An alt account about gay and queer fantasy.

Wow, Will! When's my turn in the sty?!

I need to be a good boy, soon.

A pair of light blue briefs are bulged by a stiff morning erection clearly seen through the translucent cotton.

I could do with help taking these off this morning.

It's a happier Friday now 😘

I need something like this with someone in my life, frankly.

Most of all, I had truly missed his kiss. Knowing his kiss was meant for me, and with it I felt every single passion he had for me. And I returned every sentiment in each passionate touch I gave back to him.

He made love to me that night. All night. I had missed the times we spent, but that night became the catalyst for realising how much we loved each other. How much we had craved our company, our naked bodies, and the singular the connection between us. We made up for the time lost.

Fingering my hole after each time he had came inside me, he would start to edge my hairy cock with his tongue, before I would fill his mouth with cum. The final time he caught my load and used it as lube to slide inside me.

For hours, he fucked me over and over. And I felt him cum inside my hole, all over my chest, and he ensured I had got off too.

We kissed passionately, before I insisted the time had come. I bent over, and he assumed the position. He rubbed his hard cock against my wet hairy hole, and he slid himself inside me as we both gasped in pleasure. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around my torso as he thrust inside me and kissed my neck

As I began to loosen up, and he was solid, I bent over on my bed to receive him. Before he assumed me the position, he picked me up from my stance, and grabbed my face. "Let me taste my cock on your mouth", and we exchanged a firm wet kiss moaning for each other. I gasped, "You taste as I remember".

I moaned on his cock, as he fingered my butt. I leaned into him, now using my hands to spread my cheeks wide to allow him to pleasure me further. He had began to explore my butt finding my prostate gland, sending me into an excited frenzy. My cock began to ooze with precum, knowing what was next.

In my peripheral vision, I watched him stick his fingers into his mouth, covering them in his saliva. I knew what was next. As I continued to deep throat him, my man reached over to my hole and began to tease me. As I slid my mouth thrusting on his shaft, his fingers slid inside my hairy hole.

I had flashbacks of peeling his boxers off during movie nights, waking up to sucking his cock, and even one time going for a walk in the woods, and making him cum in my mouth. I adored this man, and I loved every part of his body. And I would always give him the pleasure and desire he deserved.

I felt his strong hand rub against my hair to get me to go deeper and I fulfilled his wishes. My mouth widened as I swallowed him into my throat, slowly taking in air through my nose, amd making sure he was in heaven just as much as I was. I loved giving him head in times we were together.

I took him in my mouth, and I began to suck his cock with passionate proficiency. Muscle memory, if you will. I loved his thick lips, but I also loved his big cock against my lips. I ran my tongue around his large frenulum, feeling it pulsate on my warm mouth, and hearing his breath fasten.

The nights we spent together in bed, making love to his body, feeling his lips against mine, and being pleasured by his perfectly hard cock fucking my hole had come flooding back to my memory. I adored my ex dearly, and after this night, I knew how much I would want no one else but him.

He laid his head and his body on the bed, and instructed me to sit on his face. I did not oblige: it was his turn. I stared at his boxers, his beautiful boner bulging hard against the fabric. He smiled and nodded , and I peeled his boxers off, to be greeted with my man's beautiful erection.

Without hesitation, he spread me apart and began to run his wide tongue around me. I gasped and moan, his skilled mouth used to make quiver in past nights, and tonight was no exception. I rode his tongue, as his hands grasped my butt firmly; he pleasured me with the delicate passion he possessed.

Before I could peel his off, he bent me over and ripped my boxers clean off. My naked butt in his full view, his tender kiss began to trace my length of back, and down to my spine as he had traced them before with his fingers.
Then he grabbed my hairy butt, stating "I have missed your body".

We kissed in our half naked embrace, his long legs entwined in mine, his kiss met my neck and I surrendered to his seduction. I begged him, "Fuck me", and he looked up and said "No, we're making love all night".

I swooned and went to kiss his body and take off his boxers, but he had other ideas.

I moaned for him, as he kissed me quiet, and he took his shirt and trousers off. His lean frame standing over me, as he joined back on my bed making out in nothing but our underwear. Struggling to keep our boxers on, as both our soft manhoods hold grown hard through the fabric barriers.

Our kiss in my room was like fireworks erupting and bursting into the sky. In one fluid motion, we were on my bed making out, realising this was going to happen like previous times. He pinned me down and began to kiss my clothed body, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and jeans.

He agreed, and I held out my hand as I led him upstairs to my hotel room. He commented that it was like no time had passed between us, and I met him by responding that with us, everything was timeless. As I fumbled with my key card to get the door open, the long-lost passion had returned instantly.

The moment froze for a minute. I could see he contemplated the past, but seeing me gaze into his eyes and knowing how much we would had missed each other, he wouldn't waste the opportunity.

I realised the evening had found its natural end, as we sat together for a few hours, and after some gentle conversation, I suggested we keep each other company in my hotel. A small 5 minute walk away, and as a gentleman would, he walked me back safely. My courage kicked in, "Join me upstairs?"

He was there with some of his sci-fi friends, and he fancied some alone time in the spots he loved in London. He was the only gay in his group. We had spent some times in Soho before, and something called him to this bar. Fate would have it, that I would be sitting there upon his solo exploration.

Finally, he said after pulling back from me, now we had been re-acquainted, "Why are you drinking alone?"

I had been separated from my friends, and I wanted some quiet time. His thoughtful presence honed in on my explanation, as he listened to my every rambled word on that night in Soho.

We kissed for what felt like forever; I felt his tender lips quiver as he pull away from me, before returning again for several moments as his arms pulled me in closer to his strong embrace. His hands embracing my back, stroking my spine through my shirt and pulling my chest into his warm torso.

Perhaps it was the liquid courage, but I was firm in wasting no time. I asked, "If it's really you, I'll know by your kiss". I said this with a cheeky smirk. His eyes didn't lose sight of mine, and suddenly, I felt his soft kiss against my lips reconnect like no time had past.