Butch: UR evil.
Sol: Like I said, not denying it. Now put that pretty cock away and get back to work.
Butch: Hey, you messaged me, remember?
Sol: LOL
Wednesday, September 14
Sol: You doing okay?
Butch: Yes.
Sol: That’s all I get?
Butch: Yes.
Sol: You’re just scared that anything you say will provide me with ammunition, aren’t you?
Butch: [eye-roll emoji]
Sol: So I’m not allowed to show you this?
[video: A close-up of Sol’s ass, his finger sliding in and out of his hole, his breathing shallow]
[voice] Can’t wait to feel your dick in here. Was thinking about it all last night.
[video ends]
Butch: U fucker.
Sol: I don’t need ammunition. My head is already full of you. And soon, my ass will be full of you too.
Butch: Going now. Bye.
Thursday, September 15
Sol: 4 days.
Butch: You like torturing me, don’t you?
Sol: Of course. How else would I get my shits & giggles? You’re a delicious distraction from my work.
Butch: Working with a hard-on is not fun.
Sol: Are you hard right now?
Butch: Yes.
Sol: Show me.
Butch: No.
Sol: Please.
[photo of Butch’s flushed hard cock]
Sol: Look at that. My mouth is watering. My hole is clenching. No, really, it’s got a life all of its own, because I’m looking at your dick and letting myself imagine.