Exclusive Excerpt from Bishop: A True Lover’s Story

by A.E Via.

“I’ve been lying here thinking how much I wanted to have dinner with you tonight, how much I want to take you out to dinner. I can’t cook, so I’m not even going to embarrass myself there.”

Edison laughed, settling more comfortably into his soft sheets. He swept his hand over the empty mattress beside him, anxious for the day that Bishop would be lying there with him and he hoped that day would come sooner rather than later. Bishop kept talking, his rough voice luring Edison into a warm sense of comfort and slow-burning stimulation.

“Tomorrow I’m going fishing with my dad, we tried last Sunday but it stormed. But, Monday after work, I wanted to come over so I can finish clearing out the weeds against the house where the flowerbed will be. The sooner I get some chemical applications down for weed control, the better. I’m already starting pretty late in the season. It’ll only take a couple hours to finish that.”

“Okay. I may have to work late on Monday. I have a meeting with a client at four, but you can let yourself in, I never lock the gate.”

“I’ll do that,” Bishop agreed.

There was a long pause while he listened to Bishop’s deep breaths and the periodic hitches in his voice. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Just listening to you, Eddie.”

Edison shook when he ran his hand over his bare chest as Bishop’s words raised goosebumps over his body. “I like it when you call me that,” he said, his own voice sounding off. “I don’t let anyone else call me that.”

“Good.”

Edison hadn’t pleasured himself in a long time but he was positive he was going to tonight. There was no way he would be able to sleep. His dick was throbbing, and crowded awkwardly in his boxers. He wanted to let it out, but he knew he’d whimper the moment his hot flesh hit the cool air, so he just barely refrained. But, god, it hurt so bad.

“I’m gonna let you go because… I just… mmmm. Yeah. I’m gonna go.” Bishop’s voice sounded strained, and just as husky as his own. “I’ll talk to you soon, handsome.”

Bishop hung up quickly, not giving him a chance to respond but he believed he understood why. Edison tossed his cell onto the bed and the next second he had his shorts shoved down to his knees and his hand fisting his shaft. It was too embarrassing for him to think about how fast it happened as his back bowed off the bed and his come splattered his chest. Bishop’s name lingered on his parted lips, his head reeling at what he’d just done and how hard he’d come.

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