Page 49 of The Poster Boy
Marek
If I put the phone on speaker and closed my eyes, I could almost pretend that Jay was in the room with me. The low rumble of his voice over the phone wasn’t quite the same as when it was in my ear, but it would have to do.
“How do you want me to touch you?” he asked.
In the background, I heard the unmistakable sound of lube squirting out of a bottle. My dick twitched needily. “Tell me.”
Holy shit. I was going to combust. My blood was close to boiling I was so hot. Squirming around on the bed, I shoved my sweats down and kicked them off.
“What are you doing?”
“Sorry. I was getting naked.” I fumbled for the lube and then took my cock in hand, slicking my cock with slow strokes. “If you were here, I’d want you to hold me down.”
Jay made a sound of approval. I closed my eyes again and let myself fall into the fantasy. Of Jay here, with me. On me. His weight pinning me down. His cock sliding against mine.
“I want your cock against mine. Love how that feels,” I confessed to him as I continued to drag out my torture. My cock was so hard it ached and throbbed with my pulse. I teased the head for a bit, until I squirmed away from my own touch.
“You want me to jack us off together?” Jay’s voice sounded rougher now, strained, like he was just as worked up as I was. “You’ve got a pretty cock, Marek. You want me to stroke that pretty dick of yours?”
Jesus fucking Christ. I was going to die here in my bed. I wondered if a human body could have a nuclear meltdown because my brains had to be liquified by now. I held my cock in a tight grip and thrust, fucking my fist. It was already too much. Too intense. With the way Jay kept talking, telling me the dirty things he wanted to do to me. Would be doing to me if he were here.
Fucking hell. I wanted that. Him. Here. Wanted him under me and on me. Wanted him in any way I could have him.
“Jay.” I pulled my hand away from my cock and watched it twitch as I fought my orgasm. “I’m so close.”
My voice had taken on a whiny quality, but if Jay minded, he didn’t say.
“Do you have any toys?”
I scoffed at his question. “I have it all. Plugs. Dildos. Fleshjacks.”
“What’s your favorite? Get that one.”
My favorite was an eggplant purple dildo that had a wicked curve and a thick base that stretched me out the perfect amount. Wide enough to feel the burn, but easy to get used to.
“Describe it for me,” he said once I’d retrieved it from the drawer.
“It’s long, thicker at the base, purple. Feels good inside me.” Not as good as he did though. I’d dreamed about the way Jay had fucked me. Though normally I preferred to top, I’d bottom for him again in a heartbeat.
I’d been with plenty of guys before Jay, but none had ever made me feel like I had their full attention. And none had been able to keep mine. Sometimes my hookups had gone sideways because, frankly, I got bored easily.
But not with Jay.
“Get it nice and wet.”
I fumbled with the lube and slathered a good amount on it. “Okay.”
My voice was gone. Breathy. Stretched thin to make room for my need for him. My desire for him consumed me in ways I’d never thought possible. “Now what?”
“Get comfortable, then I want you to slide it in nice and slow.”
I shifted around on the bed. Then, on a whim, I decided the bed wasn’t what I wanted. Moving to the floor, I stuck the dildo to the flooring with the suction cup and hovered over it.
“Tell me what you’re doing, Marek. Describe it for me.”
Grabbing my dick with one hand, I held onto the bed for stability with the other. “I suctioned it to the floor. I’m crouched over it in a squat. Oh, fuck,” I said as I lowered myself down on it. The head breached me, and I let out a breath. “Oh, fuck. I’ve got it in, just the tip.”
“Deeper.”
