Page 71 of The Falcon and the Foe

I entered the booth and shut the door. There was complete silence, like the way outer space might sound, all the ambient noise sucked out of the booth. Cal stared at me from the outside world.

“Can you hear me?” His voice piped in from the speaker in the top corner. Only a pane of glass separated us. I was an animal in a cage. Again, creepy in the wrong context. Here, a major turn on to be watched and observed.

“Yes.”

“Good. Now take off your shirt.”

“What?”

“You heard me. This is a little payback for what you had me do at the river.”

Cal’s smile flitted through the glass. Heat spread across my belly.

I had a bit of stage fright but also excitement. If he wanted a show, he’d get one.

Slowly, I unbuttoned. The blue fabric slid off my arms and chest. I waved it over my head once before dropping it to the floor. I saw my reflection in the mirror, and I had to say I looked good. The way Cal’s eyes feasted on me confirmed this fact.

“Fuck, you are so damn hot,” his voice growled over the speaker.

God, so was he. He made me hard as the boulder I shoved him up against in the river.

“Now, your pants.”

“Should I do a little dance, too?”

“You can do whatever the fuck you like, so long as I get to see that dick swinging between your legs.”

I took my sweet time loosening my belt, dragging it from the loops, then undoing my top button. My dick ached to be released. This was torture for both of us. I undid my zipper slowly, hoping the sound traveled through the mic. Cal bit his lip in anticipation.

“That is so fucking hot,” Cal said through the mic. “Do you know that you’re a DILF?”

“What’s a DILF?”

“Dad I’d like to fuck.”

At fuck, a chill of hotness crept up my spine. The hard sound of the word crackled in the speakers, vibrating in my balls.

“The feeling is mutual.”

I pushed my pants to the floor. My cock jutted from my boxer briefs. Cal’s hands disappeared under the sound mixing board. I licked my lips.

“And your underwear.” Cal did the two-fingergive it heregesture. “You know the drill.”

“This was a lot more fun when you were the one getting naked,” I lied.

“You have it easy. You weren’t stripping in the middle of nature and freezing cold. Fortunately, you were hot, so I didn’t have to worry about shrinkage.”

His thick cock imprinted itself in my memory. I was desperate to feel its heat on me again. I thumbed my waistband, but before I went full monty, I decided to have a little more fun.

I turned away from Cal and reached into my boxers. I stroked my steel-hard cock, rearing my head back and letting out a hungry groan.

“I’m going to need you to turn around,” Cal said. “Otherwise, I won’t be able to capture the audio correctly.”

“The audio. Right.”

I flicked a finger over my nipple as I continued touching myself. I bucked my hips to fuck my hand slowly, letting Cal savor the sight of thrusting buttocks. “Can you still hear me?”

“This is not opportune for recording.”

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