Woefully I regarded my now limp dick as the sobs from next door increased in intensity. I felt bad for the guy, but I didn't think he’d appreciate me knocking on the wall to ask him if he was okay.
An idea hit, and I picked up my phone. I started with my favorite app, Rogues Gallery. The guy might not be gay, and that was the most flexible app I had. Choosing the option for “Instant Gratification”, I let the map feature do its work. Bingo.
Username sirjohnson4’s location was right on top of mine. He didn't show his face—or his dick—in his profile photos, but his chest and ass were extremely attractive. Thin but well-muscled. He was into men. Perfect. I clicked on the button to message him.
Me:
hey, help a guy out?
Next door his phone beeped with the incoming message. He sniffled a couple of times, and his breathing was still wet and heavy, but the sobbing stopped. I waited. He was no doubt checking out my profile photos. Like him, I didn't show my face, but I had a couple of money shots which I hoped he’d find “inspiring”. After a minute or so, I got a message back.
Sirjohnson4:
I'm not the best person to ask. I'm about to bail.
Me:
no, please. You're my only hope. This clinic has a dampening effect on my dick.
Sirjohnson4:
What do you want?
Me:
Dick pic
Sirjohnson4:
no. Hard limit
Me:
dirty talk?
Sirjohnson4:
I'm not feeling it today, sorry. Like I said, I’m gonna take off.
Me:
will you give me 5 minutes and let me do the talking? Just having someone on the other end is way hotter than anything on these DVDs.
Sirjohnson4:
...
Sirjohnson4:
fine
Relieved, I put my phone down on the counter and switched to speech to text.
Me:
thanks. I won’t show you, but my dick is real happy about this conversation
Me:
