He sighed, then said, “It has a bathroom though, right?”
I frowned. “Uh. You wanna hear me take a shit?”
“Not my kink. But I do want to hear you go into the bathroom, pull your dick out, and jerk yourself off.”
“What?” Shit. That was too loud. I swallowed. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
“Mm, I’m not. Come on. Be a good boy, get up, and walk to the back of the bus.”
“Eat my ass,” I said, but dear god, my feet were already dropping to the floor. I was already standing up.
I kept one hand on the phone, the other counting the seats as I made my way back, then tested the door handle.Be locked. Be locked. Be locked.
It wasn’t.
It opened with a loud creak and slammed behind me.
“Mm. Good. Do you have FaceTime on your phone?”
“Uh…why?”
“Because I want to watch,” he said, like that should have been obvious. “You know how to work that?”
“Dude, do you think I’m a boomer?”
He let out a strangled cough. “I just…didn’t know if FaceTime was something you could use.”
“I can use anything, fucker.” I navigated my screen until I could send the video request, and I heard the little ping when it connected. “How’s that?”
“A great view of your nostrils.”
I held my middle finger in front of the phone screen until he burst into laughter, and then I tapped around it until the screen reader told me I’d gotten the button to flip the video.
He sighed. “Good boy, though I don’t really want to look at the toilet. Take your dick out.” His voice was very, very quiet, though the only person who could hear him like this was me.
My hands trembled as I obeyed him, a little thrown by the way he’d turned the tables on me. That first night in the locker room, I’d been ordering him around, but now…Christ, was this what he felt when I praised him?
“I don’t know why the fuck I’m listening to you,” I murmured.
“Because you know you want this. You know you want to be good for me. And you believe me when I say I know what’s best for you.”
“Fuck off,” I spat. “That is the furthest thing from the truth.”
He hummed in disbelief, then groaned when I angled the camera at my dick. “Perfect. Fuck. Look at you so fucking hard for me.”
And god help me, but I was. My dick was thick and throbbing in my palm as I closed my hand around it. I knew I was small—and not just small. Technically, I was micro, if I was going by WebMD and my urologist’s standards. No one had ever cared though.
And if they started to, I showed them how good I was with my fingers and tongue.
But Alexio was also my first guy, and I knew that other queer men were a little less accepting on the whole. But he didn’t seem bothered. He almost seemed turned on.
Maybe that was his kink.
“Push your thumb against the head,” he told me. “And make sure you keep quiet. As much as I want to hear your slutty, pretty moans, it’ll have to wait.”
“Oh fuck,” I said, my voice weak and thready. My knees threatened to give out. My hand trembled as I locked my knees around the toilet bowl to stay upright and still hold the camera.I did as he said, pressing my thumb against my slit, and it sent a ripple of pleasure up my spine.
“Yeah, you like that. Thought you might. Squeeze a little harder now.”
