First thing this morning I think of you… and your misbehavior with Matthew. I jerk off because the influence of Matthew on you makes me hot and jealous. Afterwards, I shave my balls for the date with Kyle. I want to impress him with my smooth cock.

I love your SMS response to my earlier message:
“Glad you liked the story, inspired by … you. And Matthew. Think of me as you suck Kyle’s cock today, and then tell me everything.”

I reply:
“Dior, you are so good to me. You want me to think of you while I go down on Kyle’s seven-inch cock? I will … as he fucks my face.”

Like me, Kyle is a married man who occasionally enjoys a male friend with benefits. Our arrangement begins seven years ago, though I have not seen him for the past three years because I live in Europe.

My cell phone finally rings around 1 p.m. It is Kyle. He is ready. I am more than ready.

“You remember where I live?” Kyle asks.
“Of course,” I answer.

How can I forget where Kyle lives? I have been to his house so many times in the past, and given him so many blow jobs while his wife was out at work.

Before I leave for the five-minute drive to Kyle’s house, I send you another SMS message: “My Dior, I’m on my way to suck cock.”

Kyle is waiting for me outside when I arrive. He hasn’t changed at all in the past three years. At age 47, Kyle is still handsome and fit from weekend soccer.

We talk as we head up the stairs to his spacious second floor master bedroom, but I pay no attention to what either of us says. All I can think of is seeing Kyle nude, with his proud, throbbing cock protruding upward.

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