We’re quiet for a minute, just staring at each other. Lo’s eyes fall from where I’m assuming my face is in front of him. “Mmm,” he hums, leaning forward. “Look at you. Back up and let me see.”
Grinning, I make sure my tablet is steady before scooching back so he has more of my body in frame.
“Take your clothes off.”
I laugh and shove my underwear down. It’s not like I’m dressed in much, anyway.
“God, I love your dick,” he groans.
His tone is so whiny that I burst out laughing. “Thanks, Lo. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said.”
He laughs. “Come on, just look at it. Even mostly soft, it’s a masterpiece. Move it up for me. I want to look at your balls.”
With my cheeks flushed and still laughing, I pull up my cock and move my balls over my thigh so he can look.
“Hello, pretty boys,” Lo coos, his face getting closer to the phone. “Don’t worry—I’ll lick you soon. Daddy’s been neglecting you, hasn’t he? Doesn’t play with you enough.”
I laugh. “Ohmigod stop. Do not call me daddy to my balls. That’s weird.”
“Don’t listen to Daddy, boys. You’re my babies and I’ll swallow you down soon.”
“Jesus, Lo,” I mutter, shivering. My cock, whichwassoft, is definitely chubbing.
“Look at that,” Lo says, his eyes still very obviously trained south. “Your dick likes me calling you Daddy.”
“You’re not calling me Daddy. That’s definitely not my kink.”
Now his eyes flicker up and I can see a challenge there. I sigh. “How do you know, my sweet virgin? You could definitely be Daddy.”
“Really? Do I really come across as Daddy material?”
There’s mischief in his eyes but he shrugs. “I don’t know. I think we need more time together to determine that.”
I shake my head.
“I appreciate that you’re still cupping your dick for me. Circle that bad boy so I can see your head sticking out of your fist.”
“Really?” I ask, cheeks flushing again. I glance around, as if someone’s going to see me.
“You forced to share a room again?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
“No,” I hedge, “but… I’ve never…”
Lo’s smile softens and I can already hear his reassurance. I’ve never met someone so…good. He’s so genuinely good to me and comforts my fears before I’ve even had a chance to fully assess them. Lo just knows.
“If you’re uncomfortable touching yourself like this, that’s okay. We can just talk.”
“You planned something other than talking for the night?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Nope. But now I want to see you jerk yourself and we can get off together, watching each other through the video.IFyou’re comfortable. I push a lot of your boundaries, but I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m pressuring you.”
“You don’t push my boundaries,” I argue. “You challenge my comfort and confidence. You’ve never pushed a boundary I set. There’s a big difference.”
Lo grins. “I like that better. But I mean it. You can always tell me no.”
“I’m not telling you no. It’s one thing jerking off when we’re on the phone because you can’t see me. Now you’re watching and I’m aware you’re watching. I feel like I’m on display.”
“You are, babe. For me. Just me.”
