Page 38 of Out of the Storm

“Gare, can you not pity me while I’m sitting here stroking my cock?” Jeff said. “I like you, and I want to have fun with you. Can we keep the focus on that?”

“Uhm, yeah.” Gary took a breath, telling himself to pull it together. “So, Jeff, earlier, you mentioned that you’d—”

“Fuck you?”

Desire flickered to life inside of him, but it wasn’t yet enough to move forward with their mutual masturbation session. Closing his eyes, Gary took a pause, trying to conjure up one of his recent fantasies. Within seconds, he started to relax, his cock finally stiffening. Thank God.

“Yeah?” Gary began to touch himself, moving his hand up his length in slow, languid strokes. “I, uh, I like to imagine you on top of me. Or behind me.”

Jeff laughed this cute-as-heck little laugh then and said, “Which would you want first?”

“God, Jeff, whateveryou’dwant.”

Gary started moving his hand a little faster. He’d let Jeff take him in any position.

With a low, throaty moan, Jeff said, “I’ve been thinking about you for weeks. Actually, before I even knew what you looked like, I’d thought about you a couple of times.”

Gary slowed his strokes. “What do you mean?”

“Silly radio shows.”

“Ah, so, my shows are silly?”

“Very silly,” Jeff said. He let out a groan, and the sound went straight to Gary’s cock, making it throb and twitch. Okay,nowhe was plenty hard. Jeff continued. “But I love that voice of yours.”

“Geez, Jeff, you’re so sexy,” Gary said, pumping his fist. “Silly radio shows. See, I feel so inadequate next to you.”

“No, you’re not,” Jeffsaid. “You’re”—another sexy grunt—“hot, Gary. I hate how hot you are. Christ, you’re a math teacher. But still so fucking hot.”

Jeff let out a soft moan. Oh, what a sound that was.

Gary’s breath shook when he spoke, his pleasure climbing, the heat of arousal coursing beneath his skin, threatening to make him come. “What else would we... uhm...”

“Do you like being fingered?” Jeff asked.

“Uh, yeah. A lot.” Gary moved his hand faster, closing his eyes as thoughts of Jeff’s fingers moving inside of him sent a rush of ecstasy through his veins. “I’ve been wanting that. From you.”

“If I could, I’d pleasure you like that—pump my fingers in and out of your tight little hole to make you come—and then I’d kiss you and touch you and rub on you until you were hard again, andthen, God, Gare, I’d make you come a second time.” Holy heck. Gary never thought he’d hear Jeff say such filthy words. “I'd want to see how many times I could make you come. Even if you thought your cock was too sensitive to take even one more second of pleasure, I’d take you into my mouth and make you come again.”

Gary’s heart was hammering in his chest, his fist moving fast.

“Jeff . . . I’m so close . . .”

“Fuck, how I’ve wanted to hear you say that,” Jeff rasped. “Say it again, Gary Graham. Tell me how close you are.”

“I’m close. Really close,” Gary said, working himself as well as he could, his hard cock practically aching as he teetered on the precipice.

And then Jeff said, “Gare, I’m coming.”

Gary’s whole world fell apart as he, too, came over his fist, his muscles shaking slightly from the release. He sat there, breathing hard, stunned that he had masturbated over the phone with thesexy custodian he’d been fantasizing about every single night for weeks.

Jeff’s low chuckle came through the phone line. “Did you come too, radio man?” Jeff asked.

“Yeah,” Gary said, letting out a long breath.

Jeff hummed, and that hum had to be one of the world’s sexiest sounds. “Good.”

Gary was still processing it when he tried to speak again.

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