Page 61 of Tough Guy and the Show Off

Please let him be hard. This is gonna be fucking embarrassing if he’s not into this at all. My fears are quickly quashed when his thick cock fills the tiny screen. My mouth waters with need and I wish even more desperately that we were together.

“Fuck, that’s looks good, Trav.”

“You do this to me, Beau.” He angles the phone back to his face. “I wish…” He shakes his head.

“I do too.”

His eyes grow heavy and, I can tell from the motion of his arm that he’s stroking it. I’m torn between wanting to watch his face and wanting to see his dick.

We fall silent, our heavy breathing and soft moans the only sounds between us as we jerk off together like we have many times before, but this feels different.

Weighted.

There are things I haven’t said, and I’m not sure I want to now the trade’s happened.

“Fuck,” Trav mumbles, his hand moving quicker.

“Let me see.”

Trav angles the phone down again, and I gasp as my cock leaks more precum in response to the visual. His cock is slick and veiny, the head red and sticky, and fuck me, I really want that in my mouth. Or in my ass. That thought stokes the fire in my core. Next time. That was the promise he made, and I’m going to hold on to it.

“See… you…” Trav grunts, so I oblige. “Yessss,” he hisses. “Fuck, Beau, you’re so hot.”

“You are. I’m gonna come.”

“Mm, me too.”

“I need you, Trav. Always.”

“Beau,” he moans.

“Let me see it. Let me see the cum shooting out of your cock for me.”

As Trav moans through the phone, I stroke even faster, desperate for the release I need, but it wouldn’t be nearly as good without my best friend making obscene noises in my ear.

“I’m imagining my fingers inside you, Beau.”

“Fuck, now I am too.”

“You’re so hot and tight and soft. I bet my dick would feel even better. Fuuuuuck.”

His cock shoots, and the sight sends me tumbling over the edge right behind him, imagining everything he’s promising, his dick in my ass, us covered in each other’s cum. Fuck, I want that so badly.

I stroke myself through it, trembling as I unload into my fist, using my own cum to ease the friction.

When it finally runs its course, I lift the phone to my face to find Trav lying back on his bed, his arm across his sweaty forehead, a satisfied smile on his face.

“I need you,” I say quietly.

He nods. “I need you too.” He laughs softly. “Sorry. I was being a jealous prick. I guess I don’t know how to feel happy for you and miss you at the same time.”

“We’ll figure that out together, because same.”

We’re quiet for a few seconds until Trav says, “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“At the bar, this woman came over to me. Her name was Carrie. She was really hot and funny. She knew a lot about hockey, and she was obviously down for whatever.”