In the days that followed I replayed the events of that day over and over in my mind. Satisfied but hungry for more. I wanted to do more with Jim. I just hoped he wanted it as well.
I wanted to call him but I didn't want to appear desperate. I would pick up the phone,dial his number but hang up before the first ring.
At night I would lay in my bed, stroking my cock,thinking about that day cumming hard every time
One day as I was about to call him a knock came at my door. I went out to open it only to see him on the other side.
"Mind if I come in," he asked.
"Not at all," I replied as I moved to one side to let him through.
I led him to the kitchen and offered him something to drink. He said coffee would be fine so got two cups and proceeded to get it ready.
I poured two cups and brought them over to the table placing his in front of him along with a spoon.
We engaged in small talk as we each prepared our coffee as we liked. I was nervous and excited all at once but kept my composure because as far as I knew this was just a short visit and nothing more.
Remember what I said about maybe doing more the nxt time." he asked as he stirred his coffee.
"Oh yeah sure," I said, trying to contain myself.
"Well,I'm leaving a bit sooner than planned and I didn't want to leave you hanging," he said with his blue eyes staring right at me.
I was both anxious and sad when he said this. I wanted to do more, yes but hated the fact that he had to leave, especially since I had no idea when,or even if he'd return.
