reconnecting.

Today, I met up with Prof. Daddy, who no longer lives in New York. He was visiting for a few days and wanted to get together with me. It's been over a year since I've seen him. We got together at his friend's apartment, where he was staying. It was just like old times: I came in, we sat and caught up on each other's lives, then migrated to the bedroom. We started with some intense kissing and touching, slowing taking off each other's clothes. He sucked on my nipples, remembering how much it drives me wild. We kissed some more while we grinded our cocks together. I started sucking on his nipples, knowing how much he loved it, before moving my way down to his cock, which I sucked for a while. He broke out some poppers that were his friend's, I believe, and we shared those. After a while, I was ready to feel him inside of me again, so I lubed up his cock and my hole, took a hit of poppers, and sat down right on it. It felt so good to have him back in me. I rode him for a good amount of time, all the while kissing and playing with each other's nipples and taking more hits of poppers. Pretty soon, he announced that he couldn't hold off any longer, so I started riding him harder until he exploded inside me. I kept his softening cock inside me while I jerked off and blew a huge load all over his chest and stomach.

We took a short rest and talked some more until I was ready for round two. This time, I laid on my stomach and he fucked me from behind. He knew he wouldn't be able to cum again so soon, but we both enjoyed fucking anyway. He plowed me until he was drained of energy, so I flipped over and had him finger me while I jerked off again. My hole was extra hungry today, I guess, because he eventually got four fingers inside me--DEEP--and I didn't even bat an eye. I finally asked him to slip his thumb in there, too, just for good measure. Needless to say, this prompted me to have another explosive orgasm.

While I was cleaning up, I noticed that his friend must be a big ol' bottom. Aside from the numerous gay porn calendars in the apartment, there was one of those douche things in the shower, as well as a Ziploc bag with four or five different bottles of poppers on the bedside table. I sort of wondered how I could get in contact with this friend...