Page 41 of Keeping it Casual
Suddenly my phone is ringing with a FaceTime call from Jeremy. I’m smiling as I press accept.
“Hey,” I say.
“It just seemed like an incredible waste to be flirting with you and not see your face,” he says.
“We were flirting? I didn’t realize,” I say as I stretch out lazily on my bed.
“When you say you like my stench, that definitely counts as flirting,” he replies.
“Noted for the future.”
He laughs, and I enjoy the sight and sound of Jeremy’s laughter. He’s on his couch, his hair messier than his usual style, and I have a craving to be there next to him, to get to mess it up further.
“So, anyway…” he says.
“Anyway…”
“You want to…?” He raises an eyebrow suggestively, and my cock immediately starts to plump.
“You want to have phone sex?” I clarify.
“Yeah, if that’s something you’re up for. I mean, I’ve never actually done it before, but my house is empty tonight, so I’m game if you are. I’ve heard it can be hot.”
“It can definitely be hot.”
“So, Dustin Knight, will you take my phone sex virginity?” he asks solemnly.
“Why do I feel slightly like a creeper agreeing to that proposition?”
“You’re not a creeper. You’re just providing me with a good educational experience. Like how I provided you with an educational experience watchingTangled.”
Jeremy removes his shirt as he talks, and my mouth goes dry when I see his chest. Fuck, I love his body, all that lean muscle, his pink nipples standing out in the sparse chest hair, which gets thicker from his navel, as if it’s mapping the pathway to the fun place.
I clear my throat. “I’m happy to provide you with an educational experience if that’s what you want.”
He gives me a grin. “So, how do we start? How do we create a romantic mood?”
“You need to prop your phone up somewhere so you can have both hands free.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Both hands? That sounds ambitious.”
There’s a fumbling of the phone as Jeremy props it on his coffee table.
In the meantime, I’m shucking off my clothes and trying to set up my own phone at the best angle against my pillow.
“Oh yeah, that’s the good stuff,” Jeremy says.
His pupils are dark as he stares at my body.
“You need to touch yourself,” I instruct.
Jeremy puts his hands lightly on his cock. “Like this?”
I watch as he moves his hand up and down the length of his cock, his fingers circling the head.
“Yeah, like that,” I say hoarsely. I start moving my hand up and down my cock, imagining it’s Jeremy touching me. My cock swells so fast it must set a record. “Touch yourself all over,” I tell him. “Not just your cock. Rub your nipples.”
He reaches up with one hand and pinches one, watching me as the other hand continues stroking his cock.
