Long Time Coming
I didn’t recognize the number, but darn lucky for me I picked it up instead of checking my messages first. The deep Latino voice on the phone was familiar. It asked, “Ricky, is it true? I heard through the alumni grapevine you’re finally single.”
“José? Is that you?” I asked, hoping it was. My d**k was already getting hard at the thought of him calling me.
“Of course, it is. I’m so hurt. How could you forget my voice?” he asked. I could tell from his tone he was teasing.
“First,” I said, “You’re in a car, so I’m having trouble hearing you. And second, no one has called me Ricky in years, so does that tell you how long it’s been since we’ve talked, sir?”
“Yeah, but your friend Ben told me you jerk off thinking about me f*****g you. All the time.”
What? “Holy moly! Why
