Authors note: my stories seem to get the hits but few comments, shall I leave these two alone and embark on a different theme? Let me know.
Day one post Peter, he didn't call.
Day two post Peter, no call or message.
Day five, no contact, I was getting worried.
I started to think I had made a complete fool of myself thinking that this lovely mature man thought anything of me at all.
When out of the house I began to look at other men but oddly I wasn't attracted to any of them, I felt no desire to try and approach guys even if they were openly gay, I wanted Peter.
It had now been a week since our first meeting and I had woken every morning running the events through my head lying on the bed where we had our hot sex together.
This inevitably led to my cock becoming rock solid and a furious wank ensued remembering his lovely hard shaft, kissing his mouth and how my glans slid into his firm hairy arse and then losing my anal virginity to him.
I came within a minute shooting my creamy load over my pale smooth tummy.
When alone at home my sessions became even more intense, I dressed in my lingerie and sat in front of the mirror that had witnessed our passion. My realistic dildo was left in the box, I had no desire for fake cock now I wanted a real live penis, well only if it was attached to Peter.
One afternoon dressed up and in my room I had an idea, retrieving my lonely dildo from the box I used the suction base to attach it to the glass and began to suck on the plastic glans. Pulling my erect cock from my panties I lost control spurting my cum on the mirror.
But it wasn't Peter.
Day eight post Peter.
I sulked around the house not wanting to talk to anyone particularly, my parents were bustling around seemingly getting ready for some event or other.
"David honey we're going now" my mother called up the stairs.
Going? Going where I wondered.
Then I had a vague recollection that my fathers law firm were having a winter black tie event and as a partner he was expected to attend.
I ambled downstairs to see them pulling on coats and checking that they had everything.
"Food in the fridge honey" said my mum, pecking me on the cheek as they turned to leave, "Don't wait up it's going to be a late one" she called as they exited the house.
I watched as the car swung into the street and disappeared from view.
Returning to my room I undressed for another solo session I selected my favouite knickers and pulled them on. Admiring my figure in the mirror my cock began to stiffen, turning sideways I looked at my shaft pressed hard under the see through lace fabric.
My phoned pinged, Peter!
Hands trembling I opened the message on my phone.
"Hi Baby Boy, I have waited to contact you on purpose, I wanted you to process what happened between us to give you time to think things through.
I know your parents are away this evening and would like to invite you to come over, I have bought you some new things which I think you will like. If you are interested be here before six, if not no hard feelings, I completely understand and can assure you that my lips are sealed."
My cock had risen just reading the message from him and I was finding it difficult not to pay my hardon any attention.
Shaking I hastily texted back.
