G called with the opening line, "You still haven't sucked my cock."
"Any time you like, baby" I said.
"What's a boy gotta do?" said G. "To get some action?"
"Just close your eyes, head back," I said. "And enjoy the show."
He laughs, kind of sexy and drops his voice down low. "So are you into foreskins, big boy?"
"Like how!" I said. "Take your pants off."
"Are you a knob boy, Chriso?" said G "Do you like the shiny helmet against your tongue? Do you suck it into your mouth like a strawberry? Do you suck it right down?"
"Deep throat."
"Would you deep throat me, babe?" said G.
It made me laugh. "You straight boys kill me," I said.
"How are you?" said G. I could almost hear the smile on his face. "On this most beautiful day."
It was 8pm at night, but who was counting.
"About time I heard from you, you big poofter," I said.
His girlfriend has been keeping him happy. "Sex and food, on tap," said G. "Sex and food. What else do I need?"
"Oh, your friends?"
Valentina swallows. "That's the only friend I need," said G. "Life's great, mate."
Of course, he only wanted to know if I had any pot. His source was dry. It's the only time I hear from him.
Sad but true.
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