I almost drop the phone into my cold coffee. Bathroom selfies. Not like the idiotic ones where people take those pictures in the mirror with goofy smiles or phones blocking their faces, either. He’s in the shower under a stream of water, winking at me as he holds his cock. I check the timestamp. Five minutes ago. Since he left, my morning ritual has been like this; texts, calls, video chats, and too many pictures with too much skin to be decent. Every day since he left.
Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Blue Eyed Baby
AYYYYY! There you are. I was worried I scared you off with that one.
Nope……send more.
Blue Eyed Baby
Naughty. How about a video?
“Doc!” Kennedy’s shrill scream pulls my head out of the clouds, but I drop my phone, covering it with my foot just in case. “Who are you talking to?”
“It’s nothing! I’ll… we can talk after my next client. I need to take a call.”
“Uh, huh? Sure, you do.” She winks, heading for the door. “Bow chicka wow wow.”
I flip her off as the door closes, and hurry to pick my phone back up. We didn’t have camera phones, but when I was first in Europe, we had our ways of communicating. Sexting, listening to each other over the phone, not dissimilar from now. It’s been a while, though, and this isn’t like riding a bike. In his ways,Xander has helped ease me into it. We’ve jerked off together on a video call, but we didn’t show much other than our faces. I almost forgot how pretty this kid’s cock is. How much it makes my mouth water. How badly I want to be inside him again.
Moan for me.
Blue Eyed Baby
You’re sure I can’t call you Daddy? Cause you’re giving Daddy right now.
Keep that shit up and I’ll have you over my knee when you get back.
Blue Eyed Baby
D.A.D.D.Y.
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I watch as he fumbles with the phone a bit, trying to get a grip as I listen to the sounds of the shower. There must be a shelf or something because he backs away from the camera, waves, and steps under the water, hands roaming his chest and abs. That deep V of his hips ending in a tease where the camera cuts off. Until he takes a few more steps back and I can see where that V really ends. He’s hard already, and he stares right into the camera, licking his lips as his hand wraps around his cock. I watch his hips thrusting slow and steady and eyes roll back as he teases himself, running his thumb over the tip. That brings the moan. Deep, echoing off the tiles of the shower, followed by a series of high-pitched whimpers. Those are the ones that cut right through me, the ones I could listen to for hours.
“Theo, fuck. God, you feel so good. I can’t wait for you to rip me open with that cock again, to bend me over that kitchen counter and take me.” Another moan dripping with sin and wicked intentions. I glance up to make sure the door remainsclosed, even if I do have headphones in. “Fuck me! Theo, I want you to cum on my chest. I need you to call me your perfect slut again. Please? Please tell me I can cum for you. I need you so bad.”
Blue Eyed Baby
When you’re done watching, call me. We can jerk off together before I have to go into the office.
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A close-up of his face with his mouth open wide and tongue ready for me. “This kid will be the death of me.”
There’s a knock on my door and without waiting for me to tell her to, Kennedy bursts into the room. “Okay, so your new client came in, like, way too early. Do I make him wait or?”
“No, it’s… fine.” I close the video and pull my headphones out, scooting closer to my desk so Kennedy doesn’t notice my cock straining against these pants. I type out a quick message to Xander about work, so he doesn’t think I’ve forgotten about him. Or had a real heart attack.
“Wait! Oh my god, those are new clothes.” She sniffs the air like a crime dog. “And thatisnew cologne! What’s his name? Zack? Did he take allergy shots so you and him can get it on? Cause you are getting it on!”
“Get it on? Seriously?”
“I dunno, I heard it in some old movie from the nineties or whatever.”
“Kennedy, you’re really killing my buzz here. And no, it’s not Zack.”