Captain Kenny

After work

I wait for him to come home from work so desperate for him that my mouth won’t stop watering. I have already unbuttoned my shirt, leaving my chest slightly exposed. You can tell I’m already breathing heavy, my nerves making my fingers shake. I can feel precum soaking into my black breifs. I’m so ready I begin to tease my nipples, fingers gently tugging and caressing. They turn hard easily to my touch. I imagine his lips around them, his eyes looking up at me. I’m starving.

He’ll arrive any moment now. My dick twitches at every little sound. I spread my legs, push my ass up on the edge of the couch, and wait.

I’m shaking as soon as the lock on the door clicks. He steps in, his bright eyes widen at the sight of me. Knowingly, he doesn’t have to say a word. He sets his keys down on the coffee table, steps into the bathroom and locks the door. I’m so fucking hard, but I stay put. I put my hands on my knees and breathe.

He steps out of the bathroom and toward me. I study every way every muscle moves. I’m flooded with anticipation. Will he want me like this? I swallow hard.

He kneels between my knees and looks up at me. I lift my hips, let my buldge touch the tip of his lips. His mouth opens slightly. I take this as his acceptance. He stands and stares for a moment, still asking no questions. Then his hands move to his belt. He takes it off deliberately and sets it next to me.

He looks right into my eyes as he unbuttons his jeans, sliding them off and then folding them. He’s letting me know that what’s about to happen will be on his terms because I’m being demanding waiting for him like this. He’s showing me I have to be patient.

But I can see how hard he is for me. I can see that his nerves start to electrify for me. His face almost softens for a moment. It’s taking every bit of willpower to say nothing, to not part my lips and beg. He looks so good and I’ve been waiting so long.

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