“That’s easy enough for you to balance out if you want to make it fair,” I say, settling on the bed and leaning against the headboard.
The screen goes dark, and I only hear the rustle of fabric and bed springs, until he appears again.
“We’re more even now,” he says.
“Flip the screen, baby, let me see you.”
The view changes; it’s his bare lower chest and stomach leading down to his white boxers, and that’s all he’s wearing.
“You’re hard already,” I say, noticing how husky my voice sounds.
“Thinking about you in the shower tends to have that effect,” he says. “Can I… maybe… see you?”
I flip my screen and make sure he’s got a good view; my abs are rippled because I’m sitting, but the towel around my hips is clearly tented. He moans down the phone.
“You like what you see?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Are you desperate to touch yourself?”
“Yes,” he whimpers.
“Make yourself come for me, baby. I wanna watch you.”
“You too?” he asks.
“If that’s what you want.”
I take my time running my fingers over my abs because I know how much he loves them. A glance at the screen shows him gripping his cock through his boxers.
“Stephen,” he moans, “I want to see your dick.”
I slowly open the towel, leaving me naked, my cock filling the screen.
“Did you find the lube I left for you in your drawer?” I ask.
“Yes,” he chuckles, “although I’m tempted to put it back in yours, I happen to like the view of you going to get it.”
“Brat! If I’m not in bed with you then it means I’m not kissing you, so think about that before you move it.”
“Touché,” he laughs.
“Why don’t you get your cock nice and wet for me, baby. I wanna be able to hear you touching yourself through the phone.”
The screen goes dark again while he gets the lube, but the sounds alone are turning me on. I use the chance to get a lube sachet from my bag and cover my cock in it, picking up my phone just in time to see him appear on screen, this time no boxers in sight, just his hand stroking his length.
“You look so fucking good, Donovan. I wish I was there.”
“Me too,” he moans, “I want you on top of me again.”
“Yeah? What about the other way around?” I ask, the image in my head of him on top of me while he rides my cock is not a new one.
“Mm-hmm,” he whimpers.
“You wanna come all over my chest when I get home?”
“Fuck, Stephen, you can’t say stuff like that.”
