That’s his name in this place.
In my heart and on my lips it is something else.
For here, Remus will have to do.
Did I tell you yet that he tastes wonderful?
His skin always smells of soap and tastes of warm bread.
His cock smells musky and feels so good under my tongue.
He tastes so good.
Many times, I dream of kneeling at his knees while he’s eating his lunch with me.
Many times, I yearn so clearly that I can feel his cock on my tongue.
I yearn to suck his cock while he eats his lunch.
That he leans back and enjoys his lunch while I roll my tongue around on his cock is just the most lovely idea.
I often think how good it would be to just eat later…