The F-Buddy and the Answering Machine

The day after that red-headed coworker and I hooked up, I dropped by his work site after my shift to check on him. He seemed to be in a very good mood and told me he had someone he thought I should meet and asked if he could give him my number. I agreed he could introduce me to someone and was free to give my number as long as it wasn't going to be another long distance/phone sex fiasco. He assured me his friend was local and gave me his first name, but that's really all he told me. I wasn't expecting a lot or for things to happen very quickly, but sometimes the best things happen that way.

When I got home a little bit later, I found there was a message on my answering machine. It was him. I knew immediately from the voice that he was a black man and thought that curious. He introduced himself saying he was coworker's friend and that he lived at some apartments near the technical school where he was studying computers. It turned out he lived a few blocks away at the next exit, so I called him up and invited him over. About 15 minutes later, he was at my door and a few minutes after that, he was in my bed. He was a couple of years younger than me, good looking, dark skinned with short hair in that "chemically-relaxed" style black men wore between the "afro" trend and the "shaved head" trend. He was a little on the stocky side, a little slimmer than me, but about the same height. Naked, he had a sprinkling of those tight black curls on his chest and ass. His circumcised dick was nice, a bit longer and thicker than mine, but not uncomfortably so. It was just the right length for deep-throating and I wasn't shy about practicing that technique on him. We 69'd awhile and he was reasonably skilled as a cocksucker. It didn't take him long to decide he was ready to move on to anal sex. We got a condom on him and me lubed up for some tremendous fucking. His dick was quite comfortable in my ass and he knew how to fuck. After he came, we agreed to meet up again in a day or so when he could plan to stay longer or even overnight. This became our pattern for awhile. He would come to my apartment for the evening for a long make out session before he'd fuck me. After the first time, I took the initiative to fuck him after he was finished thereafter. Once we had both cum, we would sleep in my bed, and then in the morning, he would fuck me again. This went on gloriously, but irregularly for about 3 months. The sex was always superb, but we never did anything else.

We had enough conversation to know that we had a few things in common, so it seemed natural to me that we should formalize our arrangement and move on to dating, meeting friends and that sort of thing. I went to his apartment, a rare occurrence, late one evening in the summer of 1991 and tried to suggest we start dating. The silence in his response was quickly overshadowed by our passionate sex. I didn't really think anything else about it until I got home later and there was another message on my answering machine telling me he didn't think he should see me again.