Ten o'clock that night, while lying in bed, Phil smoked a cigarette and stared at the shadowy ceiling. Andy weighed heavy on his mind. He exhaled smoke and stubbed the butt out in an ashtray on the nightstand.
It's time to conjure him up. He slid a hand under the elastic band of his jockey shorts and began fondling his cock, remembering how appealing Andy looked in his jeans.
Andy's now short, dark military cut hair and broad shoulders appeared and began mesmerizing Phil, lulling him into arousal. His looks set him apart from a crowd, now and just like they did years ago. Andy always paid careful attention to detail when it came to making love. He liked it in the ass and I liked to give it to him that way. Just like in a painting, their entwined, naked bodies hovered in his mind. His breathing quickened and sweat dampened his chest and legs as he drifted away to a session of sex that had stuck in his mind for over two decades.
Phil drew upon the special night they shared; one that he'd remember for the rest of his days. They had lived in Andy's apartment at the time. Our affair is no one's business. He stripped, letting his erection breathe, while Andy gazed at him with unmistakable glint of horniness twinkling in his eyes. Silvery moon light bathed the bed. “C'mere, honey,” he teased. “I have something for you.” A smile spread on his lips.
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