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It’sthe day before Christmas Eve and Mom had me up at 6 am, helping her clean and prepare the holiday meal. My parents are hosting Christmas Eve like usual. As was typical the last few years, my mom is making the holiday a huge production that entails bossing me around all day while I help her get the house up to her exacting standards.
It’s hard to focus, though, when my mind is on Alex and the messages he’s sending me. Today’s started serious, with a few articles about knotting, mostly scientific theories and a couple of blog posts. While Alex hasn’t mentioned it again, I know he’s kind of worried about what happened. I’m not. It has me thinking, of course. I wonder what triggered it and what it means. But, it was one of the most exciting moments of my life, so I’m not going to question it too hard.
Then the texts start to get a little less PG. The first is a picture of Alex shirtless and sweaty, in a bathroom selfie in what I assume is his mom’s house. Or his sister’s, maybe. I’m not exactly sure where he’s staying.
Alex: Just finished my workout. ??
Gods, it isn’t fair what this man does to me. Here I am, scrubbing the bathtub in the guest bathroom, and he’s sending me thirst traps like that? I guess I’m feeling particularly cheeky this morning, so I snap a selfie of myself in a ratty NYU T-shirt and gray sweatpants with bleach stains on them. My curly hair is a mess, with some pieces sticking up and a few others matted down.
I think I have you beat
I add as the caption.
Of course, I start to panic as soon as I hit send. What was I thinking? Why would he want a picture like that? Oh gods, can you unsend a picture? Why hasn’t that been invented yet? Is there a way to delete the camera from your phone? I can’t be trusted with it . . .
I don’t get to escalate to a full-blown anxiety attack before Alex texts me back a picture of his very noticeable bulge in shorts that are way too tight.
Alex: You win.
There is no way my picture caused that reaction. I look like a mess.
He texts back so quickly, I nearly have whiplash.
Alex: Lamb, you can send me a picture of you in full-length flannel pajamas two sizes too big and I’d have that reaction. You don’t have a clue how much you turn me on.
And before I can respond, it’s followed by another text.
Alex: When you get back, we’re going to have a long discussion about putting yourself down. You’ve done it a few times now, and it’s not right. I’ve just met you and I already know you’re an amazing person.
Oh, holy crap. Great, now I have an erection in the middle of cleaning my mom’s bathroom. My mind races as I think what “a long discussion” might actually entail. Does it mean a spanking? I picture those strong hands as they smacked my ass the other day and my dick twitches. I always enjoy a good spanking, though I’ve had very few opportunities to indulge. And while Alex kept things light and playful that night, I’ve had multiple fantasies since then about what those hands can do.
We haven’t had a chance to have a full discussion yet, but I think it’s pretty obvious we’re both at least a little kinky. I know we need to have a real talk before things progress further, but I’ve enjoyed the playful banter the last few days. I have never had much of an opportunity to explore before, but I know I’m submissive and I like spankings. Other than that, I’m completely inexperienced. I have a feeling Alex is a lot more knowledgeable than me, and I’m secretly hoping I can explore more with him.
It’s not till much later in the day that Alex texts me again. Which makes sense since he’s visiting with his family. Doesn’t make me less anxious about the lack of messages, though.
Any doubts I have are immediately erased by the next few messages.
Alex: Don’t open this in front of your family.
There’s a link to a video attached to it.
I look around. My dad has disappeared, smart man, and my mom is distracted in the kitchen. I quietly sneak into my bedroom, which still looks like it did when I was 16, and click on the link once the door is closed.
It’s a video of Alex. He’s lying on top of an olive-green comforter. From the angle, I can’t see any of the rest of the room. Alex smiles at the camera, and it’s enough to have me palming my dick through my sweatpants. “Merry Christmas, Zach. I know you don’t believe that I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met, so I’m going to prove it to you. I’ve been thinking about you all day. And not just you sprawled out on my desk while I filled you. No, I’m picturing what you sent me today. You look sexy in your cleaning clothes, lamb. This is how sexy you are to me.”
I swallow as the camera pans down. He’s shirtless, and I get a good view of his chest. I didn’t notice it the other day, but he even has some freckles on his shoulders and pecs. The camera keeps going lower until I get a good view of what’s going on below the belt, and gods, what am I looking at?
Alex has pushed his underwear down enough so that his cock and balls are free from their confines. And he is hard. Very hard. So hard that I find it impossible to believe he’s only imagining my picture, but it’s still a good feeling to pretend.
Alex palms his dick and proceeds to jack off. I can’t look away. I sit on the edge of the twin bed as I slide my hand under the waistband of my sweatpants, squeezing my dick, hard. I don’t have time to indulge right now. There’s no way my presence won’t be missed soon. But, I can’t exactly go out like this either. You know what they say about gray sweatpants; you can seeeverything. But, it’s not helping this erection at all.
Alex proceeds to jerk off until he’s coming all over his hand. Despite my best efforts, I feel my own release spill over my hand and fill my pants.
Holy fuck. I collapse on the bed as I hear my mom’s footsteps come down the hall. I don’t have the energy to cover myself, so I have to hope she walks past. Luckily, she sounds like she’s on the phone, so she’s distracted, and I have a few minutes to remain in my blissed-out state in peace.
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