5: Silence Is Easy

It had been two days since I last heard from Josie. This was unusual. A normal day would consist of several phonecalls before a plan was hatched to meet later that evening when both of us have finished working. I presumed she was busy. I left messages and tried to forget. She would call when she wanted. There were others things to concentrate on. There had been a steady stream of gentlemen callers and I wanted to ensure that each would return. It was all about making them relaxed. I would smile and hold out my hand.

“Welcome,” I would say and I would invite them in. Some took the offer of a drink, others didn’t. I ensured the apartment was stocked with a variety of liquor and beer. We would sit on the couch and converse. Never once did I look at the clock. Time wasn’t important. Especially on the first visit. Some would be content to talk. Others were bolder. They would upzip their pants and beckon me for a closer inspection. Introductions were brief. It could be as little as a minute from their arrival that my lips had encased their cock. I would greedily go down on them. My fingers caressing their balls, my tongue flicking at their head. I wanted my first taste of their pre-cum. Usually we would then move to the bedroom. I would be keen to have them inside me. But while some wanted to fuck, others simply wished for oral. The customer is always right.

The silence was broken on the evening of the third day. Josie called. She was crying. The sniffles became lunging sobs and I asked what was wrong. It seemed like minutes before she could respond.