Chapter 22 #2
He was right, of course. Tommy drew in a deep breath.
“I like it when… when you put your fingers inside me.” He loved that, loved how it stretched him, loved the sensations when Mike stroked over his prostate.
What he also loved was how Mike was making it good for him, getting him ready.
He loved looking into those blue eyes while Mike fingerfucked him, his face showing just how much Mike loved doing this too.
“Oh yeah.” Mike grinned. “Well then, grab the lube.” Tommy picked up the small bottle. Mike nodded. “Now get your finger nice ’n’ slick.”
Hands shaking, Tommy opened the cap and squeezed a few drops onto his index finger. He put the bottle aside and looked back to Mike, who was watching him closely.
“Stroke over your hole, nice ’n’ slow. Pump your dick while you do it.” Mike was playing with his balls, rolling those heavy orbs through his fingers. Tommy slid his finger over his hot pucker, shivering. “Now push it slowly inside you. Close your eyes if you want, pretend it’s my finger, Tommy.”
Tommy closed his eyes and slowly sank his finger into soft heat. It was easy to switch off his inhibitions and imagine Mike was stretched out on the couch in front of him, exploring him.
“How does it feel?”
“Feels… feels hot and tight. Burns a little,” he panted. “But… feels good.” He pulled his cock, trying to alleviate the aching sensation. The burn eased, and he moved his finger in and out a bit faster, starting to push down on it, hips rolling gently.
“Oh fuck, what you look like.”
Tommy wanted to see.
He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of him fucking himself, holding his dick rigid. He could feel precome, sticky and trickling down the shaft. It wasn’t enough. “Want… want more,” he confessed, his face hot.
Mike nodded. “Want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.” His voice was hoarse. “Slick it up, now.”
Tommy’s fingers were slippery, fumbling with the cap and dribbling the clear liquid onto the thick dildo. He tossed the bottle aside and lay back, holding the wide head against his hole. The silicone was cool to the touch, nothing like skin.
“That’s it,” Mike encouraged him. “Now push in the head, slowly. I’m there, Tommy, kneeling between your legs, my dick pressed against your hole, wanting in.”
Tommy could hear the urgent need in his voice, and damn, it felt good. He wants me. He pushed, the muscle resisting him at first, until the head was inside him.
“Love how that feels.” Mike’s voice was soft.
“You’re always so hot, so tight, your body just taking me in like I belong inside you.
You feel like you felt that first time I took you.
” His voice shook. “Fuck, Tommy, you felt so good.” He laughed.
“What am I saying? It always feels good with you, every single time.”
Tommy’s heart soared. “Love… love it when you’re inside me,” he gasped out.
“When you’re so deep, it’s like you’re a part of me.
” In spite of Mike wanting him to pretend, it was easier like this.
Mike was thousands of miles away, and Tommy felt free to say the things he’d never voice in a million years.
He slid the dildo into him, groaning as it stretched him.
“Oh, man, that’s thick.” He stilled, letting his body adjust.
“Oh God, look at you.” He heard the awe in Mike’s voice. “God, I want to be there, want it to be me inside you.”
Tommy wanted that too.
The burn melted away, and he began to fuck himself with the dildo, fingers reaching down to feel how it spread him wide, opened him up. He rode it hard, his mind seeing Mike there, hands on his hips as he thrust into Tommy. “Yes, oh yes.” He trembled, the muscles in his thighs jumping.
“Push it all the way in,” Mike whispered. “Now, turn it on.”
Tommy complied and pushed out a low moan when the vibrations began. He could feel it everywhere. It pulsed through him, through his prostate, sending shivers radiating outward until his whole body was shaking. Tommy tugged faster on his cock, the dildo filling him to the hilt.
“Close, Mike.” He could feel it.
“Gonna be coming with ya,” Mike said with a groan. “Fuck, just watching you is bringing me to the edge.” His breathing was loud and harsh through the speakers.
Tommy gripped his cock as it sent come shooting over his chest, his body tight around the dildo like a vise.
He shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him and over him, dimly aware of Mike groaning through his own orgasm.
Tommy glanced at the screen to see Mike’s body arching up off the bed, head thrown back, mouth open, hand covered with come as he held his dick.
He looked… wonderful. Tommy flopped back onto the cushions and closed his eyes while his body lessened its grip on the dildo until he could push it out of him with a soft cry.
Little by little the shocks jolting his body died away, his breathing and heartbeat returning to normal. He could hear Mike’s breathing, less rapid, more even. Tommy lifted his head and peered at his lover.
“Wow,” he said, his voice quavering. “That was intense.” Mike smiled, sitting upright and wiping himself with a towel.
Now there was a thought. “You might’ve mentioned before we got started that I’d need one of those handy by the time we were done,” Tommy said accusingly.
He bit his lip to hold back his smile as he reached for his laptop to drag it closer.
Mike chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know. Covered in come is a good look for you.
” He grinned and then put his hands behind his head.
“Well, that was worth waiting for. It even made up for the crap I had to put up with today.” He shook his head.
“Anyway, gonna forget all about that. I’m flying home in the morning, early. ”
“You workin’ tomorrow?”
Mike nodded. “It’s over six hours’ flying time, but I’ll be back for my shift.”
“Oh, okay.” Tommy didn’t want the call to be over. Despite Mike’s insistence that he share his feelings, he didn’t want to bother Mike if his lover had to go. “Well, if you need to get some sleep before—”
“Do you have to go?” Mike interjected. “I mean, right now?” He glanced at his watch.
“It’s six thirty here, which means it’s nine thirty there.
I need to eat something soon, but….” He moved and pulled the laptop closer, until his head and shoulders filled the screen.
“I’d just like to spend some time talking with you, if that’s okay. ”
Warmth surged through Tommy. “I’d like that too, only….” He paused and glanced downward. “Can I call you back after I’ve had a shower?”
Mike laughed. “That sounds like a good idea. Tell you what, I’ll grab one too, and then I’ll call room service. That way we can talk while I eat. Whaddaya say? Give me fifteen minutes?” He chuckled. “Or maybe not. Room service isn’t known for being that speedy.”
Tommy nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Great.” Mike beamed. “See you then.” He disconnected, and the screen went black.
Tommy hurriedly put the laptop to one side and made a dash for the bathroom. The prospect of talking with Mike some more had him grinning like an idiot.
Like he cared.