Like mother, like son. “When will she be back?”
“An hour or so.”
“You want to get messy?” Ezra nodded, his eyes already half-lidded with lust. He bit down on his lower lip in anticipation, another one of his tells. “You know what I was thinking about?” Roman asked as he dragged his thickening cock out of his boxer briefs and gave it a few light tugs. Ezra shook his head. “I was thinking about the morning before you left when we were showering together, and you were sucking me off down on your hands and knees.”
“You were so hard,” Ezra said, not even trying to be sexy but achieving it, nonetheless.
“Yeah, and you did such a good job.”
“When you ejaculated, your muscles went as stiff as your penis and you looked so beautiful. Like a sculpture of a warrior.”
“Mmmm, I’m getting hard again thinking about it. Are you?”
Ezra glanced down at the growing bulge in his underwear. “Yes.”
“Take it out and show me.”
Ezra’s hand dipped into his tiny undies and pulled out his pretty, pink cock. He crawled a little closer to the phone so Roman could see him up close. “Can you see it?”
“Yeah, like a little strawberry Push Pop. I wish it were in my mouth right now.”
“Me too,” Ezra said with a needy little moan.
“Pull back your foreskin and show me how wet you are.” Ezra obliged, exposing himself to Roman without reservation. Roman could practically taste the jewels of precum that had beaded up on his slit. “Good boy. Pet it for me now, nice and slow.”
Ezra’s one hand started stroking his cock, his knees bouncing a little with the motion. He licked the forefinger of his other hand and buried it deep in his underwear.
“You looking for your pleasure hole, baby?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Ezra whined which meant he’d found it.
“You need me there with you, don’t you?”
“Yes, I can’t stimulate my prostate the way you can, not even with a toy.”
“I’m much better than a toy, babe. Take off your underwear and make it so I can see you fingering your hole.”
Ezra made some adjustments so that he was lying back against the pillows, his legs spread with his feet resting on either side of the camera, giving Roman a perfect close-up of his ass, cock, and peachy little balls. Ezra’s cheeks were pressed against the mattress, obscuring his hole as he pushed one finger inside. “There’s my little cream pie,” Roman goaded. “Mmmm, you’re making me so hungry, Ezra.”
“You eat me out so good,” he cooed and raised his hips a little to thrust into his hand.
“Two fingers now, babe. Get some lube if you need it.” Ezra grabbed a tube from his night table and eagerly coated his fingers. “Massage your hole first. Gotta take care of that pretty little rosebud for me.”
Ezra’s fingers made squelching noises as they circled his hole, already puckered and pulsing like a hungry mouth. Roman thought about sinking inside Ezra’s sweet cheeks, how warm he was, how he squirmed from the penetration, which only made him clench tighter around Roman’s cock. Ezra moaned as his two fingers pushed inside his messy hole, reaching in as far as they could go.
“Don’t forget about your cock, baby.”
“I need you here,” Ezra begged.
“I know, but it’s only for a couple more days, and then you’ll be home, and I’ll be doing that for you.”
“I can’t wait.” Ezra lifted his head off the pillows to scowl at Roman briefly before falling back down again.
“Me neither. My dick’s so hard right now. It needs a little Ezra pleasure hole to swallow it up in one gulp. I want to be inside you so bad…” Roman broke off for a moment and simply stroked himself while Ezra curled and panted on his bed. “What are you thinking about now?” Roman asked. Ezra’s fantasies were rich and somewhat detailed—always a turn-on.
“I’m thinking about wearing something pretty for you,” he said.
“I like that idea. What’s it look like?”
