Patrick flopped onto the couch and sighed before reaching for his phone. He needed to get up and shower, get moving on a few other things he needed to do, but he couldn’t resist checking his texts first.
His grin spread when he had one waiting from Chance.
Hi baby! Just wanted to see how you’re doing. Was thinking about you. Reply when you can. Love you.
He quickly tapped out a reply: Hi back. Love you. I’m hot and sweaty. You?
He laid his head back and closed his eyes, trying to decide if he should wait for a reply or go shower. Before he could think much, his phone beeped. Well, I was fine. Now I’m horny, thinking about you all sweaty.
Patrick laughed. Now you know how I feel. Spent the whole time down in the gym thinking about last night. And thinking about the taste of your cum + working out = weird.
He waited, knowing the reply would be quick. Yes, that would be weird. What were you thinking about it?
Patrick didn’t realize he’d started rubbing his cock through his shorts at the thought of last night and Chance being horny. Until, that is, he had to move his hand to reply. He paused to think. Liked it. A lot. Never thought I would. Then he grinned evilly when he wrote, Can’t wait to get more.
This reply took even less time. Fuck. Now I’m seriously turned on. Do you know how hard it is to hide a hard on here?
With a grin, Patrick replied. Oh yeah. I’m *well* aware. I have one, now. Your fault.
Patrick pushed his hand under the waistband of his shorts and started teasing himself as he waited for the reply. It was almost immediate. Oh fuck. What are you going to do about it?
Patrick stroked himself a couple of times before pulling his hand out to reply. Hmm, do? Figured I’d wait for you to come home.
The reply was one word and threw Patrick quite a bit. Why?
Patrick blinked. Kinda figured you’d want me to.
Oh hell no, baby. Jack off anytime you need to. Not like you won’t reload before I get home, anyway.
Patrick hadn’t thought of it like that. The few times he and Emily had lived together instead of in separate states—or countries—she hadn’t appreciated him masturbating without her. He considered his wording carefully, hoping Chance would get the meaning behind that without ruining their teasing by bringing Emily up. Huh. Never thought of it like that. That’s… uh… new idea for me.
Chance obviously did and the next reply surprised him even more. If it’ll make you feel better, take a picture and send it to me when you’re done.
Patrick grinned, set his phone aside and shifted enough to push his shorts down. His cock, quite hard now, slapped back when it was free and Patrick ran his hand over it a couple of times to tease. Then he had an even more evil idea. He snatched up his phone, held up his cock, lined up the lens, then snapped a picture of his hard and now dripping length. He tapped out, like this? and sent it off.
This reply was even faster than any other. Fuck me. Now I’m hard, too. *Really* hard. Send me that pic. I’m going to take it into the bathroom.
Patrick’s grin widened at the reply and he stroked his cock a few more times with purpose, but he wanted this to be good, wanted plenty to send to Chance. He stood up and kicked his shorts off, sending up a quick thanks that his son Avery was at preschool then retrieved his laptop and set it up on the coffee table. Within a few clicks, he had what he wanted: a picture of Chance stark naked, laid out on the bed, hand wrapped around a really hard cock. He’d snapped it not long after they got together. And it never failed to turn him on. He hadn’t thought he’d use it for this—hadn’t really thought what he’d use it for. He simply couldn’t resist capturing such a shot.
He laid back, eyes fixed to the picture of his naked, aroused lover and started stroking himself again. He kept it slow and teasing, wanting to build it up as much as possible. He brushed the fingers of his free hand over his balls, down over his taint then back up again. He ran his hand up over the tip, collecting the bit of liquid then spreading it over his length, but he decided it wasn’t enough.
He twisted around, and opened the drawer in the end table, pulling out the bottle of lube. He stopped long enough to pull off his t-shirt and drop it then lay back. He poured lube into his hand and wrapped it around his cock, spreading the slick out.
“Fuck,” he groaned at how good that simple stroke felt. He stopped long enough to grab his phone and put it on his chest so he wouldn’t forget. Then he started stroking with purpose, eyes glued to Chance’s naked picture.
He reached down with his free hand, tugging lightly on his balls then gripping the base of his cock. He grunted softly as the pleasure started to build and he moved his hand a little faster. He could feel his balls pulling up already and he let go of it, his cock slapping back against his stomach. He glanced over to see the head was already dark red and he ran his fingers over it teasingly, but kept from stroking for the moment.
