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“Spit in your hand and jack yourself off like I would.”

He complies immediately, stroking himself quickly with hard twists of his wrist. His tip is deliciously purple, the veins standing out as tempting ridges I want to lick, and his balls are full and heavy. The sound of flesh on flesh comes through the speaker and I speed up to match his pace.

“Good boy, knees wider. Show me your hole.”

He pulls one foot from his clothes and spreads his legs wider. It’s not a clear view but it’s enough.

“Suck on your middle two fingers, choke on them.” The words are a harsh demand but he loves it as much as I do. When he gags on his fingers, my orgasm threatens to overtake me. “Such a good little cocksucker. You’re going to come gagging on your fingers and pretending it's my dick.”

His words are garbled when he says, “Yes, Daddy,” but I understand them. My eyes are zeroed in on his fingers, how he pushes them as far into his mouth as he can, then slides them out some. He’s fucking his mouth and it’s got me fucked up. I need to fuck his throat, use his hair to hold him still, and make him take all of me until I fill his stomach with cum.

“Hng! Un! Fungk!” Cum splatters on his stomach and chest as saliva drips from his chin.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn good for me,” I moan as I come onto my shirt. How I get this off without smearing cum all over everything is future Nick’s problem. Right now, I’m coming with my boy and nothing else matters.

He’s panting and relaxed against the wall, his face still a mess but his fingers no longer in his mouth. There’s a tired smile on his lips that I want to kiss.

“That was hot as fuck,” he mumbles.

I smile at him, taking in the dopey relaxation wafting off him. It’s these little moments, when his head is quiet, and he can breathe, that I’m most proud of myself.

“Will you do that, for real?” He looks down, chewing on his lip a little.

“Do what? Fuck your throat?” My dick twitches at the very thought.

He doesn’t raise his head but he glances at the phone and nods.

“Oh, baby boy, I would love nothing more than to feel you gag around me.” I smirk at him as he pointedly doesn’t look at me while cleaning himself up. “Dirty boy.”

Once he’s straightened his clothes, he grabs the phone and lies down, positioning the phone like I’m next to him.

“I wish you were here.” There’s something on his face, an emotion I’m not sure of.

“I wish you were here with me instead.” I fold up my shirt and manage to get it off without smearing cum across myself. “I think you would like Brent and my mom would love you.”

“You have a good relationship with your mom?”

I don’t know how to answer that. Not really. I love her. I know she loves me. But…I wish I had been a higher priority sometimes. The kids who came into our home were broken more times than not, traumatized by the life they had lived, but I needed her too.

“Your silence tells me no.”

“No, it’s nothing crazy. I love her and I know she loves me,” I sigh and try to find the right words. “I think she thought I didn’t need her as much as the other kids, so I wasn’t a top priority like they were.”

Joey nods and starts to respond when there’s a knocking, probably on his door.

“Yeah?” The telltale sound of a hinge squeaks before a female voice speaks. I can’t hear what she says but he sighs and sits up. “Okay, I’m coming.” He looks at me again. “I gotta go, Matt is being a dick and his surgeon wants an X-ray of his ankle since he keeps falling on it, so I have to go deal with him.”

“Okay, I’ll be here if you want to talk later.” I wink at him. “And feel free to send me more fantasies.”

He blushes but says goodbye and hangs up. I fucking hate this distance.

35

Joey

Talking to Nick is hard. I have to be strong here, take on everyone’s shit, and never break. There’s no space for it.

But I’m exhausted by it.

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