But also,good boy…What the hell?
Do I like that?
No, of course not. Although… rereading the message, I can’t exactly say Ihateit either.
KnockinBoots: Have you touched your cock thinking about me?
Another bolt of arousal spreads through my groin like wildfire. My cheeks heat, and my heartbeat roars in my ears.
FireInMyVeins: Yes.
KnockinBoots: *hot face emoji* Describe it to me.
Describe it to him?God, this is awkward.
FireInMyVeins: I jacked off in the shower a couple times.
KnockinBoots: Come on… Try again. You can do better than that.
Nothing to lose, Ford. You’ve got nothing to lose, so just do it.
FireInMyVeins:Fine. As I stood under the faucet, letting the hot water slide down my back, I imagined your hands roaming over my body instead of the water. I imagine your palms are probably calloused from years of hard work, giving a roughness to your touch. And each time I stood in the shower with this thought in my mind, I realized how much I wanted it to be a reality.
KnockinBoots: What’d you do after realizing that?
FireInMyVeins: I wrapped my hand around my stiff cock and pumped myself from base to tip, letting my eyes close as my head rolled back onto my shoulders. The fantasy played behind my eyelids—behind me, your breath hot against my neck as your hand came around and fisted my cock. In my mind, you stroked me slowly at first, but it didn’t last. Your grip tightened, your fist flying up and down my cock with a desperation we’re both feeling. With my head resting on your shoulder, you pressed your lips to my neck, nibbling on the flesh. My hips would be thrusting into your tight, rough fist. Then I imagined you bringing your other hand up to the front of my throat, holding me and applying a little bit of pressure. And at that point, lost it. Warmth spread through my veins and my balls tightened up. My release barreled through me and my cock throbbed as hot, thick cum spurt out of me, dripping down the wall until it reached the bottom of the tub, the water washing it down the drain.
Hitting send, I drop the phone on the counter again and take a step back, my stomach clear in my throat as I thrust my fingers into my hair.Holy shit.I can’t believe I sent all that. My chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, heart pounding harder as a mix of adrenaline, nerves, and desire floods my system. The buzzing of his response fills the otherwise silent kitchen, and I grab my phone without a second thought. A blurred-out picture appears on the screen.
KnockinBoots: I knew you had it in you, baby. *smirk emoji* Look how turned on you have me already.
With a shaky hand and blood roaring in my ears, I tap the option to reveal the image. It doesn’t take a genius to guess what it is, but knowing and seeing are two very different things. The organ in my chest catapults against my ribs and a tingly ache settles deep in my balls as my eyes take in the raunchy picture. My mouth waters at the sight of his hard cock.Hollis’shard cock. It’s long and thick, with a bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip and glistening against what looks to be blue LED lights illuminating the otherwise dark room he’s in. He’s not circumcised, a thick layer of foreskin blanketing most of the crown.
And there’s a tattoo of a cowboy hat near the base.
When we first started talking, he hinted at having one, but I didn’t think he really did, but there it is… Wow.Fuck,my mouth waters. This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be looking at Hollis’s dick, and I really shouldn’t be imagining what he would taste like as I licked up his sticky arousal.
My heart leaps into my throat when another message comes through.
KnockinBoots: Your turn.
Right… my turn.
As I hurriedly shove my pants down, my stiff, throbbinglength springing free, it’s not lost on me that I’ve sentmaybethree dick pics over the course of my life. There’s not a whole lot of dirty texting going on when you’re married. At least there wasn’t in mine. Clicking on the camera button, I hold the phone face down in front of me and wrap my hand around the base, cupping my balls at the same time. Trying not to overthink it, I snap the photo and quickly send it.
Scrolling up to what he sent again, I take it all in, cataloging every detail to memory. The trimmed, dark patch of hair, the way the bubblegum-pink tip pokes out from the flesh-colored foreskin, the dark vein running along one side of the shaft. My mouth waters once again as I wonder what it would feel like to trace that vein with my tongue. Would the scent of him be intoxicating? Would it make my head swim?
All thoughts come to a halt when my phone lights up with a message from him.
KnockinBoots: Fuckkkk, baby. *drool emoji* Look at you… so fucking hard for me. The way I’d love to drop to my knees and gag on that big, beautiful cock. Give you the best head you’ve ever had. I’d worship it and have you begging me to make you come.
Jesus Christ.That has me wrapping a hand around my length, giving it a few lazy strokes while the tip leaks onto the kitchen floor. I can’t remember the last time I was this horny. Not wanting to come yet, I remove my hand from my cock, gritting my teeth at the loss of friction, and type out a response.
FireInMyVeins: Mmm… I like that idea. Think you could take the whole thing in your mouth?
KnockinBoots: Abso-fuckin-lutely, I could, and I’d do it happily. Feeling your thick cock slide across my tongue and down my throat would get me so goddamn hot, you have no idea. I’m a fucking slut for a nice, fat cock.
Unable to help myself, I spit in my palm and wrap it around my dick again, pumping slowly as I use my other hand to respond.
