Page 26 of Matched By My Rival
He didn’t answer immediately. Shit. What if I’d worked myself up and he’d fallen asleep? Asking a guy to wait up for me was a dick move. I knew he was an early riser. I used to be too, before my job at Tracks demanded otherwise.
Yesss. I’m awake, barely.
My heart sank.If you want to do this another time, it’s cool.
Are you insane? I’ve had a hard-on for four hours.
I snorted, some of my tension easing at his words. He still wanted this, then. Still wanted me. Fuck knew why. I wasn’t sure what a bi-curious, cautious, guarded guy could really offer someone as sweet as HotPan. He’d never poked and prodded me about my sexuality or determining what I really wanted.
Sounds like you need medical attention,I joked, stalling for time. I wanted this, but I was also nervous.
I might have exaggerated a little,he admitted,but I do need some attention.
So,he added when I took too long to respond,are you going to share a fantasy with me? I really want to know what you like.
I want to know too…
That was a joke, btw,I added.
Just pretend I’m there with you. What’s your first move?
Oh, crap. Now I was in the hot seat. My cheeks flamed even though he couldn’t see me. I considered the thoughts that had been flitting through my mind, the thoughts that had led me to this app in the first place. I couldn’t lead with the kissing thing. That would make me feel like a sappy idiot. So, I considered what I liked about the idea of being with another guy. The images that popped into my head occasionally.
It sounds dumb to write it out, but I just want to feel another man’s body against mine. I keep thinking about how hard it would be.
Do you want this man to pin you down? Overpower you?
He can try. And then I can do the same to him.
A wrestling match? Nice. Tell me more.
I want to touch him. Know what it’s like to hold another cock in my hand. Hear a deep groan when I stroke him.
I’d love for you to stroke me. I’ve got my cock out right now.
My heart sped up.
He continued.Are you touching yourself?
I glanced down at my hand inside my pajama pants, squeezing my cock. Fuck.Yes.
My cock is seven inches, slender. It feels soft in my hand, but when I squeeze, I’m hard as steel. You made me that way. Your words.
My breath rasped harshly as I worked myself.
Here’s a picture of what you do to me.
My breath caught in my throat. There was an attachment. I hesitated to open it.Will I recognize you?
Only if you’ve seen my cock before.
I clicked the image, and a large cock filled my screen. A hand held it at the base, pointing it toward the camera. Long and slender, just like he’d said. It was flushed a deep red and beaded with moisture at the tip.
This was somehow different from all those other dick pics I’d gotten unsolicited. This was part of an exchange, a flow of sexy talk and stimulus back and forth. I gazed at HotPan’s cock with a fascination I hadn’t felt for any random pics I’d seen. I was interested because it washim.
I licked my dry lips.Nice
Want to show me yours?
