Page 19 of Swim Crush

PillowByter: I’ll be honest.

PillowByter: I haven’t stopped thinking about what it’d be like to get fucked by you.

Holy fuck.

I reached into my sweats and adjusted my hardening dick. PillowByter was horny and making me even more so. I weighed going to eat versus heading back to the dorm for an intimate session with my growing cock.

“Do you need a few minutes?”

“Huh? What?”

“Are you going to eat with me or are you going to hit the bathroom and jack off first?”

I sputtered, trying to think of a reply, but Danny continued.

“I can wait if you need a few minutes.”

“No, that’s alright.”

CircusTent: Will you be around in an hour or so?

CircusTent: This conversation is causing a disturbance in my pants that isn’t appropriate for public consumption.

PillowByter: Oh really?

PillowByter: I’ll admit it’s easier to flirt with you this way than in person.

CircusTent: Have you ever flirted with me in person?

“Watch out for the pole!”

Whoa! Danny yanked me sideways, just as I glanced up and saw the street lamp flash in front of me.

“I guess I should probably put the phone away while I’m walking,” I said.

“You think?” Danny shook his head and smiled.

As soon as we sat down with our food, I pulled my phone back out.

PillowByter: I’m not sure our interactions count as flirting.

I showed Danny the message.

“Well, that proves he is in front of your nose.”

I groaned. “I wish he’d reveal himself.”

Danny laughed, and then I realized what I said and joined him.

“Oh please, you like the attention, Mike.”

I considered that while I took a bite of grilled chicken. “Fine. I can admit it’s been fun.”

PillowByter: I can be on later if that’s easier for you.

CircusTent: It’s a date.

Shit.