The rest of the work day was a write off. Mentally I was at home, naked, waiting in my bedroom to see if I'd get a message from him either way. I continued to check my phone every 3 minutes to see if he'd read the message but by 5pm he still hadn't even logged in.
On the drive home I kept telling myself it was ok. I could just try and find another hook up later to try and satisfy my horniness but I really knew that the thing I wanted was to be his quick cum catcher. For him to not even acknowledge me and just blast his hot jizz deep in my neck after a single thrust. But perhaps he wasn't keen or deleted the app or was away somewhere.
When I got home I decided to distract myself. I did a workout, vacuumed, cooked a nice dinner (all fully naked, of course) and forced myself not to look at my phone throughout all of it. And it mostly worked. It was then about 8pm. Dark enough outside that I could have an early night and not feel like a grandpa so I turned off the lights in the house and went up to my bedroom to watch a movie and doze off. I was frustrated but also pleased with myself that I didn't spend the whole night wanking and obsessing like I had the previous evenings. I opened Netflix and put on the latest schlocky action movie and let my mind go blank while watching.
At about 9:30pm my phone buzzed. By that time it was nearing the climax of whatever I was watching so I almost didn't bother checking but the tiny horny part of my brain that still held on to hope guided my hand and that's when I saw the notification. I tapped it to reveal a single splash (💦) emoji from the guy in response to my message. I think I got slightly light-headed at how quickly the blood rushed away from my brain and into my dick. I still wasn't sure if he was there because I hadn't heard the side gate open due to the movie but I rushed downstairs, my cock continuing to harden with every bouncing step, and slid open my back door to reveal him there, fully naked without even shoes on, watching porn on his phone with his headphones in while furiously fucking his fist.
I stepped out onto to grass and within three strides I was in front of him, sinking to my knees and then just as my wide open mouth was mere millimetres from his deep red cockhead, he unleashed a torrent of steaming hot white cum right onto my tongue. He pulled his hand off his cock and grabbed a fist of my hair and slid his dick deep into my throat as the second, third and seemingly unending subsequent pulses of cum shot out of his rock hard meat, each with a corresponding groan from him. I was in absolute cum sucking heaven. Less than a minute ago I was on my bed and now I was naked on my knees with my throat gloriously slimy and full of hot cock.
As quickly as it happened, he was done. He pulled his slightly softened penis out of my mouth, let go of my hair, took a step back and walked towards the gate to leave me there on my knees. I didn't even watch him go. I just listened to the soft crunching steps on the grass as I pumped my dick the three or four times I needed to be able to bust my load on the lawn. Fuck. It had been exactly what I hoped for.
As I caught my breath and tasted his load on the back of my tongue, I slowly stood back up and returned inside marvelling at how easy it has all been. No fuss, I just sent him my idea and he was interested enough to do it. It definitely made me start to think what other scenarios we could try.
And I then realised that he didn't put any clothes on before leaving or seem to actually have any clothes with him. The only thing in his hands was his phone the whole time and I don't think he picked anything up as he walked away.
