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Like I wasn’t done yet.

MetalMonkey: And if I am?

BaskarKnight: Color me intrigued, Metal. Are you? I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not. If you are, then fuck you. If you’re not…I might need a little proof–just a little. Just enough to confirm since you fuck with me so much.

My body got cold, and though the want and need were still there, I got tense.

I wasn’t dense–that was a crossroads moment, and I knew it. I could say I was joking, and we’d go back to being friends like normal.

Except…was it ever really normal?

Knight had reached out to me because I was on a hook-up app, so he must have been attracted to me. He must have wanted this then, and I wanted something out of the app…maybe it was this.

Curiously trying something new, somewhere safe. I was home, on an anonymous app, with Knight.

I was safe to…explore.

Maybe.

Before I could second-guess that confidence, I opened up the camera in the app and snapped a picture of my hand over the blanket, gripping my dick through the fabric–I'd never sent a nude before, and I wasn’t sure how I'd feel about that yet.

Hitting send could only happen with my eyes closed, and the phone turned away from me.

But Knight’s response was almost instant.

BaskarKnight: Your show, Metal. You ask, you get, so tell me what you want from me.

MetalMonkey: Just…more of that from before. It felt good.

BaskarKnight: Okay. You like being praised, then, Metal? I can see why–it’s so easy to praise you. I mean, you’re gorgeous, so there’s that, but look how well you listened. I asked for proof, and you didn’t even hesitate. You’re such a good boy for me, Metal. I’m so proud of you.

Oh god–it was good.

My hand shot back to my shaft and took hold so much tighter this time, chasing the end for the first time…in a really long time. I wanted it so badly, and I was groaning out like crazy all alone, one hand on my phone to keep looking.

Because no matter how I spun it in my head to make it not true, this was coming from Knight.

It felt this good because of him.

BaskarKnight: I don’t want to push you, Metal. You tell me what you want, and it's yours. Do you want to see something from me? Do you want me to just keep sending messages?

MetalMonkey: Anything. Please.

MetalMonkey: So close.

BaskarKnight: I would give anything to see it, baby… Fuck, you’re so good–look how bad I want you, Metal.

*new picture*

The groan I let out at seeing Knight was just…fuck.

It was just his bottom half, shorts shoved down, and a long, hard cock in his hand. It was red and swollen, a lot like how mine looked right now, only his had a little ball of silver sticking out of the tip.

A surprise piercing–that fucking guy.

My eyes were stuck on the picture, taking in every inch of pale skin and every vein in his arm flexing from how hard he was gripping himself. He had tattoos on his legs that caught my eye, but one more glance at his dick and I was done–I was falling over the edge whether I wanted to or not.

And there was no mistaking it–I was cumming from that picture.