Chapter Seventeen
Honestly? This going to bed with blue balls thing is for the fuckin’ birds.
I don’t know if Caleb and Lauren thought what they were doing over there in his tent was quiet, but I can certainly assure you…
it was not, in fact, muted at all. Pitfalls of raising deaf or hard of hearing children, I guess—you get used to not having to stifle yourself.
Now, am I a little jealous over here, knowing full well just how proficient Caleb is with his tongue?
Ab-so-fuckin’-lutely! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that Lauren obviously knows now too, but gaddamn…
that man over there is the King of the Rim.
Like, he knows how to work a tongue—and fingers!
No, we mustn't forget the fingers!—in sweet, sweet titillating tandem.
Shit, now I’m hard again. Difficult to miss it when my stretched out dick is quite literally causing the fabric of my nightshirt to levitate off my groin.
It’s far too muggy out, even in the dead of night, to be wearing any underwear.
I gotta do something about this situation because hearing them over there sucking face isn’t helping matters any.
I sigh as I reach under the hem of my shirt and wrap my spit-slicked palm around my shaft.
Bloody hell, is it normal to be this turned on by the sounds of my former sex partner, now full-blown partner, putting the moves on my wife?
Lauren is whimpering and tittering over there, clearly loving whatever he’s doing to her now…
Needing more than just my lazy stroking, my other hand coasts up my body until I reach my nipple.
Picturing his lips—that hot as fuck cupid’s bow of his—sucking on my pebbled flesh, I roll it between my finger and thumb.
Pinching it just a touch, I recall the way Caleb used to nip at it and flick it with his tongue.
As my stroking hand curls over the top of my throbbing cockhead, I smear the pre-cum that leaked out over my length.
God, don’t I wish that was Lauren’s equally-masterful tongue at work down there instead of my hand.
I buck up into my fist, imagining what it would be like to have one mouth on my nipple, the other swallowing my cock.
I sink into the feeling, emitting a groan that I didn’t mean to be so loud…
My phone suddenly chimes. I peer over and see the screen light up from the mesh pocket on the wall near my head.
Caleb
Hmm. It’s almost as if these polyester walls aren’t soundproofed at all.
Whatcha doin’ over there, big guy?
I freeze, reading the texts. Lauren giggles. I drop my dick and reach for my phone so I can respond.
Me
Creepers…
It’s not like I couldn’t hear you both over there as well.
Caleb
Ohhh, so now who's the creepy one?
I take it you liked what you heard?
I start typing, then delete it. I start and stop again a couple more times, unsure of how to respond to this.
Do I admit that I did, and that it was making it impossible not to jerk off over here?
Or do I play it safe and act like it didn’t faze me at all because they’re entitled to their alone time?
Caleb
That’s an awful lot of bubbles popping up and disappearing, Antonucci…
Me
Shut up.
Oh, shit! No! Take it back. That was a dick statement to make to someone who is mute. Fuck!
Caleb
Sure. I’ll get right on that. “Hold my beer and watch this.” - Aaron’s ski pole. *eye roll emoji*
Me
I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that. Fuckin' hell.
Caleb
I'm kidding, Marcus.
Me
Was still a douchey thing to say. You know I’d do anything for you to get your voice back, even if it was just so you could give me more of your shit.
Caleb
You’re just upset that you don’t get to hear me dirty talking to you anymore, admit it…
Me
Yeah. I won't lie to you. It's a damn shame.
Caleb
Does your tent have one of those clear, plasticky pockets up near the peak for a light or something?
Me
Yeah…?
Caleb
Accept this video chat and then slip your phone up there.
Incoming call from Caleb Wilmot
Fuck, I need to remember to change his name to Dupris now.
I don’t have time to do it before I accept the call, however.
When the video relay pulls up, Caleb’s naked upper body fills the screen.
Lauren must be holding his phone for him.
I do as he asks, slipping my phone into the pocket, and then I lay back, making sure I’m in the shot.
“Is this what you wanted?” I sign, quirking a brow up at him.
He grins, one of his more devilish ones.
The kind I adore most on him. “It is,” he signs, his grin morphing into a full-blown sexy smirk.
“What a good boy you are. Now, what were you doing before Lauren and I so rudely interrupted? We don’t have to be up early anymore, so I guess it looks like we’ve got all night… ”
I don’t even have to see my face in the smaller chat window, I can feel the heat in my cheeks enough to know they’re red as hell.
