Jack’s lip quirked up. He was about to poke the bear.
“You should relieve some of that stress, Bowie. Find a hot young bottom to bury yourself in on the next trip.”
Joseph’s ears turned bright red and his knuckles turned white around his fork.
“Yeah, you should,” he forced out.
“I appreciate the interest, guys, but I’m not seeing anyone.”
Jack’s phone vibrated and he reached into his pocket to remove it, finding a reply from Callum that made his heart soar.
Kitten: Whatever you give me is what I want.
5
Callum
Callum was bored and lonely,and he hated that Jack lived in New York. He thought he knew what he was getting himself into with the whole online thing, but he’d very quickly developed unexpected feelings for Jack that had blossomed into the strongest lust he’d ever known and then some.
Soon after Jack had bought him the laptop last month, Callum had given up the notion of Jack being a secret axe murderer and just given the man his address. As a result, there were many days he woke up and found packages sitting on his porch that he’d never ordered.
Jack was nothing if not generous with his money and he actively displayed a strong affinity for buying Callum things to put inside of him. Not that Callum minded; he just missed the feel of an actual dick. He wanted to know more about the feel of Jack’s dick, specifically if that broad vein that ran the length of his shaft would beat against Callum’s inner muscles when he came.
The most recent delivery was unexpected to say the least. Callum sat cross-legged on his bed with the box on his lap while he waited for Jack to answer the Skype call.
“Kitten.” Jack’s voice echoed through the speaker of Callum’s laptop before his face came into focus. “Did you get your gift?”
“Daddy,” Callum sputtered. “Is this?”
“It is.”
Callum looked down at the beigey-pink colored dildo in his hand and he turned it in his palm, taking note of a prominent vein that looked very familiar to him. He twisted a knob at the base of the toy and it sprang to life, vibrating against his fingers. He turned it off and looked at Jack’s face.
“You stuck your dick in one of those molds to make me a bespoke dildo?”
“It’s the best I can do for now. What do you think?”
“I think when we meet in real life you’re gonna split me in half is what I think.”
Callum wrapped his hand around the thickest part of the toy, his fingers touching, just barely. Jack was endowed, and Callum was now even more angry about all the states separating California and New York.
“I want to watch you fuck yourself with my dick, kitten,” Jack told him.
“You’ll tell me how?” Callum kicked his briefs down and reached for the lube he kept on the bedside table.
“I will, kitten. But don’t use your lube. There’s some in the box.”
Callum stuck his hand in the box and dug around, producing a small black bottle. He held it in front of the camera and Jack nodded at him.
“Why this one?” Callum asked him, picking the foil seal off the top of the bottle and screwing the lid back on.
“It’s sensitizing.”
Callum fumbled the bottle.
“Sensitizing,” he repeated.
“The toy may be a match to me size wise, but it won’t ever make you feel as good as I can. This will help,” Jack assured him.
