Jay: Then what?
I’m picturing him completely naked underneath me and I’m in my boxer briefs, straddling his small waist, my hard cock resting between his round cheeks.
Marco: Then Id wait until youre moaning to kiss from your ear to your neck and down your spine.
Jay:
It might be foolish of me, but I take that as a sign to keep going.
Marco: When I get low enough, Id move down and massage ypur bare ass. Would you let me?
There’s a long pause and I lay in my bed anxiously waiting. The dots come and go. Come and go. My dick leaks precum and so I give in and grab hold, pulling a few times, until Jay responds.
Jay: Yes. I’d let u.
Marco: Good. Then I’d make you turn over.
Jay: I like being told what to do.
I groan while reading his words. This lusty power has taken over all the confusion I previously had. Now it’s nothing but Jay.
Wanting Jay.
Needing Jay.
Pleasing Jay.
Marco: I like hearing that bc I wanna hold your slutty little hips down and drop my mouth on your cock.
Jay: Dude, I swear to god, if ur fucking with me right now, it’s not funny.
The abrupt change in direction has me pulling back. Should I stop? If I stop now, I can still brush this off as a stupid joke maybe. He’s giving me the out. But if I keep going… ifwekeep going…We. He’s replying back. He’s engaging in this. This isn’t just my brain at work because he’s doing this, too.
Is he into me? Because I think I’m into him. I play back the memories of the last several years. How close we are. How much we make each other laugh. How much he goes out of his way to make me feel comfortable and welcome. How much I care about him.
Fuck.
How much Icareabout him.
Jesus Christ, I’m blind. He’s been right there the whole time. My stupid, fucking, cry boner was trying to tell me something that my heart’s been trying to for years.
I need to see this conversation through. I need to know if he’s into me, too.
Marco: I’m not fucking with you.
JAY
I run into my new townhouse and slam the door closed, throwing myself on the living room couch. I left that date as soon as I read that he wanted to kiss me down my spine. I was being a jerk to that guy anyway. I couldn’t stop looking at my phone. He kept rolling his eyes, but I couldn’t care.
The only reason I went out with him was because Marco was going to be home, for good, in two weeks, and I was desperately trying to find someone to replace him in my heart with.
But when Marco my-best-friend-and-unrequited-love Borrelli told me he wanted to put his mouth on my cock, my plan vanished.
I’m so thankful the bar I was at was only a block away from my new place as I unzip my trousers and pull my throbbing length out, typing back to him with one hand.
Jay: I have slutty hips?
Marco: I wanma rub my hands all over them. I wanna run my tongue down that V and then up your shaft.
