Fantasy about a friend

Hey

Hey

Are you at home?

For a bit, pick up’s at 3

Everyone’s at school?

Or work, yeah, why?

Can I come over?

Sure, why?

Do I have to say it?

Yes

I want to watch you cum.

(laughs) OK.  When?

Now

Now?  The house is a mess.

Don’t care.

Hmmm…

I can help you straighten up after

You are so weird

I know, but the clock’s ticking, so…

Sure, come over.

OK

I haven’t shaved in like a week.

That’s fine with me.

Do you want Tony to watch?

What happens if he does?

He beats the crap out of you.

HA!  Then, no, I don’t want Tony to watch.

Whatever, some guys like it.

I don’t.

Whatever floats your boat.  Bring cash.

How Much?

$50 to watch, $100 to help, $200 to fuck.

You know I don’t like that word.

Fuck?  OK, $200 to put your penis in my vagina.

Stop it.  Don’t ruin it.

Let’s just call it what it is.

I’d rather not.

I have to, or I’d fall in love

Too late.

See!  Now don’t you ruin it.  Just get over here.

OK

Any special requests?

Sweat pants, sweat shirt, red thong, no bra. The blue toy.

Hair?

Up, in a scrunchie

Why?

Because I love your neck.

Thank you.

Any special request for me?

Yes, Take two pills

I don’t have $200

I don’t care, just come over.

Dear Friend

I miss you.

My house is empty, except for me, so, after finishing work, I stripped down and went in the backyard to water my new roses, my trimmed miniature orange tree, and various plants that may, or may not, be dying.

As I finished drenching my pomegranate tree, I walked along the side of the house and had a memory come flooding back to me.  It was leaning up against that small section of wall, hidden from the street, my neighbors, and the back yard, that I took my first intimate photograph of myself.

10 years ago, maybe?  I can't remember.  Bouts of misguided guilt and fear led me to delete the pictures and emails a long time ago, but I can't, won't, never will, delete your memory.

It was there, with the sun beating down on me, that I tied my cock up with the string from my pajama bottoms. Hard, pink, long, bigger than I could imagine, I showed myself to you for the first time.

My heart was pounding as I set my phone down on my log pile and tried to get a good angle.  I'm not a skinny guy, so I sucked in my gut and thrust out my hips and zoomed in.  And there it was, my cock in its digital glory.  I remember tapping out an email quickly, before I lost my nerve, and I hit send.

Holy fuck.  The orgasm that exploded after sending it to you is still a part of that moment's memory.  

TBH, that wasn't the first time you had seen my cock.  We encouraged each other over the months to show more, share more, and share, we did.  I remember, like it was yesterday, watching you cum, your eyes rolled back, your full breasts heaving with each breath, your knees spread, your fingers disappearing from view, deep between your beautiful thighs.

I lived for days off the compliments you gave me, adoring my cock, my cum, my stroking techniques and, more importantly, the words we shared. I lead you to orgasm after orgasm with simple words, softly spoken instructions, and sometimes harshly give directions.  You never failed me.

A favorite memory?  Watching you cum as you sat next to your husband as he watched TV.  You bit your lip, inhaled deeply, and I could see you sink into blissful oblivion while he sat not 2 feet away, completely oblivious to the beautiful, sexy, passionate, orgasmic woman that was begging for attention in his own home. 

I never felt sorry for you, you wouldn't let me.  We were friends, deep friend with digital benefits and today, I leaned up against that wall one more time, and thought of you, and marked the sun-ripened concrete with my cum.

We haven't talked in a few years.  Life moves on and pulls people apart and things change.  That's OK, but today, as I wandered my backyard naked, I thought of you, came for you, and smiled a deep and lasting smile.

Thank you for every memory.