“Come on,” he says, still jerking himself. “Reach into the bedside table. I left some things there that will be of use.”
When I yank it open, I find a few blue condoms and a couple single packets of lube.
“Unfortunately, we didn’t get to use them earlier. I think you should take advantage of them now.” His eyebrows go up, as if he’s challenging me. As if he’s waiting to see if I’ll talk back, fight the urge, stop this altogether.
The thing is, I barely know him, but I know him enough that he won’t push. If I say stop, he’ll stop.
I’m shocked to realize that I don’t want him to stop. I want to keep doing what he’s telling me to do because it’s making my balls tighten and breath pick up. So what if it’s not what I’m used to? I didn’t come all the way out here to follow routine. I came out here to shuck some of what’s been holding me back. Leo’s unabashed confidence has set the scene so well. I give myself over to the pleasure.
“Okay,” I say confidently, moving to the mini fridge and finding what I’m looking for. I wash it in the sink and then return to the bed with a fresh towel.
“Very good.” Leo’s slowed his stroke. I can tell he’s edging, moving close to the brink of orgasm and then backing off to prolong this, which I appreciate. “Suck it.”
The ridiculousness melts away as I place the makeshift toy in my mouth, never once breaking eye contact with Leo through the screen. It feels wrong in all the right ways, a pulsating need cropping up low in my gut.
“Mmm. You’ve got good technique.” His eyes sparkle.
I stop to slick my finger, then reach around myself to prepare, gently inserting the finger inside me, moaning right away from the exploration. I’m rediscovering my body. Reminding myself that pleasure isn’t just a luxury, it’s a right. And I plan on exercising it more and more.
“Another finger,” Leo commands, and I oblige, enjoying it.
Eventually, I’m ready for the big show, so I tear into the condom with my teeth and roll it down the thinner end. “That’s it. Ease it on nice and slow. Don’t rush.”
Leo’s moved his hand away from his penis, relocating it to his nipple. Clearly, he’s enjoying the show too much. I like that this is a performance without it being performative. Despite the cam show setup—my phone propped up on the bedside table—this is as much about my pleasure as it is about his. Confidence is a cloud of fairy dust around me.
I love that I can bring out this playful side of Leo who’s fully present in this hot-as-hell moment.
After applying a healthy amount of lube, I sit up on my knees and gently, gradually lower myself onto the end of the DIY dildo. My senses level up. It’s like my whole body is experiencing everything on double-power mode. I adjust. I open. I take it deeper.
“Take your time,” Leo instructs, resuming his own enjoyment with his free hand, still tweaking the nipple closest to the camera. “Close your eyes and think about what it would be like straddling my hips, taking this.” He waves his springy cock, and I groan on command because at that moment, the toy hits my prostate, sending sparks upward.
“Fuck,” I whimper as I start a slow and steady rock that hits and hits and hits my spot.
A few minutes later, Leo tells me to get on my back. Without hesitation, my legs are in the air and my act is on full display. My penis strains against the cotton of my jockstrap some more so I finally pull the pouch aside and let it out, allowing it some relief. It only takes a couple strokes for me to sense a buildup from underneath. To feel my yearning become stronger, my desire to grow deeper. My head flops back in bliss.
I’m practically planting roots on this bed, unable to stop tilting toward the sun. “I’m... I’m...” I utter, barely able to get out the other word. “Close.”
“Stop.” I feel the word before I hear it. My senses uncloud.
“Huh?” I ask, still following orders but frazzled.
“I said stop.”
“Wh-why?” I ask, aching to grip my shaft again as it bobs between my legs.
“Because—” he adjusts the camera so it’s only his face again “—I want you to save it. For me.”
The way he saysfor memakes my entire body shudder as if I had orgasmed. As if he could wring me dry with his words alone. It’s been so long, and I’m so gone for him. I let my erection dip as I nod in understanding.
“Good,” he says with an earnest smile. “Now, clean yourself up and get some rest. You’ve got an early morning workout to be prepared for.”
“Don’t work me too hard before you’ve gotten a chance towork me hard,” I tease.
“Don’t worry,” he says with a laugh. It’s a throaty thing. Super pleasing. “I know what I’m doing.” Oh, boy. Does he ever. “And don’t think I won’t notice tomorrow if you disobey my order once we hang up.”
Unable to wrap my head around how into this I am, I say, “I can be disciplined when I need to be.”
“Good. I’m holding you to that. Good night, Fake Boyfriend,” he says sincerely.