He looked back at Chance and with his other hand, he teased his nipples, tugging on them lightly until they got hard. Then he flicked them with his thumb and the feel went straight to his cock, making it jump. He pinched his nipples again, moaning at even those light touches. He loved teasing himself, loved working himself up. And his nipples were great for that. He hadn’t discovered that until Chance. Just one more reason for him to love the man.
He let go of his nipples, running his hand down his thigh, then over his taint, pressing on the spot just behind his balls that always felt good. “Shit,” he whispered and gave in, taking his cock in his hand again and stroking it. He kept it slow, though, going for more teasing. He was determined to build this up as much as he could.
He cupped his balls and started rocking his hips in time with his hand, thrusting into it almost as much as he was stroking. He let his hand slide up and stroke just the end for a few seconds, but that was way too much pleasure. He moved his hand back down and gripped the base of his cock, squeezing his balls just a little, to pull himself back. He was too close to the edge and he wasn’t ready yet.
In another moment, he’d calmed down enough to not go off before he was ready. He wrapped his hand around his cock again and looked away from Chance’s picture long enough to see the tip was damned near purple. He started working himself again, with firm, fast strokes, pushing himself once more to the edge. When he got there, he let go and picked up his phone.
With his clean hand, he unlocked it then flipped through the screen to find the camera icon. After tapping a couple of things, he held it in front of him, making sure he had a clear shot of his cock and stomach. Then he started stroking himself again and he let out a moan as the pleasure built once more.
He rocked his hips, working his cock over thoroughly. He grunted again as he moved his hand to the end and focused on stroking only that. It did what he expected and pushed him right there. As the climax approached, he went back to full, long strokes.
“Fuck, Chance,” Patrick groaned and just a couple of seconds later, he grunted loudly as the orgasm hit him hard. He kept his hand moving through it, still moaning, pushing the pleasure even further as he unloaded his balls all over his stomach and chest. The sight sent an aftershock through him. “Oh fuck…” he groaned even louder, stroking a few more times and earning himself an extra shot of cum.
He slid his hand to the tip, squeezing the last of the cum out onto his thumb and forefinger. He lifted the hand and showed it to the camera then hit a button on his phone and set it aside.
He stopped to pant hard for a minute in the aftermath of the orgasm. He swallowed around his dry throat, staring at Chance’s picture. “Fuck, a ghrá, you make me crazy.” He shook his head, grinning, and snatched up his dirty t-shirt to clean his other hand off.
He picked up his phone and checked over what he had. The quality sucked but it was a phone, so it’d have to do. He got what he wanted, so he saved it then switched over to the messages.
He tapped out a simple message: Hope it’s good enough. Sorry it took so long. Think you’ll like why. Love you. He hit send on that, then pulled up the attachment and sent it.
With a grin, he went in to take his shower.
Chance was just beginning to think Patrick had changed his mind when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He bit his lip because the vibration felt good and he was still very on. His cock had only gone down a little because his brain kept throwing pictures of a naked Patrick at him. It took every ounce of his willpower to keep his hands out of his pockets and away from his dick.
It had been a very frustrating ten minutes.
He was so turned on, he was half-tempted to go to the bathroom and just jack off before Patrick sent it. But he’d told his lover he’d wait, so he wanted to. Besides, the picture Patrick was sure to send would be well worth it.
He pulled the phone out of his pocket and saw he had two messages. He sincerely hoped they were both from Patrick because he did not need to have to deal with his mother or sister right then. He opened it up and was relieved to see they were both from Patrick.
He stopped dead in the middle of the hallway he’d been walking down to stare at the screen. The simple message didn’t surprise him. Hope it’s good enough. Sorry it took so long. Think you’ll like why. Love you. No, what surprised him was what was attached. And he could tell from the tiny thumbnail it was not something he wanted to open in even a semi-public place.
He stuffed the phone back in his pocket and walked as fast as he could without drawing attention. Thankfully, he wasn’t too far from the closest bathroom. He glanced around, but no one was paying any attention to him. Even so, he felt like he had eyes on him when he slipped into the bathroom and into a stall.
He locked the door, had his belt open and pants down in only a few seconds. A couple of seconds after that, he was sitting with the video started and his cock in his hand. He bit brutally at his lip to keep from letting the moan out that wanted to escape.
