Missing you

The idea wasn’t mine. My friend wanted to go fishing. He’s my friend, so I said yes. I didn’t know it was a weekend-long trip until already committed. So, I reluctantly went fishing. We left Friday evening after dinner, pitching our tent just before dark. I love the smell of a campfire. I don’t know what you think men talk about when they’re together, but it’s not our lives. Lures, sports, bears, shenanigans we used to get into. But all I could think about the entire weekend was you. You were very busy with work all week and I looked forward to spending time with you, only to realize we would not be spending time together. Luckily, the weekend went by quickly, and I was back home Sunday afternoon, scrubbing away the pond smell and scratching insect bites in the shower, wondering how and when I could have you. 

I toweled off and put my boxers on, my hair still a mess, and walked down the hallway at the exact moment you left the living room to grab something in the bedroom. You were looking at something on your phone when I grabbed you right there in the hallway and pushed you against the wall. Mild annoyance flashed through your eyes, but you saw determination in mine. I tossed your phone onto the carpeted floor and pulled down your sweatpants with such force that you said sarcastically, “Well, that was fun.” I kissed you hard, giving your engine a few seconds to warm up. I missed you so much I was now angry and would no longer wait for what is mine. I was going to have you right there in the hallway, with my skin still moist from the shower and you completely caught off guard. I pulled your panties to the side enough to slide into you. 

You weren’t ready and we both knew it, but you know I don’t stop until I get what I want. And what I want right now is you, hard and fast. The friction is actually nice. I can feel everything. Do you feel all of me? I lift your right leg so you’re now on one leg but smashed against the wall with every thrust. My hair is dripping on your face, and you seem confused and amused at the same time. You’re into it, and you know I’m not going to last very long. You close your eyes and bite my arm hard before I stop briefly, drop to my knees, keeping your leg in my hand, and pleasure you with my mouth. It doesn’t take long before your tummy ripples in orgasmic spasms and your left leg threatens to buckle. I’m back inside you, but you feel so good, so tight, so perfectly wet now, that I can’t hold back. I cum inside you, both of us standing, huffing, surprised by the whole thing. As I finally drop your leg, my eyes close, and I whisper, “I missed you.” I feel your forehead against mine and you nodding in understanding while our hearts beat so hard and so fast and so close to one another. I wait a minute before I open my eyes and smile, kiss you, pull out, pull up your sweatpants, and slap your butt as you walk away. I run my hand through my hair and say, “Fuck fishing,” under my breath.