A Gift?

I could tell he was building up to saying something he’d had to think hard about—and it took him several minutes to get to the point of being able to speak again.

“Would you like to fuck me?” he finally asked hesitatingly in that low, melodious baritone of his. “I know I’m no longer attractive, but it’s all I can give to you for what you gave to me.”

I pondered the magnificence of what he was offering me for a moment.

“Is that what your Tony did? Did he fuck you?”

“No,” Tim answered. “I was always the top with Tony. But I know I can’t go back there. All of my Tonys are in the past.”

I stood up from the bed, below him, then and slowly stripped off my clothes. I could see the intake of breath when Tim saw how I was equipped. I was big and thick, but not nearly as big as he was. But I could see the fear and apprehension, mixed with resignation and, yes, just a slight sense of interest and anticipation in his eyes as I moved over to my nightstand, removed a tube of lubricant, and came back to stand before him.