Hmmm, that’s interesting, but I guess we all have our pet peeves.
BigOnBacks:Ahhh, okay. Bad juju?
dicKmedown:Juju?! How old are you exactly?
I snort, wondering exactly how old he is, then decide I don’t want to know. Keep it nice and simple, Caleb.
BigOnBacks:Old enough to not have jockstraps in all the fucking colors of the rainbow
dicKmedown:Ha ha, very funny
BigOnBacks:What color is it today?
I don’tknow how I know this, but I’m absolutely certain he’s wearing one. Like it’s part of his MO when he’s on the app, and maybe in real life too. Suddenly, an image of Kayden in a sky-blue jockstrap flashes before my eyes, and I grow impossibly hard. I quickly push back the image, focusing on the screen. CommenceOperation Redirection of Libido!
dicKmedown:Wise ass
BigOnBacks:So am I wrong then?
dicKmedown:Fine. Yellow
I smirk at the screen.Gotcha.
BigOnBacks:Don’t be shy. Show me
A few seconds go by, then a picture comes up, those now-familiar creamy-white globes taking over the screen. It’s a light lemony yellow, and my mouth waters. I feel like licking the screen to find out if it tastes like lemon, too. Ifhetastes like lemon, all tangy and zesty. My tongue prickles at the image, and my mouth fills with the taste of lemon pie with whipped cream, and I wonder what my spunk will look like, splayed all over his ass as it drips down his crack.
dicKmedown:You still with me, big guy?
I swallow back what feels like gallons of saliva.
BigOnBacks:Yeah. Nice
dicKmedown:Okay, enough with the fucking small talk. Get me da fuck off
I grin dopily at the screen as I pull down my zipper. My arousal fills the room, and warmth spreads through my body. Yes, this is what I need.
BigOnBacks:Absolutely, baby!
dicKmedown:Ugh, what’s with the fucking endearments! Shut your mouth and spit on my hole instead
Damn.
Chapter Nine
Kayden
“Caleb’s coming over?” I gape at Mom, and she looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“Sure, hon. Why wouldn’t he? He comes over most Sundays. It gives your dad and him some time to hang out outside of work.”
Well, when she puts it like that, I guess it makes sense. They are, after all, friends. Best friends. In case I forgot. Which I haven’t. I rub at my face, the memory of the shit show yesterday at the restaurant flashing before me. That woman, Stacey, Caleb’s ex or whatever… If that wasn’t a red flag, I don’t know what is. Just when it felt like we were getting back on track to being around each other without this strange tension between us, Caleb’s past showed up in stilettos and bright red lipstick.
I sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter. Mom’s making roasted chicken for lunch, and while it’s one of my favorite dishes, all my appetite has gone out the window. I need to get my emotions under control before Caleb shows up. The undeniable attraction that’s been growing and growing since that night he came over to my place is one thing, but I’m almost positive he’s attracted to me, too. The way he looks at me and touches me in that subtle way. The way he held my hand yesterday, guiding me through that ocean of people at the garden center. I could almost make myself believe it could be real, and that I could have someone in my life like that, spending my Saturday afternoons in quiet togetherness.
But I know Caleb. He’s a flirt at the core. He’s not someone I have any business whatsoever starting anything with, even if he’d want to. It’s just too close to home, and I know deep inside that I can’t just be another one of his sexual conquests. I can’t. Then I’d rather stick to getting myself off onPulse.
Like last night. Fuck, that was hot. It’s like I become a completely different person. Or maybe not exactly a different person, because I’m still me; it’s just another side that surfaces. A more blunt and bossy version of me. I’ve known for a while now that I have a kinky side and that I enjoy the game and the teasing. I like mouthing off just as muchas I get off on being told what to do. In that space, where I’m just an anonymous handle, I can allow myself to be that version of myself. No one knows I’m trans there. It’s not something I hide, but I don’t advertise it either. I’m just a guy who enjoys fucking around with other guys. Well, one other guy, if I’m being honest. There’s just something about him that makes me feel all bold and uninhibited, wild even. Maybe it’s his somewhat polite and proper demeanor. It stirs something up inside me. I want to ruffle his feathers and make him go absolutely crazy with desire. I want to unravel him, like I did last night when he sent me a picture of his cum covered chest and abs, and ‘you fucking wrecked me’ written underneath it. I knew from his profile picture that he was pretty hairy, but damn, watching those thick white ropes of cum intermingled with his thick, dark chest hair? That was so fucking sexy. Briefly, I wondered what Caleb would look like, his broad chest heaving as he slowly came down from his orgasm. An orgasm I had brought him to by fucking my hole with my spit-covered fingers.