“Fuck!” he cried out, tearing his hand away from his erection and curling his fingers around the edge of his bathroom sink. He sucked in violent lungfuls of air. His cock bounced against the edge of the counter, as red as his face—hard, engorged, and in pain.
Why the fuck had he stopped himself?
When you’re ready to come - don’t.
Callum tucked his aching shaft back into his briefs and re-fastened the fly of his pants; his entire body trembled with unreleased tension. He studied his face in the mirror until his cheeks returned to their normal, pale complexion, and he washed his hands. His cock still pulsed against his thigh, beating in time with his heart, loud and insistent.
Callum adjusted himself, tucking his cock against his leg with a grunt before grabbing his wallet, phone, and keys and leaving for work.
2
Jack
Jack stretchedhis arms and legs, kicking his sheets to the bottom of the bed. The sun was just beginning to peek into his bedroom and a glance at his bedside clock indicated it was nearly six.
He’d tossed and turned for hours after his first chat with Callum, lying in bed and wondering if he had taken his instruction or if he’d laughed it off. Jack worried Callum wouldn’t message him after work, that he’d never hear from the attractive West Coast kid with the mop of unruly brown hair and vibrant green eyes again.
Jack had thought about it, and while his ideal was not an online relationship, it wouldn’t really be all that bad. If nothing else, he could teach Callum a thing or two then send him off to meet someone who was local. He didn’t mind being a stepping stone, and having someone to play with online was better than no one at all.
Of his core friend group, there were two of them left in New York, Bowie and Joseph, and Bowie was about to make a move to Kentucky. The other two, Landon and Verity, had moved to California four years ago, only coming back once since then. And while Jack was sociable enough and friendly with those he knew, making new friends wasn’t something he’d done since college.
He’d hoped meeting someone online would be easier. So far it had been.
The chat app on Jack’s phone pinged and he pulled it off the charger and slid his finger across the glass to wake the screen.
CJ1992: Daddy?
Jack liked that. It had been far too long since someone had called him that, short of his friends as a joke. Finding someone to have the kind of relationship that he wanted to have had always been difficult. The trade-off and the expectations of both parties rarely aligned, at least in his experience. But then, here was Callum, so new, and eager, and malleable.
DaddyJM: I’m here. How was work?
CJ1992: Busy. I’m wiped out. My feet are killing me.
DaddyJM: What kind of shoes do you wear when you work?
CJ1992: Docs or Chucks.
DaddyJM: You should get some good custom insoles.
CJ1992: $$$$
CJ1992: Anyway, did you sleep good? How was the rest of your night?
DaddyJM: I’m more interested in the half hour between when we said goodbye and when you left for work.
CJ1992: We didn’t say goodbye. You logged off.
DaddyJM: You’re lucky I’m in New York and not LA because I’d take you over my knee for an answer like that.
Jack pushed his hand down his pants and slid it lazily up and down his cock. Already hard for the morning, the thought of dishing out punishment spankings sent more blood between his legs.
DaddyJM: You like the idea of that.
CJ1992: How do you know????
CJ1992: Yeah, I do.
DaddyJM: So tell me about the half hour.
