Page 2 of Down My Chimney

Blake’s friends would assume it was a girl because they didn’t know he was gay, and they certainly didn’t know he was dating me. Well, if dating was what we were doing. We hadn’t technically used the wordboyfriendyet. But we were definitely doing something.

And I got it. I did. People had to come out at their own pace. I wasn’t going to push him. But I couldn’t help thinking about how much easier our lives would be if we didn’t have to hide all of this.

Don’t do that, I scolded myself.You’re lucky enough to have Blake at all. Take what he’s willing to give you. That’s more than enough.

I slid off my bed and propped my phone up on the chest of drawers opposite it. I checked my door, making sure it was locked—just in case my parents came home unexpectedly—then opened the drawer in my nightstand. I pulled out a pink dildo, a set of anal beads, and a silver butt plug with a black jeweled handle. I held them up in front of the phone.

“Which do you want me to use?” I asked, butterflies in my stomach.

We’d done this multiple times now, but I still got nervous. It made me feel vulnerable, letting Blake see all the things I’d bought over the years. But it was incredibly hot, letting him direct me.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his nostrils flaring. I loved that look, that mixture of dizziness and desire. I felt it on my face too.

“Dildo,” he said reverently. “Definitely the dildo today. I want to imagine it’s me.”

“You want to imagine having a bubblegum-pink sparkly dick?”

“I’d take a neon green striped one, if it meant I could be inside you right now.”

Those butterflies did their damndest to levitate my body from the inside. I hopped up on my bed and got on all fours, my ass facing the camera. It was still a little scary, putting myself so completely on display, but Blake was naked too, and he was the only person who could see me. I slicked a finger and pushed it inside myself.

“Oh, fuck,” Blake breathed.

I flushed. “Sorry, I didn’t prep. I wasn’t sure if that broke the no masturbation rule. If I had, I could go faster.”

“Don’t apologize. It’s hot.”

“But don’t you have to go soon?”

“Fuck that,” he growled. “Dinner can wait. I’m far hungrier for you.”

I grinned over my shoulder. “You’re such a cheeseball.”

“Shut up, you like it.”

The fact was, I did. Blake might not be ready to come out, but every now and then he’d say things that flooded my system with warmth. I hoarded those little remarks, polishing them in my mind like jewels. Hedidwant me, even if he wasn’t comfortable telling everyone else yet.

I slipped another finger inside, then a third, gradually opening myself up. It was amazing how intimate it felt, even with Blake on the other side of my phone screen. I felt like if I turned my head, I’d find him sitting at the foot of my bed, instead of in his apartment three hours away.

“Your hole looks so good,” he said. “So fucking tight.”

“Tight for you.” I slid my fingers out, flaring my hole for him. “Fuck, I want you inside me so bad.”

“Soon, babe. So soon.”

“I wish this were your cock,” I said, slicking the dildo with lube. “I want to feel you fucking me again. Need you to fill me up.”

“God, I want to.”

“I need you to fuck me so hard. Make me beg for your load.”

It had taken a few tries to get used to the dirty talk, but after three weeks, the filth pouring out of my mouth felt almost natural.

I brought the tip of the dildo to my hole and whispered, “Fuck me, Blake.”

I slid it all the way in with one motion, pushing until I could feel the curved tip nestled deep inside me. It was almost more than I could take.

“You’re so sexy,” Blake panted. “Taking my big cock inside you. Taking it all for me.”

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