When he was naked, Tommy sat on the couch and turned the laptop to face him, seeing his chest and above in the small screen. Mike shook his head, laughing.
“Uh-uh, I want to seeallof you. Stick the laptop at the end of the couch, and make sure you can see yourself on your screen.”
Tommy did as directed, placing the laptop at the farthest end. He caught sight of himself in the bottom right hand corner. Lord, he looked positively wanton sitting there, naked as a jaybird. He struggled to keep his breathing regular, but his gaze flitted between Mike’s wicked smile and slow, slow hand, and the sight of his own shaft, lengthening and thickening.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Mike stared at him, lips parted. “Shove some cushions behind you, so you’re comfortable. And then spread for me. Let me see you, Tommy.” His hand moved slowly over his dick, squeezing it, fingers stroking over his balls, his eyes never leaving Tommy.
Tommy bent one leg and pushed it against the back of the couch, and then placed his other foot on the floor. He shivered when he took in the view. Mike could see his ass, cock, balls…. “This feels….” Tommy shuddered, unable to finish the sentence.
“Show me how you jerk off,” Mike whispered.
Shock rocketed through him. “That’s… that’s private.”
Mike smiled. “Tommy, I’ve been inside you. It doesn’t get any more private than that. But I wanna see how you make yourself come, when it’s just you, alone in your room, your dick so hard it aches.” He stroked the length of his cock. “Come on, baby. Show me. It’s just you and me. Show me,” he coaxed. “Show me how you play with yourself.”
Tommy swallowed. “This… this is….”
“Scary?” Mike suggested, his expression warm. “I know. But I want to know you, everything about you.” He fell silent, his gaze trained on Tommy. “So imagine I’m there with you. I’m sitting at the end of your couch, watching you.” He laughed softly. “Like I can keep my eyes off you, myhandsoff you.”
The look he fired at Tommy was so intense, it made his knees weaken.
“God, I wanna be touching you right now.”
“Yeah?” Tommy reveled in the feeling of power that coursed through him. He forgot about his fears, his inhibitions, and palmed his heavy, full cock, eyes focused on Mike. “Wish you were here too.”
“What would you want me to do, if I was there?” Mike licked his lips. Tommy’s new boldness faltered a little, and Mikesmiled. “C’mon, we talked about this. Both of us telling the other how we felt, what we wanted….”
He was right, of course. Tommy drew in a deep breath. “I like it when… when you put your fingers inside me.” He loved that, loved how it stretched him, loved the sensations when Mike stroked over his prostate. What he also loved was how Mike was making it good for him, getting him ready. He loved looking into those blue eyes while Mike fingerfucked him, his face showing just how much Mike loved doing this too.
“Oh yeah.” Mike grinned. “Well then, grab the lube.” Tommy picked up the small bottle. Mike nodded. “Now get your finger nice ’n’ slick.”
Hands shaking, Tommy opened the cap and squeezed a few drops onto his index finger. He put the bottle aside and looked back to Mike, who was watching him closely.
“Stroke over your hole, nice ’n’ slow. Pump your dick while you do it.” Mike was playing with his balls, rolling those heavy orbs through his fingers. Tommy slid his finger over his hot pucker, shivering. “Now push it slowly inside you. Close your eyes if you want, pretend it’smyfinger, Tommy.”
Tommy closed his eyes and slowly sank his finger into soft heat. It was easy to switch off his inhibitions and imagine Mike was stretched out on the couch in front of him, exploring him.
“How does it feel?”
“Feels… feels hot and tight. Burns a little,” he panted. “But… feels good.” He pulled his cock, trying to alleviate the aching sensation. The burn eased, and he moved his finger in and out a bit faster, starting to push down on it, hips rolling gently.
“Oh fuck, what you look like.”
Tommy wanted to see.
He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of him fucking himself, holding his dick rigid. He could feel precome, sticky andtrickling down the shaft. It wasn’t enough. “Want… want more,” he confessed, his face hot.
Mike nodded. “Want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.” His voice was hoarse. “Slick it up, now.”
Tommy’s fingers were slippery, fumbling with the cap and dribbling the clear liquid onto the thick dildo. He tossed the bottle aside and lay back, holding the wide head against his hole. The silicone was cool to the touch, nothing like skin.
“That’s it,” Mike encouraged him. “Now push in the head, slowly. I’m there, Tommy, kneeling between your legs, my dick pressed against your hole, wanting in.”
Tommy could hear the urgent need in his voice, and damn, it felt good.He wants me. He pushed, the muscle resisting him at first, until the head was inside him.
“Love how that feels.” Mike’s voice was soft. “You’re always so hot, so tight, your body just taking me in like I belong inside you. You feel like you felt that first time I took you.” His voice shook. “Fuck, Tommy, you felt so good.” He laughed. “What am I saying? Italwaysfeels good with you, every single time.”
Tommy’s heart soared. “Love… love it when you’re inside me,” he gasped out. “When you’re so deep, it’s like you’re a part of me.” In spite of Mike wanting him to pretend, it was easier like this. Mike was thousands of miles away, and Tommy felt free to say the things he’d never voice in a million years. He slid the dildo into him, groaning as it stretched him. “Oh, man, that’s thick.” He stilled, letting his body adjust.
