ScoringChance217:It sounds shitty when you put it that way.
Me:Sorry not sorry.
Me:It’s the truth.
ScoringChance217:You’re right.
Me:Have you even been with a man before?
ScoringChance217:Yes, as well as women.
ScoringChance217:I know what I like, and I know what I want. Just figuring out the other stuff as I go.
Me:It’s kind of like ripping off a bandaid. Once you do it, it’s over, and you can finally start living your life.
Me:The people who truly love you won’t care, and the ones who don’t will see themselves out like the trash always does.
ScoringChance217:I like your mentality.
Me:You’ve seen my pictures. I think you like more than my mentality
ScoringChance217:I do. Your body is very sexy.
Me:Send me something. I’d like to see you.
ScoringChance217:What do you want to see?
Me:Whatever you’re comfortable with showing me.
ScoringChance217:*insert picture*
ScoringChance217:This good?
I stare down at my phone, eyes wide and lips parted.
Olive skin and cut abs fill my screen. The stranger has his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, but it cuts off so I can’t see its entirety.
Me:Damn.
Me:Will you show me more?
Me:Or we can switch to a video chat.
There’s a short pause before he responds, and I expect him to decline.
ScoringChance217:Okay, but I won’t show my face.
I click on the call button, and wait for him to accept.
When the video chat opens, it’s practically pitch-black in his room, aside from a dim light illuminating where his hand is wrapped around his cock.
“I’ve never done this before,” he whispers, his voice raspy.
“You’re doing just fine.” I keep my voice low, to prevent the possibility of him recognizing it. “You have a really nice dick, by the way.”
The silhouette is long and thick, but nottoothick. I can barely make out the dark hair surrounding, but it seems neat and not overgrown.
He chuckles. “You do too.”
