Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Instead of going outside, I went to my room. I still had some time before we messaged, so I thought maybe I’d watch some porn and rub one out.
I was naked, in bed, and just got one of my favorite videos up on my laptop—two guys, similar in size, who both liked to top and enjoyed wrestling around some to decide who got to have who—when my phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I considered ignoring it, but then I saw it was the app I used to talk to my doc, so I had to check. I could tell that being with his family was always a bit rough for him, and the last thing I wanted was to not be there if he needed me—though, hell, what I really did by typing messages back and forth to him, I didn’t know.
My erection bounced against my stomach, a pearl of precum at the slit. Maybe I should feel weird naked and talking to him, but I didn’t, so I grabbed my phone with one hand and used the other to wipe the drop from my cock and lick it off my thumb.
TheDoctorIsIn: Night ended earlier than planned.
Shit. I had a feeling. I didn’t need him to tell me—I knew things hadn’t gone well. I didn’t know the exact situation, but I knew his family was an area of tension for him.
GoodWithHisHands: I’m sorry. You deserve better.
TheDoctorIsIn: You don’t know what happened.
GoodWithHisHands: I don’t need to. I know you.
I did, didn’t I? Even though I shouldn’t. Even though it didn’t make a lot of sense, I knew him. I understood him. I liked him.
TheDoctorIsIn: Messaging with you is good for the ego.
Not that you need it, I typed at the same time as his Not that I need it came through.
GoodWithHisHands: LOL. Goddamn, we’re good.
TheDoctorIsIn: Yeah, we are.
GoodWithHisHands: Do you want to talk about it?
I hoped he’d say yes. I wanted to be there for him, wanted to learn more about him, which again, wasn’t supposed to be what we were doing here. If this kept going, I’d want to meet even more, I’d want to explore us, even if only sexually.
TheDoctorIsIn: No…but thank you. What I really want is to blow a load. I’ve been woefully without sex lately because I spend most of my free time talking to this strange mechanic who lives in my complex. It’s all his fault. And sex always helps.
GoodWithHisHands: You inviting me along? Because I gotta say, I’m feeling the same way. I just got naked and the porn loaded when you messaged. I haven’t been with anyone since the twink.
GoodWithHisHands: Also, it’s not my fault that you only want me.
TheDoctorIsIn: You’re naked now? Shit, I’m behind, and who said I only want you? That must mean you only want me as well, since you’ve suddenly taken up abstinence too.
GoodWithHisHands: I won’t deny it, you intrigue me.
I wondered how he would respond, if he’d back up or make an admission too. I had a feeling it would be the second option. We were similar that way.
TheDoctorIsIn: I won’t deny it either. If you think I don’t want to fuck you, that you don’t intrigue me, you don’t know me at all. Hell, every time I jack off, I think about you, and I don’t even know what you look like. You won’t get out of my damn head.
I paused, fingers grazing over my phone screen, not sure how to respond. What he said was hot…and I wanted it too, and damned if I didn’t like a guy who put it all out there like that.
GoodWithHisHands: First, take your clothes off. Second, do you have a subscription to Men Like Me? I’m watching Spencer and Reed.
TheDoctorIsIn: That scene where they both want to top? Fuck, that’s my favorite.
I laughed.
GoodWithHisHands: I should have known. Also, number three…we’re gonna have to meet sometime, Doc. You know that, right? Things can’t keep going the way they are. I want you too damn much.
TheDoctorIsIn: Yeah, yeah, I know. And stop being such a bossy motherfucker. I was already taking my clothes off before you told me to. I’m naked now. Got the scene ready to go. Christ, look how rough they’re kissing. Making me want your mouth like that. I can’t stop wondering what you taste like.
My cock twitched, another bead of precum leaked from the tip, which I swiped at and licked again. It was hot tasting my own arousal.
GoodWithHisHands: Jesus, you’re gonna be good at this. I can already tell. You got me leaking. Swallowed it down once, and there’s already more there waiting.
TheDoctorIsIn: If I were there, I’d lick it for you.
GoodWithHisHands: Only if you’re lucky. You might have to fight me for it. It’s my treat.
TheDoctorIsIn: But I’d give you mine. It’s a fair trade. You want to taste me, mechanic. I know it. You want my whole load in your mouth and all over your face.