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I hate taking the time to text because then I can’t touch myself. For a brief moment, I consider telling him we can video. I can do that without showing my face, but then, there’s something sexy about doing it this way as well, about not even knowing what his voice sounds like and just hearing what I create in my head.

Me: Yes.

GameOn057: How’d you taste?

Me: Good.

GameOn057: That doesn’t answer my question.

Oh shit. He wants me to give more descriptive words, to put into detail what it was like to taste myself for him. My skin heats, but in a welcome way—one that’s challenging and arousing because, again, I’ve never done something like this before. My experience is so limited.

But I want to do it, want to know what it feels like to jerk off with a random man online and talk about eating my own cum. It’s fresh and new, and I crave that.

I give myself another few strokes, squeeze the head of my dick, and when I start leaking again, I use my finger to swipe it up too, then put my finger in my mouth again.

Had to do it twice, I admit.

GameOn057: Fuck, that’s hot.

I smile, liking that, wanting to turn him on even though he doesn’t even know what I look like.

Me: A little sweet…sweeter than I expected, but there’s a hint of salt there too.

I think for a moment, not pressing send yet, and then just let myself type the first words that come to mind.

Me: It tastes like want. Desire. Excitement.

GameOn057: Fuck, man. That might be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard. I’ll give you all that. God, if we ever meet, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.

My body shakes, like an earthquake is rocking the foundation of me. I have no doubt he would. I don’t know how I can get that from some random guy I don’t really know, but I do.

Me: Do I get to see a picture of your dick too?

It’s only a few seconds later that a shot comes through. I see his thick thighs, dark hair, gorgeous brown skin—a shade or two deeper than mine. He’s got his hand on his dick too, and damn, it’s fucking big. Hard and leaking like mine, big, heavy balls, surrounded by black curls. He’s sitting on a red-and-gold comforter.

GameOn057: Speechless?

I don’t let myself overthink it, don’t worry about what he will think or how it will sound, and just let myself answer honestly.

Me: Admiring it…wondering what it tastes like.

I wait for the unease to come at admitting that, to feel embarrassed or unsure, but I don’t. Maybe because this feels so safe and he doesn’t know who I am.

GameOn057: You can have a taste any time you want. Now why don’t you stroke that thick dick of yours for me?

I pump some lotion into my hand, wrap it around my shaft, and do exactly as he says.

I know exactly how to touch myself for maximum pleasure, the grip strength I like to start with, every place my dick is extra sensitive, and I give it everything I have—wanting to feel good, yes, but also wanting to come for GameOn057 and hope he comes just as hard for me.

GameOn057: You doing it?

I use my other hand to let him know I am.

GameOn057: That’s real fuckin’ good. You don’t worry about typing unless you want to tell me something. For now, I’m just going to talk through making you shoot the load in those full fucking balls of yours. Good?

It’s there in the back of my head, how hard it is to really type and jerk off at the same time, but I’m already losing myself to the pleasure. It already feels so fucking incredible that I don’t want to stop. I want to keep chasing this feeling until I do exactly as he said, and then later, I’ll figure out how he’s typing and jerking at the same time.

Me: Yes.