I've known Jim since I was ten years old and I was always fascinated by him. He was a couple of years older and because of this I thought he was very cool and wanted to emulate him as much as possible.
He wore glasses so naturally I wanted to wear glasses. He wore a certain style of shirt, I wanted to wear the same kind. I had an obsession with him that I couldn't explain or understand. I just knew that I liked him.
I'm an adult now, mid forties divorced but happy with my life for the most part. I lost track of Jim many years ago due to him moving and didn't think about him like I used to. That is until I got a friend request from him on Facebook.
Now, I won't say I forgot about him but he wasn't present in my mind like he used to be when I was younger but the friend request brought a lot of thoughts and feelings rushing back.
I accepted his request and within minutes he texted me asking how I was doing. We exchanged friendly small talk for several minutes until he said he had to go but he was coming home for vacation and was hoping we could meet up for old times sake.
I said sure and we both said goodbye. I leaned back in my chair as thoughts of meeting him again raced through my mind. I checked his profile and specifically looked through his photos.
He was attractive, very attractive. With each photo I looked at the more aroused I became and the more excited I was to see him again.
I considered myself bisexual despite not ever having had any type of encounter with another man just watching porn and using a dildo on myself while I fantasised about being with a man. Seeing all the photos of Jim made me very horny so I decided to use my dildo to take care of it.
Over the next few weeks as I anxiously waited for Jim's arrival I spent a lot of time thinking about him while I used my dildo. The last time I was this obsessed with someone was my ex wife long before our marriage went sideways and I have never been this turned on by a man before.
Finally one day I got the text I've been waiting for, Jim was home. He said he would come by to visit in a day or two once he spent some quality time with his family. This gave me time to think about what I wanted to say to him because up to this point I hadn't really thought about that. All I knew is that I wanted to be next to him and see what happens.
Two days later a knock came on my door,it was Jim. He had gotten taller since I last saw him. Close to six feet or more.
He stretched out his arms and hugged me. I invited him in and asked if he wanted anything.
"A cup of coffee would be nice." he replied, ``if it's not too much trouble that is."