Of course, he came back but not until 5 days after what happened to us. When he dropped by, it was too quick. He said, 'I forgot something.' and I handed him his phone. He immediately took off. He came back, after sending a quick text, and then we just found ourselves in the same couch, with me devouring his packed meat while he was enjoying the feeling of having his dick sucked.
It happened not just once, twice, nor thrice. It happened almost everyday after workout. He'd insist on giving me a ride home. To compensate his 'effort', I'd suck his dick until he cums...
One time, we had a minor fight over where he should cum. I feel violated, somehow, when someone cums on my face or my mouth, especially without asking my permission. So when he gives me that look that his balls are about to burst in cum, I immediately take it out of my mouth and grab a towel for him. He resisted, pulling my head closer to his cock, expecting me to follow whatever it is he wanted me to do. I refused, asking him for a little respect, which he eventually denied. He walked out that night and I expected that that was the end of out short-lived affair.
I realized I spoke too soon when he talked to me at the gym one time.
I just nodded.
'How have you been?'
I didn't answer the question and pretended I was panting. I was on the treadmill.
'I'm a jerk, you know?'
'Yes, you are.'
I was silent.
'I said I'm sorry.'
The treadmill stopped after my 30-minute scheduled cardio. I was panting, sweating. I refused to look at his face because I don't know what to say or what to do or how to react.
'Kai, I don't know what's happening right now. I don't know what's been happening... you know what I mean. But I'm sorry...'
And right then, I pretended to tie my shoelaces, looked up and whispered something to myself...