Running for the bus in our birthday suits, we head back into the city, where we salivate over sushi, quietly going about our business in the shadows afterwards. A few nights later Josh cooks up a storm, stuffing my chicken, and eventually fogging up the windows that look out towards our future.
Who knew learning a winter sport could also make you gag to shoot the white stuff yourself… Nothing like a good instructor to lead the way and help you do it properly.
After cleaning off the overspill of our dirty desires at the waterfall, we start making our way back to Casa Concubito, where after having our fill, we reminisce about teenage lust and enjoy a country-style facial, even ordering dessert after finishing an already rich main course.
After popping Josh’s cherry last time, post-gala dinner, we decide to head into the mountains for a long weekend away, taking a nostalgic bus ride east, to enjoy nature, fireside titillation and fucking hiking.
After a hard day at work, I share a satisfying phone call with Josh, my kindergarten fuck bud, while soaking in the bath, before accompanying him to a fancy gala, where we have to hide our sordid childhood urges, but find an “Accessible” solution. The next day there is a severe case of morning wood with a twist, served straight down, shaken and stirred.
After our messy game of “doctor” the week before, and a thumping encore courtesy of that bulky bruiser of his, I’ve been slowly but surely replenishing my juices in anticipation for a follow up appointment with Josh - my kindergarten fuck bud - to give me another good once over.
Two guys who used to be best friends as young mans, reconnect after nearly a decade apart, and find that some desires never go away, and some get stronger over time.