I moved the phone a little farther
away so Austin could see a little more of me, and then lay down again. I had to wait for him. I could only see his
head and shoulders when he reappeared, but it was enough.
“Are you wet?” he asked.
“Not yet. But keep talking, and I will be soon.”
He smiled. “Stroke your cock.”
“Are you stroking yours?”
“Yes.” His eyelids fluttered. “But I’m imagining I’m stroking yours and that you’re stroking mine.”
I made a fist around my cock and stroked it up and down slowly. “I can get on board with that fantasy.”
I kept my eyes open so I could stare into his. It wasn’t the same as being next to him—I couldn’t hear his
breathing, smell his scent, or touch his skin—but it was a good substitute.
“I’m going to swirl my finger around the head of your cock,” Austin said in a breathy tone. “I’m going to gather up
all that milky pre-cum and make your cock wet with it.”
I sucked in a breath as I did what he described. I knew I was touching myself, but I imagined it was his cock. His
was longer than mine, but we had a similar girth.
“You’re so hard,” I whispered.
“I’m hard for you.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“You feel so good.”
“So do you. I’m…” I swallowed as warmth built up in my groin. “I’m gonna stroke a little faster.” I moved my hand
up and down my shaft faster. Slick trickled out of my arse. “And squeeze a little tighter.”
Austin’s lips parted, and he began to pant. I could see the movement of his shoulder, matching the speed of my
hand.
“I don’t want to come like this,” Austin said. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
“Are you wet now?”
“Very.”
“I’m going to use my finger to see just how wet,” Austin said.
I let go of my cock and twisted my hips so I could raise my knees and spread them wide. I slipped my hand
between my thighs and slid a finger inside myself. “Oh.” I gasped. “You’re so wet, Austin.”
“So are you. Wet enough for my cock?”
“Not quite. I’m gonna need you to play with me a little longer.”
He grinned. “I like the sound of that. I think you can take a second finger, though, don’t you?”
I nodded and put another finger in my arse. I slid them back and forth slowly, watching the movement of his
shoulder to see how quickly he was finger-fucking himself. Slowly, like me. We maintained eye contact, even
though I could have happily let my eyes roll back into my head. I licked my lips.
“I wish I could kiss you.”
“So do I,” Austin said. “Soon.”
Three months wasn’t soon, but I wasn’t going to break the mood by pointing that out.
“I need you,” I panted instead. “Enough with the fingers. I want your cock inside me.”
“I need you inside me,” Austin whispered.
I slid my fingers free of my arse and picked up the dildo. I pressed the tip against my arsehole but didn’t slip it
inside.
“You’re teasing me,” I said around a giggle. “Push inside me, Austin. All the way.”
“I’d love to.” His eyelids fluttered again. “I’m pushing the head of my cock inside you. Oh, Charlie, you’re so tight.”
“So are you,” I gasped as I pushed the first inch of the dildo inside myself and felt my muscles embrace it.
“Deeper. Please.”
“I’m going to bury my cock in you until you can feel my balls against your skin.”
“Oh, yes, please.” I slid the dildo deeper until the flanged base prevented it from getting lost inside me. Then I lay
still, panting, as my muscles tightened around it. Slick dribbled from my arse, coating my fingertips. “You’re
getting even wetter,” I told Austin. “I love it when your slick covers my fingers.”
“I love that too. Make love to me, Charlie.”
Without switching the vibration on, I worked the dildo back and forth in my arse as Austin did the same. Logically,
I knew it was a piece of silicone inside me, but it was easy for my mind to get wrapped up in the fantasy that
Austin was there, fucking me slowly.
“You’re gorgeous,” I told him as his cheeks and shoulders became flushed.
“So are you. Especially when you’re about to come.”
“I’m not quite there. Are you?”
“I will be soon.”
“Fuck me harder?”
He nodded, and his shoulder moved quickly. I matched his speed, brushing the head of the dildo over my prostate
on every deep thrust.
“Oh, Austin,” I gasped as I tipped over the edge.
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