David was my favorite person in the world. Still is.
The morning after I first sucked his cock I woke up naked in David’s spare bed. I climbed the stairs to his bedroom, looking for him, and eventually found him in the kitchen wearing a towel and cooking scrambled eggs. I said I would take a shower, but he told me to eat breakfast first, while it was hot. I got his dressing gown from his bedroom and wrapped the heavy robe around me as I went out onto his balcony into the warm sun.
The view wasn’t much, just out over David’s little courtyard where he parked his car, then a laneway behind that which provided access to the back of all the shops one street over. David soon appeared, still in just a towel, with a steaming plate.
“Full cooked breakfast,” he said, putting down the plate, “Eggs, bacon, sausage, tomato and toast.”
I thanked him and started to eat, and after a few mouthfuls naively asked, “Where’s the sausage?”
He opened up his towel to flash at me, his back to the street, and I burst out laughing. He just stood there holding the towel open until I stopped, then took a step toward me. God, that cock looked so irresistible!