Page 39 of Testing the Goalie

“Shittt,” Ben hisses out at my dirty words.

“Do you have lube next to you?” I ask, hating that I have to pull him out of the fantasy but wanting him to fuck his hole at the same time.

“Mm-hmm,” he murmurs.

“Grab it and pour some onto your fingers,” I command.

He’s silent while he listens to my words, and I wait patiently for him to ask what to do next.

“Now what?” Ben inquires.

“Touch your needy hole,” I command. “If I were there, not only would I be sucking your cock, but I’d also be finger fucking your perfect ass. Slide a finger inside your tight channel but imagine it’s my cock.”

“Jesus!” Ben cries out.

I picture his head falling back, stroking himself while also pushing his finger deep inside his hole.

“Find your prostate, baby,” I instruct.

His needy mewls grow louder as he listens to my words. The sounds go straight to my cock, and even though I’m usually fantastic at holding off my orgasms, I’m getting close to losing it.

“Stroke yourself faster,” I demand, almost growling the words out.

Does Ben have any idea how close I am? Is he aware of what he does to me without even being in the same room?

“Slide in a second finger and fuck yourself hard,” I instruct, moving my hand up and down my cock faster.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit,” Ben babbles, following my instructions. “I’m close. Can I come, Daddy?”

His pleas have me on the verge of release, my balls tingling with the need to explode.

“Yes, sweet boy. Come for Daddy.”

The moment he shouts, I do the same. My orgasm hits so hard it steals my breath. My head is spinning as I try to pull some air into my lungs, but it’s challenging. I’m not sure how long it takes until I can finally breathe normally again, and it takes even longer for my heart rate to even out. I’ve never come like that from my own hand.

“Holy shit,” Ben whispers, and I chuckle.

“You can say that again,” I murmur. “I was worried I was about to die there for a moment.”

“Death by orgasm sounds like the best way to go,” he replies, and I swear I hear the smile on his face.

“It would be better if I weren’t all alone, though,” I tell him.

“True. But at least you’re on the phone with me. I could call for help so you wouldn’t have to decompose in your house for a few days before someone figured out that you’ve been missing.”

I laugh at his insane train of thought. “That’s one way to look at it. But I’m also glad I didn’t die.”

“Me too,” Ben replies quietly.

“What are you up to today?” I check with him. Maybe we could spend some time together if he isn’t busy.

“Rio signed us up to volunteer somewhere,” he replies.

So much for hanging out.

“You don’t know where?” I ask, not actually surprised.

As I’m learning more about Ben, I’ve realized he isn’t the most organized person. It has my Daddy urges twitching to help him out. I desperately need to chat with him one of these days to find out if he’s interested in taking our relationship in a new direction, but now is not that time.

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