Lightning In a Bottle

When it was time for me to go, I thanked them for their wisdom. Peter passed me his number, told me there was always room in his life for another friend, and invited me back the following Wednesday, which he said was the big night out.

I planned to tell John I wanted to make love to him that night. But, he beat me to it. When I got home, he was already home, waiting for me in bed. I was still in my suit.

“Where have you been?” he asked. “I have been waiting for you. I want you to make love to me.”

“Really? That’s where I was. I want to make love to you, and I was out trying to figure out how to make it as easy on you as I could.”

“It does not need to be easy. It just has to happen. I am not letting you leave for New York without it happening.”

I almost ripped my suit off. “Lay on your stomach,” I said. “And don’t ask any questions.” He rolled over, and I started at his shoulders, massaging and relaxing him. I worked my way past his ass to his feet and back up. I spread his butt cheeks and started licking his ass. He did not bristle. He was relaxed and enjoying it. I licked for as long as I could, until my tongue got tired. I warned him that I was going to penetrate him with my fingers, and I did, slowly working one and then two in. He was tight.