The video moved around, the frame jostling as Callum jerked his cock more aggressively. Jack could hear familiar lube-slick sounds in the background, sliding at a quick and fevered pace. Callum’s cheeks pinked, obscuring the delicate spattering of freckles that lined his cheekbones. He moaned again, louder now, his jaw slack and eyes heavy with lust.
“Oh, God,” Callum in the video said, his voice a raspy sounding alto that vibrated in Jack’s bones.
“Fuck. I’m so close,” he breathed out, the wet pump of his fist coming up faster and faster. Jack watched, rapt, and jerked his own cock in time with Callum. Jack’s orgasm came quickly, and he fought it back, saving it for the end of the video.
“Oh… Callum sounded surprised, then, “Oh, God, Daddy. Fuck.”
Callum’s face fell out of the frame and his body jerked, his scratchy voice spilling a serenade of moans and grunts andDaddy. The video refocused and Callum was there again, his fingers coated with drips of white cum which he held up in front of his mouth. He licked his hand, tongue darting between the webbing of his fingers, lapping up the evidence of his orgasm. Then the video ended, freezing on the final frame of Callum’s hand spread against his face, his tongue flat against his palm.
Jack came then, ribbons of hot cum shooting up his stomach and chest. He used his fingers to wipe himself clean like Callum had, then licked his fingers too, imagining the cum on his tongue was Callum’s. Or even better, a mixture of both of their releases. Jack groaned against his fingers, drying them on the sheets.
CJ1992: Oh God, what’s taking so long? Was it too much? Did you not like it?
DaddyJM: Daddy liked it very much, kitten.
CJ1992: Kitten?
DaddyJM: Mmn, yes. You reminded me of a little green-eyed cat, lapping at your hand like that. Jesus.
CJ1992: So did I do it?
DaddyJM: Do what?
CJ1992: Make you proud.
Jack’s stomach twisted into a pretzel, his heart making that same tight feeling in his chest as the first time Callum called him Daddy. He’d been stupid to think that something online would be passing or trivial. There was something about Callum that felt special, sacred even.
DaddyJM: Oh, kitten. You made Daddy so proud.
CJ1992: I’m glad.
CJ1992: Can I go to bed now?
DaddyJM: Of course.
CJ1992: Same time tomorrow?
DaddyJM: You can message me anytime you like, but yes. Same time tomorrow.
CJ1992: Have a good day, Daddy.
CJ1992 has logged off.
Jack watched the video of Callum one more time, then plugged his phone back in and got out of bed. He went into his kitchen, starting a pot of coffee, then took a quick shower. He dressed casually in jeans and a long sleeve shirt, prepared for the brisk New York spring once he went outside.
Jack poured himself a cup of coffee and turned on the news, grabbing his phone off the charger and watching the video Callum sent him one more time for good measure. He tucked his phone and wallet into his pockets, grabbed his keys from the change bowl on his kitchen counter, then headed out toward Paws and Claws Animal Rescue.
He’d been volunteering at the shelter every Saturday morning for almost a year. They had a free vaccine clinic, so the staff was always stretched thin. He spent time with dogs in the play yard mostly, and sometimes he helped the groomers with baths if it was needed. Helping at the shelter was hard; he found himself growing attached to the animals more than he’d care to admit, but his apartment was far too small for him to ever bring one home. Sharing his attention around as many of the animals in the shelter as he could was the next best thing.
Jack walked the mile to the shelter and waved a greeting at the receptionist, Holly, as he signed in.
“You’re up early,” she observed, sipping from her pink travel mug.
“I had a call from someone in LA,” he shared, tucking the pen back into the clipboard.
“Even earlier for them.” She eyed him speculatively.
Holly had been trying to set him up with people for months. Once she’d found out he was not only single but gay, she’d made it her mission to find a passable suitor for Jack. He’d never had the heart to tell her that his interests were perhaps a little more intense than the standard person would be into, so he humored her but put her off as best he could.
