I do not believe this… I finally get a text last night at 10:54pm just as I’m about to lay my old ass down to sleep.

It’s from *Topher, a beautiful Asian boy that I’d been playing ‘text-tag’ with for a couple days. We first met on Grindr a couple years ago, fucked awhile, lost touch then found each other again recently on Jack’d.

He’s 26 years old, 5’8”, 140 lbs., black hair, large dark eyes framed by obscenely thick eyebrows, an unexpected upturn to his nose and full lips that taste like some Pan-Asian tropical fruit from his country of origin.

After texting him first at 7:21am that morning and getting no reply and again at 8:12 pm last night, he sends a text that simply says “Tonight?”

To which I immediately reply, “Works for me”.

Three simple words trying to show some modicum of cool but in truth I am anything ‘but’ where he’s concerned.

I’ll admit it; I am ‘boi-pussy’ whipped by this kid-but I work very hard at not letting him know the affect he has on me.

But he’s young, very blasé and self-absorbed (as a lot of young people seem to be today) so that’s less a judgment than observation.

And, like a lot of millennials, he pretty much marches to his own drummer (meaning he doesn’t always respond to text, email or phone calls in a timely manner) so even after (finally hearing back from him) it wasn’t until after midnight that I found myself parked on his street walking around trying to remember which suburban house he lived.

It had started to rain so I texted for help to no avail. I was getting wet, less horny and more pissed.

You may be asking yourself right about now why I didn’t just call but it’s been my experience that kids these days are less lightly to answer a call than respond to a text, leaving me to wonder if they even know that ‘spoken’ conversation is the primary purpose of their hand-held mobile device.

But, I digress…I see a porch light go on and there he is framed by the open door.

He greets me and stands aside so I can enter, all the while hugging himself against the nights chill, wearing a workout tank and boxer-briefs that look like panties on his slim frame.

The sight of his ass mesmerizes me as he turns to walk me back to his messy bedroom.

He was slight but prided himself on working out a lot and maintaining a well defined, almost hairless, almond colored, toned body, broad shoulders tapering down to a slim waist, a surprisingly full, heat-shaped ass and smallish dick surrounded by black silky pubes, the shaft tapering to a large mushroom head.

I’d wanted to be inside him again for so long.

The last time I got the chance to fuck him was back in Jaunuary but it wasn’t (thoroughly) satisfying because I didn’t get to cum so I was desperate to breed him.

* All names and some of the descriptions, attributes or characteristics of individuals have been changed or altered to protect the identity and privacy of actual people or person(s) encountered.