Page 31 of Shut Up and Score
Me: I don’t waste time on ghosts. Show me I’m not getting catfished.
GoldenSpiral23: What kind of proof are we talking?
Me: Chest pic. Shirt off.
I want a piece of paper with the date on it. Just so I know you’re real and not some bored, middle-aged dude in Idaho.
GoldenSpiral23: You want it now?
Me: Unless you need time to hit the gym first. Or shave.
I toss the phone onto my stomach, smirking at the ceiling. If he sends it? This just got interesting. If he doesn’t? I’ll know exactly what kind of game this is.
I pick my phone back up and scroll through a few apps while I wait, pretending I’m not watching the screen.
Then—ping.
New image.
No message, just a photo.
I tap it open.
Andfuck.
Shirtless. Bathroom mirror. Good lighting. Clean chest, with a blonde happy trail disappearing beneath his shorts, broad shoulders, a light dusting of sweat as though he just finished working out or barely dried off after a shower.
A folded piece of paper held between two fingers, sharpie scrawled with the date and time.
And no face.
But the body?
Damn.
I drag my teeth across my bottom lip, phone cradled in one hand as the other slides down my abs beneath the waistband of my sweats. My cock’s already half-mast just from the picture.
Lazy strokes. Slow. Teasing.
Because why not?
Me: Well damn, shy boy. You’ve got nothing to be nervous about.
Three dots. Then a pause. Then:
GoldenSpiral23: You like?
Me: Oh, I more than like. Got anything lower?
My hand tightens. I’m not even pretending this is innocent anymore. It is a hookup app; dick pics are normal. Not thatInormally send them or ask for them. There’s something about a guy that seems like he might still be figuring shit out that makes me want to see more. I might have a type.Emotionally unavailable because they still live in the fucking closet.
I picture him—nervous behind the camera, flushed, maybe hard already, debating how far to go.
God, Ihopehe’s hard already.
Me: Shirt’s gone. Let’s see what else you’re hiding.
I grin, slow and dark, thumb gliding lazily over the pre-cum gathering at my slit as I wait.
