Page 21 of Swim Crush

PillowByter: No.

PillowByter: I have three.

CircusTent: Tease.

Once the photo came through – his perfect ass snug in a black micro jock – I replied with one of my hard dick and the conversation took a rather explicit turn.

PillowByter: That monster would be in my mouth every night.

CircusTent: Leave the jock on and get my cock nice and slick.

PillowByter: Can’t wait for your full balls to drain themselves all over my face.

CircusTent: My fingers are prepping your hole.

PillowByter: I’m ready.

PillowByter: Fuck me.

I closed my eyes and pumped my fist up and down, tugging my balls with the other hand. In my head, they were slapping Pillow’s perfect ass, over and over, but I was close, and the fastest way to orgasm was to pull down on them hard. That increased the sensations along the shaft and made for quicker strokes. My foreskin couldn’t slide up and down as easily.

Fuck.

I bit my lip to prevent me inadvertently crying out. All I needed was one of my brothers to come in here channeling their inner Logan and catch me. I was teased enough as a teenager, I didn’t need to hear the same stuff as an almost adult.

What I did need was a towel.

My cum rag wasn’t something I decided to bring home for the holidays, so a t-shirt would have to suffice. Despite having it, I still made a mess.

CircusTent: Damn, that was good.

PillowByter: Did you make a mess?

CircusTent: Always. You?

PillowByter: Cleaning up now.

CircusTent: Shirt or washcloth?

PillowByter: Fingers and mouth.

I could’ve sworn my spent dick twitched on my stomach. After dipping a finger into the few drops of cum that had pooled there, I brought it to my mouth and imagined I was feeding it to him instead.

I wanted to say so much, but I was afraid of killing the fantasy. Was he as cute as his ass was perfect? Would he be as adventurous in person as he was over the phone? Would I?

But these questions were pointless.

It wasn’t a formal relationship or anything.

Although we had started the regular chat dates.

PillowByter: Too much?

Shit. I was in my head for too long.

CircusTent: No! Fuck no. You short-circuited my brain.

CircusTent: You are a sex god.