The image of Patrick’s wet, extremely hard cock would have been enough. A few strokes to that picture and Chance could have been going off all over the stall. But he kept it slow, wanting to at least get through the whole video once before he lost it.
He scrambled to pause when Patrick moaned. He dug his earbuds out of his pocket, plugged them in and put them in his ears. Then he started the video again, turning the volume up.
Chance’s hand started moving unconsciously as he watched Patrick’s movements. More moans filled his ears as the incredibly sexy sight of Patrick’s hand flying over hard, slick flesh took up the whole screen. Chance forced himself to let go of his own hard dick to watch. There were only about forty seconds of the video. He wasn’t a hormonal teenager, he could get through that much.
But by the time he was looking at Patrick’s cum covering the tan skin, he thought he was going to go crazy. Only forty seconds of video was all it took. He paused to spit into his hand a few times and slick his cock, then he started stroking it again.
He had to pause the video at fifteen seconds, and stop moving his hand to pinch the base of his dick in an effort to hold back the climax. He wanted to come with Patrick and he was already so close. If Chance had been doing this in front of Patrick, he’d be embarrassed by how quickly he’d be going off.
When he pulled back from the edge a bit, he started the video back up. This time, he knew he could make it. He wrapped his hand firmly around his cock, giving himself full, long strokes to delay those few more seconds. When Patrick groaned, “Fuck, Chance” into his ear, he tightened his hand, dragged it over the tip then gave himself the short, fast strokes that would send him over the edge. He yanked his t-shirt out of the way and aimed his dick at his stomach.
And just as Patrick’s cock unloaded, spraying cum all over stomach and chest, Chance’s orgasm screamed through him. He couldn’t stop the quiet groan that escaped as his balls pumped stream after stream of cum out to coat his own stomach. The video froze on the picture of Patrick’s hand with more cum on it and he stared at it as he milked every last bit of pleasure out of his cock.
He panted hard, trying to gather enough wits to remember what he wanted to do. He hit the “back” on his phone, scrolled until he found the camera and hit the icon. When it came up, he rotated so it used the front-facing camera, aimed it at his wet dick where it lay right next to the cum on his stomach and snapped the picture.
He waited long enough to clean up and wash his hands, then he typed in: That’s what you caused. Fuck, baby, that was hot. I came *hard*. Then attached the picture and hit send.
Patrick climbed out of the shower, feeling fucking fantastic. Between the workout to get his muscles moving then the orgasm and shower, he felt like he could do just about anything. He dried himself off, doing his best to be quick and efficient when it came to his cock because he did not want to get worked up all over again after all that.
He picked up the phone off the bedside table and grinned when he saw a message from Chance. He opened it… and his dick twitched hard. He stared, he couldn’t stop himself and before he realized what he was doing, he had his hand on his cock and had worked himself back to full erection.
He groaned, then chuckled and took a picture of it. He tapped the message box and typed, And that’s what *you* caused. Again. I am *so* fucking you hard after Avery’s in bed tonight.
Chance opened the message and laughed, but carefully avoided looking at the picture for too long. He sent his reply: I can’t wait, baby. My ass is all yours. Then he pocketed his phone and went back to work.
He had a very nice afternoon.
If you’d like to read more from, check out my latest release, a short in the Dreamspinner Heartwarming anthology, Celebrating You. If you like your fiction on the kinkier side, my Golden Collar series might just tickle your fancy. Here’s a bit about the latest in my Golden collar series, entitled Deception.
Cyrus and Nadir first met as hungry orphans on Behekam’s streets at twelve years old. They became friends, then partners in the thievery that enabled them to survive, and as they passed their days together, they fell in love. When they are both taken as pleasure slaves in the opulent palace of the Malik of Neyem, love becomes more complicated.
Rumors of an attempt on Malik Bathasar’s life put Cyrus and Nadir’s relationship to the test—they must pose convincingly as intimate slaves to the young malik as part of a plan to lure the assassin into the open. Teman—Malik Bathasar’s real personal pleasure slave and true lover—was once trained by Cyrus for the same duties, and the attraction and care Cyrus developed for him then still remains. The Malik of Neyem proves an easy man to love and Nadir’s feelings for him grow while they’re pretending to love each other.
Cyrus and Nadir care deeply for each other but they’ve forgotten the first rule of love: communicate in honesty. Their love remains strong enough to weather the changes—if they have the courage not only to face the coming dangers, but to put aside deception and find their truth.