Sol: It’s gonna be worth the wait, I promise you.
Butch: Gonna hold you to that.
Sol: Whereas I just want to hold you. Bye for now.
Saturday, September 17
Sol: Still holding on there?
Butch: woke up this morning and started pulling on it without thinking.
Sol: Did you cum?
Butch: No, but fuck, it was hard.
Sol: LMAO. Are we talking about your cock, or the effort it took not to keep going?
Butch: Both.
Sol: I’m proud of you.
Butch: What is there to be proud of?
Sol: You didn’t have to do this. You could’ve lied. If you jerked off, I’d never know.
Butch: But I’d know. I’m not doing this just to prove I can - although that is part of it.
Sol: Then why?
Butch: I’m doing it because you asked me to.
Sol: Fuck. You know what I want to be doing right this second?
Butch: Teasing the cum out of me?
Sol: No. Kissing you, until your lips are red and swollen and you’ve got beard rash.
Butch: Now you’ve done it.
Sol: Done what?
Butch: I’m thinking about kissing you, and I’m like a fucking rock.
Sol: Tomorrow night, okay? Find someplace where we can talk without being heard.
Butch: You still want me?
Sol: More than ever. Can’t wait to hold your naked body against mine.
Butch: Sol… You’re doing it again.
Sol: Then I’ll stop. Tomorrow. You and me. A video call, if you think you can deal with that.
Butch: You watched me finger my ass and more. I think I can deal with it.
Sol: Goodnight.
Butch: Night.