’s sack, leaving moisture on the light hairs. He ran his tongue back through Danny’s legs and licked the opening of his ass. Conor moved them over to the sofa, where he guided Danny to kneel down. After spreading his cheeks, he moved his soft tongue along the crack and then delved into the puckered hole. The warm sensation spread throughout Danny and he shivered in excitement. Conor pulled Danny’s cock back into his mouth and sucked on his hard prick.
“Yeah, just like that,” Danny moaned and put his hands on Conor’s head. He tugged at his hair gently and arched his back. Danny moaned loudly and squirted a jet of come across Conor’s mouth.
Conor smiled. The sweet sensation reminded him of their many nights together in the past. Sometimes they would meet up in the afternoons for a quick session. He loved the way Danny tasted more than the taste of any other guy he’d ever been with, and he was reminded of that fact now.
He looked up at Danny and asked,
“You like that, baby?” He wiped the come from his full lips.
Danny exhaled and began to finger Conor’s fly. “No one sucks my cock like you, you sexy fuck,” he smiled. Playing with the zipper, he nudged the stiff prick he felt beneath the fabric. He quickly pulled Conor’s pants down with one hand and seized the rigid organ inside.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook yet, though. I wanna feel you.”
Conor’s dick slipped between Danny’s fingers, making the tip pink and swollen.
He shivered at the soft touch of Danny’s hand rubbing over his prick. He missed his touch. Soon he felt the inviting heat of a mouth near his erect rod. Perfect. Danny sucked Conor deep into his mouth, feeling the head press against the back of his tongue. Danny caressed Conor’s balls easily in his hand, balancing one and then the other between his fingers.
“That feels so damn good. I want to be inside you,” Conor moaned.
Danny looked up at his lover and pulled the lengthy cock from his lips. With his pants already laying in a heap on the floor, Danny stood up and propped himself over the arm of the couch. He bent in half and reached forward to grab a pillow for support. His ass was perched up in the air, the cheeks blushed and round.
“Don’t you want to feel my ass again, C? Don’t you want to push your dick all the way inside me?”
Danny gyrated against the couch, pressing his now-stiff cock along its arm. They both loved the tease. Conor pushed his brown hair back with one hand and looked over at the sexy blond sprawled across the furniture. He watched Danny’s ass waiting with such welcome that he pulled his cheeks apart. Conor jerked forward.. >>
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