were sleep in the last row, and the one that kept watching me would probably have masturbated. I could almost feel my fingers entangled in the driver’s thick pubes and was tempted to start a conversation.

I thought instead about the next conversation I would liked to have had with Stephen. I wanted to address the issue of his leaving. The fact actually was that “you didn’t just leave, you literally ran!” I wanted to frame it so he’d know exactly how much it hurt to be left standing in the rain outside that playhouse. He ran for the train and left me after one peck on the cheek. Two nights before and for three in a row, his tongue had taken root in my throat. But just like that, something had changed and I wasn’t in on exactly who or what that something was. Many nights I sat crying, wondering what was wrong with me. “Why can’t I keep a man’s attention for longer than three months?” The question fell to no one, the walls didn’t answer, my ass didn’t hold the answer, nor did my cock.

He’d told me that he had something to do, or someone to meet about a job and I just listened to his lies. “Well I guess you are going that way” he pointed west. “I had fun.” He’d known I needed to go north also - we had done it so many times before. We would both head north, transfer at Princeton and steal long kisses good night while waiting under the awning of the sandwich shop. When I wasn’t going back to his place, a few times we’d let several busses pass before parting. One particular night it was really late and I was bold enough to face him and tickle the tips of my fingers in his bright red pubes. I loved the way he looked naked. His dick appeared as though it emerged from the fires of a volcano. The first time he fucked me it had hurt, but I didn’t let on. I wasn’t the kind of bottom that did a lot of showcase moaning.

Initially he was against my screwing him saying that he was strictly a top. I found out later that that just wasn’t true. His previous lover was a guy named Javar that I happened to catch naked at the gym once. Guys all but fell to their knees to worship his thick dark meat. His complexion was smooth and without blemish, part of me immediately became unnerved at the thought of him riding Stephen in stark contrast through all hours of the night. If I ever got the chance to talk to Stephen: I wanted to ask him why he pretended to be so interested in romance when all he truly wanted was a kinky blow job in the shadow of a sandwich shop, catch a movie from time to time, and get fucked by a Mandingo Cock? “I’m OK with that” the sex and a movie thing. Donkey Dick I had a problem with.

Stephen was able to fuck with my head because I wanted to hear what he was saying even when his actions said otherwise. From the beginning, right down to my introduction to him through his online profile things were amiss. The eight inch cock, him not really being 35, the old picture from when he actually had visible abs, and him being a strapping top, it was all fiction, and I let myself fall in love with it. I sat