Not that I see him. It’s not a video.
“I’m in the shower,” Caulder announces, amused. “Would you like a play by play of me washing?”
I grin. “Absolutely. Tell me where you’re touching yourself.”
He huffs, but he does.
“Okay…” Silence. “I’m trying to think about how I normally wash. I’ve never paid attention to what order I wash myself in.”
“Close your eyes and just wash,” I suggest. “Don’t think about it. Just give me a narrative as you go.”
Caulder takes a breath. “Hands are soapy,” he says, voice low. I move a little closer to my phone so I can hear his voice clearly. “My chest. Then my ribs. Both hands. Down to my stomach and around my waist, reaching as much of my back as I can.” Pause. “Back up to my shoulders and my neck. My face. Just got soap in my eye.”
I snort and I hear the spray of water change.
“Through my hair. No, I don’t use body wash on my hair but I usually get the first layer of hockey sweat out with body wash. Down my body to my legs. More soap. Sudsy. My hands are so slick.”
Absently, my hand wraps around my cock as I imagine Caulder in front of me. Washing himself. He’s always beautiful. But he’s an erotic dream wet and covered in suds.
“Back up and around my dick. Make sure to wash my cock and balls thoroughly.”
“Don’t forget under your balls. Gets sweaty there,” I say, helpfully.
He laughs quietly. “I never forget under the balls.”
He’s quiet for a minute.
“You hard, Caulder?” I ask.
“So fucking hard,” he mutters.
“Touch yourself for me. Rub your dick.”
“I am,” he says. “Are you touching yours?”
“I have been since you started washing yourself. The image is just… hot.”
He grunts.
“Touch your ass,” I order. “It’s really important to clean your ass.”
Caulder snorts. A beat of silence. “It’s weird touching my own ass.”
“Then you’re not horny enough, babe.”
“Oh, I’m plenty horny, Lo. I’d love to see you right here on your knees in front of me.”
“Mmm,” I hum, squeezing the base of my dick. “You like that vision?”
“I like that memory,” he corrects.
“I can’t decide if I like you being the aggressor or the pillow princess more. Both are fucking glorious.”
Caulder laughs quietly. “I’m not even sure which I like more,” he admits.
“That’s okay. You don’t need to have a strict role, Caulder. I love that you switch out with me.”
He sighs. “I miss you.” His voice is quiet. Sad.
