Page 36 of Out of the Storm

“Jesus! Uh, no. Okay, so, hold on.” Gary set the receiver on the table and ran into the bedroom to find a bottle of lotion, tripping over his own two feet once on the way. As soon as he returned, he hurried to push his khakis to his knees, the slight shake of his hands causing him trouble with the button first, and then picked up the receiver. “Okay. Ready.”

Gary’s heart was beating hard and fast, practically slamming into his rib cage with each pulse. He’d never hadphone sexwith someone before!

“Do you think about me too?” Jeff asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Gary said. “All the time. Anal stuff, mostly. Uhm.”

Was that okay to say? Shoot. Probably too fast?

But Jeff didn’t hesitate. “Yeah?” he said, sounding surprisingly pleased with this information, rather than offended, which had Gary breathing a small sigh of relief. “Do you like to top or—”

“Uhm, bottom, typically,” Gary said, squirting some lotion into his palm and saying a silent prayer that he could move past his nervousness enough for this whole thing to work. It’d be a special kind of humiliating for Jeff to make himself come while Gary could only sit there trying to convince his penis to cooperate. He took his semi-flaccid cock into his hand. “What... uh... what about you?”

“I’d love to fuck you, Gare.”

“Whoa.” That was more spicy and blunt than Gary had expected, and he momentarily stopped moving his hand on his cock to let himself mentally recover. “Wow.”

Chuckling, Jeff said, “Radio man, are you nervous?”

“Uh, yeah,” Gary said, exhaling a shaky breath. “How’d you know?”

“I think your voice is like two octaves higher.”

“Sorry.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No!” Gary sputtered. “God, no. Just, you know, I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time. And never, you know, on the phone.”

“No?”

“No.” Gary winced at his own inexperience. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be scared. It’s me.”

Yeah, only the coolest, sexiest man I’ve ever met in my whole life, Gary wanted to say. Instead, he muttered something like “Yeah. Right.” And it sounded sarcastic, which wasn’t at all what he had intended.

“Why are you nervous?” Jeff asked.

“I’m not sure. I think I’m having trouble believing this is real.”

“What, that we have the technology to masturbate together when we’re several streets apart? Hate to break it to you, Gare, but Alexander Graham Bell was probably having phone sex too.”

“Now I very much doubt that, but I’m not about to hobble through my house with my pants around my ankles to check my encyclopedia.”

Jeff snorted. “Do you have X-rated encyclopedias or something?”

“No!”

“So, see, you can’t even prove me wrong.”

“Alexander Graham Bell was not having—”

Jeff’s suddenly slightly-high-pitched voice came through the line. “Ooooh, Martha. Just like that.”

“Martha?”

“What? Wasn’t every woman Martha back then?”

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