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BEAU
Sunday afternoon turned into evening with Kwan and was filled with kisses and an extremely hot hand job for both of us. After cleaning up, we sat on the sofa, snuggled under a blanket and talked for another couple of hours until finally at around eleven, he decided he needed to get home. Hana would need the car again tomorrow so staying overnight was off the table.
I went to bed feeling happy for a change. Kwan was starting to have an effect on my mental health, I could tell already, and two days later, when I got a call from one of the bars I’d dropped into on Saturday night to go in for a trial, my mood lifted even more. Perhaps things weren’t so bad after all.
The bar was called Moxie’s and had only been open a few months. They hadn’t anticipated how busy it would become, and things had rocketed for them. It was a fancy cocktail bar, more upmarket than Whispers, that was for sure.
The uniform was black trousers and a fitted black shirt with the logo on, and provided I did okay with the trial, I could be starting at the weekend.
My trial was set for Thursday evening, and before I went, I called Kwan. We’d messaged or spoken to each other daily for the last three days, but he’d been busy with university and the group in the evening. They had some new gigs coming up, and their new manager, Alan, was pushing them hard. I missed him though, missed his kisses and hugs, but at least we were still in touch with each other.
“How were rehearsals last night?”
“Brutal, even Saul never worked us this hard. The blisters on my feet have blisters, and my muscles ache. Even Kasem is struggling, and you know how he likes to be the best at everything.”
“Shame you’re not here. I could have given you a rub-down.” Flirting was not my strong point, but I was feeling horny. I’d been feeling like this since Sunday and had wanked every day to the memory of his long fingers wrapped around my dick. Just thinking about it was getting me hard.
“Now that I can get on board with. Pity you have to go work later. I could have come over. Sod tonight’s rehearsals.”
“I’ve got an hour before I need to leave. How long do you have?” I already had my hand down my shorts, squeezing the tip, feeling a bead of precum, sticky and warm.
“Enough time. What have you got in mind?”
“What are you wearing?” I heard him laugh.
“That has to be the worst sexy talk ever, but if you must know, I’m lying in bed with just my briefs on. What about you?”
“Same, but I’m on my sofa, not in bed. Just thinking about you, though, and what we did Sunday. I might be a bit horny. Fuck that, I’m a lot horny.” I groaned, gripping my dick harder. Fuck, I was close just thinking about it.
“Groaning like that is getting me all hard, Beau. I’m imagining what we did on Sunday too. I like it when I wrap my hands around us both, when you rub yourself against me. Feels so good. I’m stroking my dick now, thinking about it.”
Oh God, just remembering how it’d felt was turning me on more than the act itself. If only my phone had video, this could have been so much better.
“I really want to see you, Kwan, so you’re going to have to talk me through it. What are you doing now?” Placing my phone on the arm of the sofa, I put it on speakerphone. I needed two hands for what I had planned. I put my heels on the edge of the sofa, reaching around to tease my hole, playing with my cock at the same time.
The phone had gone silent, and for a moment, I thought he’d hung up.
“I was just stripping, sorry. I didn’t want any clothing getting in the way. Now, where were we?” He sounded as breathless as I felt. “Fuck, Beau, I’m stroking it now, twisting it. I’m speeding up now, imagining it’s your hand.” I could hear him panting and pictured him working his dick with his long fingers, the silver ring he wore glinting in the light.
“Oh, yeah. Keep doing it. I can see it now. Are you dripping for me, Kwan?”
“Yeah, I’m dripping, Beau.” I swear I could hear his slickness as he carried on stroking himself, and I was doing the same, my speed increasing as I pushed my finger in my arse, the burn making me feel. It was getting too much, but I needed to tell him.
“Now, Kwan, any minute.” I worked frantically, rushing towards my climax. I removed my finger and played with my balls, rolling them. I was so fucking close.
Kwan had stopped talking now; I only heard the sound of his laboured breathing. My orgasm hit me before I was ready for it, and I shouted out.
“Shit, Kwan, I’m coming. Oh, God, so good.” I closed my eyes as the first spurt of spunk hit high on my chest and just kept going, jet after jet of the warm fluid spilling over my fingers.
“Now, Beau.” A loud grunt accompanied his orgasm, and I could just imagine his face, those beautiful lips parting, soft breaths leaving his mouth as he came down from his high.
“That was…new. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before,” I said, huffing out a small laugh.
“Yeah, me either. It was good, though, and now I’m far too relaxed and don’t want to leave the house. I could do with a nap.”
I looked at my phone, realising we’d spent far too much time on this phone sex, and if I didn’t get a move on, I’d be late for my trial.
“Shit. As much as I want to stay talking to you, I need to go else I’ll be late. It was just what I needed, though. I feel stupid saying this, but I was missing you.”
