Page 11 of Swim Crush

CircusTent: Is that an invitation?

PillowByter: I wish! Why do you think all the notes and now this?

PillowByter: I might be a flirt, but I’m shy as fuck.

CircusTent: So you show me your perfect ass and now you’re shy? I don’t buy it.

PillowByter: So it was perfect?

CircusTent: Fuck, yes.

PillowByter: Good to know your weakness.

PillowByter: I showed you mine…

Cheeky bastard.

CircusTent: You already know I’m stacked. :-P

PillowByter: I’ve seen a lot, but now you have something to use as your phone’s wallpaper and all I have are memories.

His sense of humor was definitely a match for mine. Before I could respond, more messages came through.

PillowByter: But maybe I should’ve left a little more mystery?

PillowByter: I don’t want you to think I’m easy.

PillowByter: Good night, Mike.

What? Wait!

Before I even hit send, I knew that he was already offline. I scrolled back up to his butt and resumed stroking. The idea that he knew who I was based on my body was fucking hot. Sure, it was a little stalkery, but he was funny, he was flirty, and his ass was magnificent. It wasn’t like he had a lock of my hair in a necklace or anything.

Probably not?

I was close, so I draped a t-shirt on my stomach and pulled up some twink getting double-teamed on Pornhub on my phone to finish.

After Pillow’s forwardness, it didn’t take long. As I groaned and bucked, the cum shot out of my dick onto the shirt. With each spurt, I felt more satisfied and warm and smiley.

The gods of masturbation must've been watching out for me because as soon as I wiped up and tossed the shirt on the floor, the door opened. The beam of light from the hall illuminated the entire room. Logan was back.

“Hmm, howdy sailor, smells like someone just had a wank in here.”

I was loath to answer but did. “It smells like that all the time.”

“I knew you were still awake.”

I heard him moving through the dark. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Just me trying to sleep here.”

“Riiight.”

“Where the fuck have you been anyway?” I asked.

His bedside light turned on and I looked over to see him pull his shirt off.

“I was studying.”

“Without any books?”