Page 26 of Heart Me Up
“No, but I’m still planning to.” I wiggled my eyebrows.
Foster cupped the back of my head with one hand and gave me the most romantic, swoonworthy kiss. I couldn’t remember closing my eyes, but when he broke away, it took me a moment to figure out how to open them.
“Call me when you’re in bed,” he instructed. I nodded, blinking.
Foster twisted his lips. “Um, how far away do you live? I don’t want to spoil the mood here, but I’ve got a situation in my pants I need to take care of first.”
I laughed. He kissed my cheek and, taking my hand, led me to my car.
“I’m about ten minutes from here,” I told him. “But I want to brush my teeth and stuff, so you’ve got about twenty.” I opened the car door, saddened when I was forced to drop his hand to get inside.
Foster leaned down to give me one more kiss. “I think my refractory period can handle twenty minutes.” Foster stood on the curb and watched me as I drove away. I may have sighed some more, but the Rolling Stones on the radio drowned it out so no one had to know but me.
On the drive to my house I kept expecting to start worrying or fixating on what the hell Foster and I were doing and what would happen if things did or didn’t work out. Instead I was pleasantly surprised to find myself… happy. I was looking forward to calling Foster in a few minutes, and I was optimistic about going out with him again. I couldn’t wait to tell Lisa at my next therapy session.
I’d driven fairly sedately on the way home, trying to give Foster time to get a shower and clean up. But as soon as I hit the house, I tore through my bedtime routine as fast as I could.
In moments I was bouncing naked onto the bed. I spent a few minutes determining the best angle for the video call. I decided to go on all fours. I used two pillows as a stand for the phone and shoved two more under myself. My dildo, the dragon one of course, was all lubed up. I pressed it against my hole with one hand and reached back to tap theCallbutton on my phone with the other.
Foster answered on the second ring. He was in bed, holding the phone so only his face and his naked chest were visible. When the video connected, Foster’s jaw dropped in a gratifyingly dramatic fashion. He seemed to be trying to say something, but nothing was coming out.
“Oh, hi, Foster,” I chirped in the twinky voice I’d used at the bar the other night. “I wasn’t expecting you.” He blinked, seeming confused. “But I’m glad you’re here. I’m having the hardest time.” I batted my eyes at him, though I wasn’t sure he even registered it since his stare was glued to the bottom of the screen where I was gently thrusting the dildo against my hole, barely entering it, merely squelching the lube. The edging felt amazing, and it was pretty hot in the thumbnail image. “I’m having trouble getting this big boy inside this tight little hole.” Foster licked his lips. His phone was listing to one side. “Do you think you could help me?” I arched my back a bit more.
“Um.” He cleared his throat and righted the phone. I adjusted mine slightly and reached under myself to cup my balls, making sure my fingers were visible between my legs. “Fuck,” Foster whispered.
“I hope that means you’ll help me,” I reminded him playfully.
“Oh. Um, right. What do you need?” His breath was coming faster.
What I needed was to see what his other hand was doing. “Are you jerking off? Can I watch?”
Foster peered at the phone. “Oh, sorry. Here.” He changed his angle and propped the phone against something on the bed. Now I could see his body from thighs to chest. I’d lost the view of his face, but I could make this work. A few tattoos peeked through his chest hair, but I’d have to check those out another time. Foster had been jacking off, and his dick was shiny with lube. He was nicely proportional, but that was about all I could tell between the size of the image on the phone and his hand sliding up and down ceaselessly. Foster took the hand that’d been holding the phone and mirrored my grip on his own balls. He rolled them and groaned. His other hand moved faster on his dick.
“That’s right, Foster. And it’s time. I need you to push inside me.” I arched back even more as I slowly breached my hole with the dildo. I’d never watched myself do this before, and even though my neck wasn’t going to be happy with me tomorrow, the multicolored silicone going between my cheeks was riveting. But I also couldn’t stop watching Foster, so I was having to glance back and forth between the thumbnail image of me and the larger image of Foster’s hand moving like lightning on his dick. Time to bring this home.
Without warning Foster, I shoved the rest of the dildo inside my body. “Foster,” I cried out at the pleasure while I waited for my body to adjust.
Foster answered my cry, and I watched the ropes of come spraying his chest and neck. Needing to join him, I pulled on the dildo. It was large enough it hit my prostate on every thrust in and out. Wanting more, I added a twist to the motion. “God, Foster!” I shouted as the head of the dildo now hit my sweet spot from a different direction. My balls tightened and my dick throbbed, the orgasm spreading out through my body.
I fell over onto my side, cum-soaked pillows going everywhere and the dildo still inside me. I fumbled for the phone and brought it to my face to see Foster had done the same.
“Fuck, Craig. That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.”
“Yeah?” I smiled dopily at him. I was so falling for Foster. It was way too fast, but it was also too late to stop.
“Yeah. Sorry I was a little slow to pick up on your role play.”
I snickered. “No worries. I wanted to surprise you.”
A sleepy grin crossed his face. “You accomplished that, for sure.”
After a few more minutes we said goodnight and ended the call. I carefully withdrew the dildo, then I hauled myself out of bed to go into the bathroom and clean up.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter12
Foster
