It’s been a while. A year almost, since we’ve seen each other. We had been lovers for more than a decade without many words. Him, shy and awkward. Just fucking and leaving. Me, worshipping his cock until cumming on my tongue, then him sneaking away silently.

But about a year ago, I lent him out to a good friend who needed some good dick, and the two fell fast into a deep relationship, much to my surprise. He was forbidden to play with me when they were together, and I didn’t want to upset my friend, so we stayed distant, while they grew closer.

But then three months into their relationship, there were signs of trouble. He was emotionally distant, big surprise, and she wanted more. So they split. I’d watch his life through Facebook, all camping and wildlife, but stayed away, not wanting to upset my friend after their breakup.

But she’s moved on now, so about a week ago, I messaged our usual, “Suck your cock,” to no reply.

Tonight, out of the blue, I get a text, “Choke on some cock?” And I immediately replied, “Yes, please.”

He was here in minutes, him living just up the street. I met him at the front door to my apartment and accompanied him to the elevator. Once the door closed, he moved in closer and reached into his pants, pulling out his large, flaccid penis. I leaned down and took the tip in my mouth and sucked until we reached the top floor. He quickly reassembled himself and we walked in silence to my bedroom.

I had been in the middle of rolling a joint, so I continued, while making small talk about camping with him. He seemed unimpressed by the delay. I looked at his face and examined him thoroughly. He had aged years, it seemed, in our absence. His face much more wrinkled. His hair, receding and grey. I finished my joint and took my place by his feet.

Looking up at him, while he stared at the ceiling, I took his flaccid penis once again to my lips. It quickly hardened. I slobbered down onto my hand, that cupped his cock while I sucked the tip, rolling up and down, back and forth. He squirmed and began staring at me intently.

I picked up speed and began groaning as I sucked and rubbed and worshipped him fully. His hands gripped his balls and began gently pulling them downwards. I slow my pace. He grips my throat from underneath and tightens around it. He’s directing my face onto his cock, again and again, the other hand gripping firmly at his base.

The next thing I know, he’s standing above me, facefucking me hard, his hand still gripped around my throat. Staring down into my eyes, as they water. The saliva dripping from my mouth to the floor below me.

He quickens, then slows. Thens pulls his cock out of my mouth completely. I crouch below his nealy 7 foot skinny frame, his hand still choking me, my tongue sticking out proudly waiting for cum. I stare into his eyes as he groans, “I’m gonna cum,” and proceeds to spurt out the hot goo onto my tongue. I moan and lick the drops as they land, ensuring I taste every drop.

He grabs his pants and is out the door in a flash.

“Nice to see you again,” I call after him laughing, as he takes off down the hall.

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