Oh my stars, Caleb had me video chat with him so that he could still dirty talk to me.
It’s turning me on even more to know that Lauren is in on it too, holding the camera for him and seeing the effect he has on me.
My face burns even hotter, the flush creeping down my neck.
Caleb huffs out a silent chuckle. “God, I’d love to nip the blush right off those cheeks right now. I’d trace it down your neck with my tongue and suck it out through your collarbone. You had that big dick of yours all ready to come, didn’t you, Marcus?”
I nod, biting my lower lip.
“Show me. Show me just how you were teasing yourself over there, sweetness. Show me how hard you still are…”
I reach down and lift the hem of my nightshirt, revealing my once-again fully-aching cock. It twitches involuntarily when I see the hungry look flare in his gaze. I grip myself at the root, letting my eyes flutter shut when I make the first languid pull.
“Eyes on me, Marcus,” Lauren croaks in a whisper, interpreting for Caleb.
When my lids open, underneath the heady weight of them, I see Caleb start to sign again, “Can’t be doing that now, sweetness. I can only talk you through this if you keep your eyes on me.”
I nod, jaw clenched tight as I try to muffle the noises that want to break free from my throat as I stroke myself rougher.
“That’s it,” Caleb signs, a satisfied expression on his face. “Look at how badly you want to come, Sugar, fucking your fist like that. But I know you, don’t I? I know that what you really want is to have that pretty hole of yours stuffed instead…”
I nod. For better or for worse, that man over there can read me like a friggin’ open textbook.
Usually, if I’m going to town on myself, I’ve got a little toy action going on out back as well, since Lauren has such a well stocked stash.
Out here in the woods, my options are fuckin’ pinecones or some shit, and well, let’s just say I’m not that adventurous nor do I want to be featured in one of those medical documentaries where suspicious items show up in colonic x-rays.
Can you even imagine if that’s how my dad found out I’m gay? Because I’m over here getting my rocks off so hard from my dirty talking ex—now current again—male partner that I’m considering stuffing my hole with inappropriate objects? Holy shit…
“Marcus. Babe, where did you just go?” Lauren whispers over the phone.
“Pinecones don’t have flared bases,” I blurt out loud.
The view on the screen flips, and Lauren’s face comes into view.
She’s confused. Hell, I’m confused as to why that was the first thing that popped into mind to reply with.
“Do I even want to know why you’re thinking about that?
” she asks quietly. “You know I invited Earl to come along on this trip for you, right?”
“You did?”
She bites her lip and nods. Then, she turns her attention off screen and whispers, “Earl is my toy, Caleb. Not another person, don’t worry…”
A chuckle manages to eek its way out of me. Was he seriously jealous thinking she invited another guy to come along for me? Call me crazy, but I kind of like that subtle bit of possessiveness. My dick agrees, since it just throbbed, and I’m no longer even touching it.
“Where’s Earl?” I ask Lauren.
“In the hidden inner pocket of my backpack. There’s lube in there too.” Then, she deadpans the camera. “Underneath all one million pairs of underwear I insist on overpacking…”
Her attention is directed away from the camera again, and then I see her huff.
“It’s not weird to pack more than you think you’ll need, Caleb.
God, you and Marcus both don’t need to rag on me about it!
You try giving birth to an eight-and-a-half pound child and see how sneezing without crossing your legs goes after that! ”
He must say something else to her that I cannot see because then she replies, “That’s what I thought…”
I don’t know what he said, but I hope I’m echoing him when I tell her, “I’m sorry, babe. I had no idea that’s why you did it. For what it’s worth, I’ll never know what it’s like to bring life into this world in such a way, and you did an amazing job.”
“Thank you,” she huffs quietly. “Now, is it okay if I go back to holding the camera for Caleb, or are we going to keep killing the vibe discussing the state of my deteriorated pelvic floor muscles?”
I roll over and start sifting through her bag, searching for the goods. “You know, using Earl in the manner in which you do could actually be considered strength training. You really get to tone those kegels," I hum, finally spying him nestled in the secret pouch next to a bottle of lube.
She chuckles. “Fuck you, Marco.”
“You do, Polo. Trust me, you do.” I lay back and wink at the camera.
She faux-kisses the screen and waggles her eyebrows. “Have fun,” she adds before flipping the screen back to Caleb.
Caleb narrows his eyes at the screen. “Is it named Earl because it’s eggplant colored?” he asks her. She must reply off-camera because then he laughs silently.