I shot off a text to Frank at about ten-thirty in the morning, hoping he was up. My cock annoyingly and stubbornly hard as I did it. My wife lay next to me, a teasing smile on her face as she read her book. Fuck, I hope he responded soon.
He didn’t. It took another forty minutes before I heard the ding chime from my phone. By that time, I’d already made coffee and straightened up the house a bit, my cock having subsided and my desire’s flames having cooled. That *ding* pulled all of that to the surface again.
Hopeful anticipation filled my chest as I hurriedly I made my way back to my phone, flipping it around and unlocking it. Yep, it was him.
“Of course I’m around, little one. Is everything alright?” I blushed at his pet name for me and my cock pulsed. Fuck, I still wasn’t used to another man having a pet name for me. It was both heartwarming and embarrassing.
“Yes, sir, everything’s fine. I just really – “ I stopped typing for a few seconds, working my jaw, unable to get my fingers to type the words. I poured myself another cup of coffee before continuing.