He took his time playing, his fingertips massaging me. “Want to make sure you’re good and clean back here,” he said, and I could tell he was grinning.
“Foster, you’re driving me crazy!” I practically whined. “I can’t wait much longer!”
He pressed his chest against my back and brought his lips to my neck so he could suckle the skin there. “You won’t have to,” he whispered. “It’s all I can think about, Landon.” I closed my eyes and wondered if we had time before he needed to leave for his trip. Before I had a chance to work out a plausible timeframe in my mind, Foster went on. “How about we take a trip somewhere for the weekend? We can get away from everything for a couple of days.”
I felt a surge of warmth fill my chest when I realized he wanted my first time with him to be special. “I would love that!” I said.
“I’ll see what I can work out then,” he replied, and I sensed that he was excited, too.
Foster continued sliding the soap over my skin, washing my thighs and calves. He even insisted that I lift up one foot at a time so he could wash them as well.
“Thank you,” I whispered when he stood before me once more. “For taking such good care of me.”
He brushed his lips against my forehead. “I always will, Landon.”
I didn’t try to hide my smile as I leaned against the shower wall and said, “You mind if I stay and watch while you finish washing up?”
“Not at all,” Foster replied with a chuckle. He seemed pleased at my eagerness to observe him.
I knew I could never grow tired of seeing his body. While I watched him finish showering, I was intent on committing every inch of his skin to memory. My stare moved over him again and again, and when I briefly closed my eyes, I found I could perfectly visualize his beautiful cock.
A few minutes later, we finally got out of the shower and dried off. “I’ll make us breakfast,” Foster told me. “Then I have to start getting ready for this trip.”
As the rest of the morning went by, I tried to stay out of his way and give him some space. In my room, I worked on more assignments due for my classes in the upcoming week, and it was Foster who eventually sought me out. When he appeared in my doorway, I gave him just a glance before averting my eyes. I knew it was ridiculous to already be missing him when he’d be gone for only a few days, and I tried to hide the hint of sadness already creeping over me. “Ready to go?” I asked as I closed my laptop.
“It’s about that time,” Foster said, his expression regretful. “I appreciate you giving me a ride.”
“Of course.” I grabbed my keys and phone, along with my wallet, then walked with him out into the hall, where I picked up one of his bags. As we headed downstairs, I rattled off a list of things he needed to make sure he took with him.
“Got it all,” Foster confirmed. Before we left the house, he stopped and turned toward me. “Give me a kiss goodbye, will you?” His smile was tender, and I hurried to press my lips to his. I heard him moan as our tongues met. When we reluctantly drew apart, he released a heavy sigh. “Wish I didn’t have to leave you.”
“I wish you didn’t, either,” I said. As much as I was trying to hide my despondency, I felt reassured by the fact that Foster would have stayed with me if he’d had a choice in the matter.
During the drive to the airport, we kept the conversation light. The afternoon was gorgeous, and we rolled down the windows to let the early fall breeze into the car. Only when I had to say goodbye to Foster did my smile fade. “You need me to help you carry anything?” I asked.
“I’ve got it, thanks,” Foster replied, but he didn’t open the car door right away. Instead, he turned toward me. “Landon…” he began.
“I’m going to miss you,” I blurted out, and I was glad my eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses I wore.
Foster lifted a hand as if to touch me, but then he looked around and stopped at the last moment. “I’ll miss you, too, baby,” he murmured, his gaze full of warmth. “But I’ll call you every night. I mean, if you want me to.”
“Of course I want you to,” I said softly, giving him a tender smile. God, I wanted to kiss him! It was killing me not to be able to touch him. “Have a good trip, and let me know when you’re settled in your room, okay?”
“I will. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
As soon as he left the car, I felt his absence in such a profound way that it made my chest ache. He gave me one last wave before entering the airport, and I waved back, wearing a smile for his benefit.
Once I was back home, I spent the rest of the afternoon tidying up the house. Before I changed Foster’s sheets and neatly remade the bed, I cradled his pillow in my arms, breathing in his scent. The silence of the house settled deeply around me, and I decided to play some music while doing chores.
I finished up the housework a little before six, then microwaved a frozen meal for my dinner. Though I was used to occasionally eating alone, especially when Foster was working long hours and Mom spent her evenings elsewhere, I felt lonely sitting at the table by myself. I was glad to finish the meal and then head to my room so I could distract myself with homework.
During the evening, I often glanced at my phone as if I could will Foster to call me. Trying to finish up some assigned reading proved almost impossible while I waited to hear from him.
Finally my phone rang later that night, and I scrambled to answer it. “Hey, baby,” Foster greeted me. Just the sound of his voice sent a flood of pleasant warmth through my body. “I’m in my room now.”
“Everything okay?” I wanted to know. “Did you have dinner?”
“Yep. Had a meal at a restaurant earlier. How about you? You haven’t gotten into my bourbon, have you?” he asked teasingly.
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ve been on my best behavior,” I assured him. My hand drifted to my cock, and I began stroking it to hardness through my jeans. “Feeling a little naughty right now, though.”
“Is that so?” Foster murmured. “Care to tell Daddy about it?”
“Mmm, I’d rather show you, but I’ll save that for a little later,” I said with a grin.
“I can’t wait,” he replied, and the arousal in his voice was unmistakable.
While we talked for a few minutes more, I lay on my bed and took my dick out. Swallowing a moan, I kept stroking as I listened to Foster speak. Soon I was fully erect, and it was difficult to hide the fact that my breaths were coming faster.
When we eventually said good night, I looked down at my hard cock and had to stop jerking before I made myself come. “Be sure to keep your phone nearby,” I told Foster.
“Oh, I certainly will.” He sounded playful and more than a little curious.
Once I was off the phone, I drew in a deep breath. For the first time in my life, I was going to take a dick pic, and I wanted it to be a damn good one. Just imagining Foster seeing it made a trickle of pre-cum stream from the head of my cock. I knew he loved that, so I hurried to snap a photo, all the while making sure my face wasn’t visible.
My hands were shaking a little as I sent the picture to Foster. In less than a minute, my phone rang again, and I hurried to answer it.