Page 98 of Call Me Sir

Cupping his balls with one hand, I use the other to hold his dick at the base to give it a good long pull.

It twitches in my mouth and I glance up to see a wide grin.

“Ready?” He asks.

I nod.

“Verbally confirm it,” he orders.

I can’t help but grin. “Mmhmm,” I say with his dick down my throat.

“Good boy,” he says, ruffling my hair.

Then he presses play and I watch the scene unfold again.

The week we were apart, I had searched through my photos and videos album on my phone only to notice how painfully bare they were. A few sky photos, because who doesn’t occasionally have the urge to capture the magnificent sky once in a while?

A few cool cars I encountered and some food pics because I can’t help it, when I make a dish the urge to document it overcomes me.

And then this lovely little video.

The video starts with me jerking myself off, with the intention of sending it to Danny, of course. That bit makes me cringe.

Then Sal walks in and my phone goes flying but stops to get me and Sal in frame.

The hesitation between us makes it that much hotter. Despite knowing how it ends, it stirs a plethora of emotions in my chest.

The sound of the door locking.

And before I know it, he’s got his hand wrapped around my dick and starts pumping.

Oh god.

Presently, Sal’s breath hitches but my eyes are glued to the screen.

It’s not long until I’m cumming all over the tiled floor, a little bit splattering my phone itself.

Then the last frame is me grabbing my phone, wide-eyed, and hair ruffled like mad. It’d be comical if I wasn’t so turned on.

Glancing up at Sal now, I pull his dick from my mouth and spread my tongue around the head like a lollipop and swallow him down my throat.

“Fuck,” he says, dropping my phone.

The poor thing has been through a lot, not that I care.

I keep sucking, until Sal grabs the back of my head and starts gliding me up and down his dick. I release my control and let him use me as he wishes, draping my arms on either side of his legs.

He’s gentle as he works me, only occasionally hitting the back of my throat.

My dick is begging to be touched and I reach down and try to get a good hold of it but it’s too far out of reach.

“Don’t worry baby,” he says in a whisper. “I’ll take care of you.”

I expect him to cum down my throat, instead he pulls me off him and cups either side of my cheeks.

“You’re so selfless, you know that?”

The compliment probably has the opposite effect he wants because I’m frowning, thrown by his words.

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