Chapter Twelve #2
I carefully popped open the button on my trousers and lowered my zip. Should I be doing this while I was talking to Danny? No, but that hadn’t stopped me before.
“Anal penetration is another thing that’s personal.
Some people love how it feels—they love the burn and stretch and how they feel when they’re being filled.
And obviously, there’s your prostate too.
Bottoming is a personal choice, but remember, puppy, if you want to bottom, it doesn’t make you any less of a person or a man.
Yes, some people like to be humiliated or feminised when they bottom, but that is a completely separate kink. ”
My tone turned firm because I needed to make this clear.
Danny had specifically mentioned whether anal felt good, which likely meant he was curious about bottoming.
But given what he’d said about his upbringing, I also knew he’d be getting wound up about it.
And I wanted him to know that if he was interested in trying it, he’d never be judged by me.
“I know you’re in your head about being gay and wondering if it makes you less, but it doesn’t.
And neither does bottoming or doing any kind of anal play.
And if you decide you don’t want to explore that, then that’s fine.
Just tell me, okay? Remember, I don’t like liars, and I don’t like people who’re dishonest. So, please talk to me, Danny.
Okay? I know you will, because you’re a good boy. ”
I let go of the button and sent the message, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the way my cock was throbbing. My fingers were so close…
Why the hell was I so turned on? I was trying to be fucking serious. And yet here I was, hard enough to pound nails as I thought about the fact that in twenty-four hours I’d finally get my hands on Danny.
A slow breath escaped my lips as I reached into my boxers and wrapped my fingers lightly around my shaft.
And with my other, I tapped the microphone on screen to send another voice note.
“As for watching, yes, puppy, I’d watch you put on a show for me.
I bet you’d look so good doing as you’re told and trying not to come.
Bet you’d make the sweetest noises for me—I’m sure you’re loud, and that’s not a bad thing,” I said, swallowing down a moan as I stroked myself.
“Oh, and as for what you want? I can find you a list.” I was sure I had a basic kink list around somewhere that I could draw from.
If not, Shane would have one. It didn’t need to be complicated.
“But don’t overthink it. Start simple. Do you want me to kiss you?
Where do you want me to kiss you? Do you want me to touch you? Where? Do you want to touch me?”
My breath caught and I had to let go of the button before I groaned.
This was so fucking dangerous.
Danny had seen my messages and I started jerking myself off faster, needing to take the edge off before I exploded.
My head was spinning and all I could think about was the way Danny’s mouth had felt against mine.
I shouldn’t have been so twisted up about such a simple kiss, but I was.
And nothing was going to change that tonight.
I just had to get it out of my system.
My thumb smeared precum across my skin as I tightened my grip, the roughness sending me hurtling closer to the edge.
It had been a while since I’d gotten myself off anyway, my continuous sour mood not really making me interested in anything except drinking and working out until my burning muscles turned to jelly.
A new voice message appeared and I hit play.
I wasn’t sure what I’d get, but I needed to hear his voice.
“Fuuuck,” Danny said, his voice a hushed, awed whisper.
“Are you… are you fucking jerking off right now? You’re doing something.
And… mmm, I’d… yeah, I’d put on a show for you.
Keep thinking about you watching me. Maybe filming me.
So you can watch it when I’m not there. And…
f-fuck, I want you to kiss me. Everywhere.
Just fucking everywhere. And I wanna do that to you too.
Wanna touch you as well. I-I… fuck, Ezra, I wanna try everything.
Give it to me? I’ll say please, if you want. Shit, p-please, Ezra.”
He moaned and whimpered, and I could hear the faint slap of skin as the sound bounced off the tiles around me.
Damn, he sounded so good saying please. And if he wanted me to film him, I would. He’d look delicious all stretched out and writhing on my bed. Or his. I wasn’t picky.
I groaned as visions of Danny spread out and whining to come danced in front of me, my cock jumping in my hands as I thrust my hips, chasing my release with renewed desperation.
I choked back a moan as my orgasm hit me, cum spurting across my fingers and hitting the toilet door, trickling down the blue laminate.
Blood pounded in my ears, spots momentarily dancing in my eyes, and I had to put my messy hand on the door to stop myself from wobbling.
Fucking Christ, I really needed to come more often if that was going to happen.
I was still holding my phone and since all my judgement had gone out of the window, I snapped a picture of my hand and sent it to Danny.
Ezra
Twenty-four hours and we can do this for real
Danny
Here’s my address, come to mine and you can fuck me
I’d thought I was going to ruin him.
But he was dangerously close to ruining me first.