Page 56 of Wingmen

Elliot had done this once before, with a girl; her pictures made him feel a bit uneasy, and he’d been too embarrassed to send anything back. These pictures made him feel shameless. The thought of sending one back was making him crazy hard.

He reached up and flipped on the light. Propping the phone against the pillows, he went to the middle of the bed, pushed down his waistband until his cock sprang out, dark and leaking, and knelt with his knees wide. He’d forgotten to put the phone on a timer, had to shuffle awkwardly back on his knees with his dick sticking out of his sweats to do that, and then barely managed to get himself back in position and remember to hike up his t-shirt before the flash went off.

He sent it. The phone buzzed.

Holy fuck. Yes please.

Elliot’s face ignited. He took off his shirt and took another, held the phone up by his chest and snapped a picture from above. He sent them and waited, stroking faster.

Fuck. So hot, Bennet replied. And a moment later.I never got a pic like that from a guy. Or sent one

Me neither.

Your cock is fucking beautiful.A long pause then,WOW i can’t believe i just sent that text, and four startled emojis in a row.

Elliot laughed, blushing furiously, stroking harder, faster. He was already getting close. He wanted Bennet for real, here on the bed, stretched out with his abs outlined and his hand cupping his balls. Even blurry. That would have been fine.

Another message came through:I’m close

Me too

Send me one more?

Heat shot down Elliot’s spine. Dustin Bennet was straight up asking him for a dirty picture tohelp him come?That was without a doubt the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. The alternate reality was basically fucking with him at this point. He’d better make it good.

He put the phone on burst and held it over his head and angled it to get his whole body in the shot from above. He spread his knees and looked up into the camera, working himself furiously and praying he’d be able to keep his shit together to pull it off, and then right as he came, snapped the photo.

Ten snaps went off as his cock jerked and his release splashed all over his chest, and all Elliot could think as it happened was,Fuck, I hope this works.

He turned the phone around to look, and it had. He couldn’t believe it. He sent all ten pictures before he could change his mind, then knelt with the phone in his hand, catching his breath, and waited.

It was a little while before anything came back. And then a lot came back, one after the other.

Christ Rodriguez

Holy fucking Christ

That was so hot

Holy shit i just came so hard

A moment, then:

Jesus. I’m spent

Elliot laughed, breathless. He flipped off the light and flopped back into the pillows and lay staring into the screen, not sure what to say. Goodnight? Thank you? Just send another picture of the mess he’d made of the sheets?

Another text popped up.Was that okay?

Elliot frowned.What do you mean?

IDK. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything. With some old man.

Elliot rolled his eyes.you’re twenty-nine bro stop being a little bitch about it

Bennet sent the laughing face.Thanks.

Elliot chewed his lip. Then mustered up all the courage that was left in him – significantly less, post-nut – and sent,Can i have one more picture?