Lost Before Bloom (Open Novella 2020)

Bloom...

Adrian

Three years later...

I had just got home from another lousy open house. My suit was tossed on the bed and my underwear scattered across the bedroom floor. My bedroom had become quite the mess lately and I didn't give two flying fucks. When I decided it was time to do laundry, I'd pick everything up then. Hot water sprayed over my body, reddening my skin. My hands ran through my thick brown hair before placing one on the wall in front of me. My other hand slid down my wet torso before grasping my limp dick. I squeezed, tugged, and stroked myself without an ounce of blood flowing to my lifeless member. No even playing with my hole elicited any response in my groin. I tried every day, desperately hoping that my sex drive would return to normal. I tried to awaken some part of my long lost sex drive. To get off just for the sole sake of unloading my balls.

Still, it wasn't happening unless I thought about Troy in front of me or behind me. The second that he drifted into my imagination, everything fell into place. I turned into a withering mess as my hand stroked my throbbing shaft. As my load splattered against the shower wall, making me damn near lose the ability to stand. It had been three years since he went away, and I was still hopeless without him.

After drying myself off, I slipped into my evening attire which now consisted of just my robe. My hopeless ass brewed a fresh pot of coffee before taking a cup into my office. The steaming mug sat on my desk while I perused various emails and offers for properties. At least with Troy's absence, I had funneled all of my energy into my work. I had more money in the bank than I knew what to do with and the current housing market was only fueling the fire. As my lifestyle hadn't changed, I banked what I could and used the rest to pay for my student loans. In my current predicament, it was a win-win situation.

Just as I finished sending through my final offer for the evening, the rain started pelting against the windows. It was fucking pouring outside and I was eternally glad that I didn't have to go anywhere. Everything that I needed, at least for the time being, was inside my little house. The only thing I needed to do now was curl up under a blanket and watch some tv. Hopefully, it would still be raining when I decided to go to bed. There was nothing like the sound of a good rainstorm to drown my thoughts and sleep the night away.

With the warm blanket wrapped around my otherwise naked body, I slouched back into the armrest and kept myself occupied with the images on the tv. Other than using it for white noise, I wasn't really paying attention to the movie on the screen. My fingers too busy toying with my entrance, wishing it was Troy touching me there. My hand sliding over my chest, wishing it was his. My thumb sliding over my swollen glans, imagining it being his hot tongue. I was on the brink of bringing myself to another Troy induced orgasm when the doorbell rang.

It was late at night and I couldn't possibly fathom who could be standing on my front steps at this wet and late hour. Not to mention, I was painfully erect just seconds from climaxing. Still, hopefulness fueled my desire to get up from the soft couch, and to sling the robe around my naked form. To open the door and discover what disappointment was waiting for me on the other side.

With my semi now hid by the thick robe, I unlocked the door before slowly opening it. The figure waiting on the other side sent my heart into overdrive. He was soaking wet, with his bleach-blonde hair stuck to his forehead. The very same clothes that he wore that day he left clung to his soaked body. My heart skipped a beat as my arms wrapped around his skinny shoulders before pulling him inside. The door shut behind him as I shoved his slender body against the slab and kissed his cold but tender lips.

Three long fucking ass years of emotion and passion flowed through me as I kissed those longing lips. As I quickly stripped off the wet clothes from his skinny body. As the thick robe covering my own body slipped to my feet before pulling his cold and wet nude form against me. Longing, desire, temptation, lust, and want all coursed through my short-circuiting brain at the same time. There was no denying the fact that my dysfunctional cock was now fully recovered. Painstakingly hard and slapping against his own rigid length. Evidence that he missed me just as much as I did him.

His slender form was easy to scoop up from the floor and carry to the couch. Our lips never disconnecting as I reached into the end table for a spare bottle of lube. With my raging cock now coated, I slid into him I one smooth thrust. His ass accepted the invitation as if it was only yesterday that we had mind-blowing sex before. His legs wrapped around my ass, pulling me further into him with each thrust.

After being away from my long lost love for so long, it was only a matter of seconds before I was on the brink of eruption. My hand slid between our stomachs, finding Troy's leaking rod. My lube slicked hand stroked his shaft with every thrust into him. His shoulders slamming into the armrest every time I plowed that tight fucking hole. He moaned into my mouth as his cock unloaded between us. It pulsed in my hand at the same tempo his ass clenched around my rod. My cock just unloaded three years' worth of sexual frustration into the man that I now loved so deeply. Into the man that finally returned back home to me.

With my head resting on his shoulder and my mouth right beside his ear, I whispered, "I missed you... I love you."

Troy whispered back, "I love you too."

With the object of my teenage fantasies now safely back in my grasp, I was determined to never let him go again. We would talk later about our future and his current medical condition. Right now though, the only thing that mattered was he is here with me once again. That Troy had bloomed back into my life after being lost for so long.