TWENTY-TWO
THE SONG OF WHAT YOU MADE ME DO
SEBASTIAN
The three-hour timedifference wasn’t the worst part about talking to Alex on the phone. Sure, it was a hassle, but one with solutions. Sometimes I would sneak out of the library or step away from work to talk to him. Other times, he had to stay up late. As long as we got to talk, everything was fine.
Not even the fact that we were so far apart—even though I hated that quite a lot—was what bothered me most. Every day, as I went to class or studied, he reminded me it was for the greater good, that if we were actually together, I wouldn’t be able to focus on my exams.
Besides, we were constantly sending each other voice messages anyway, and five of the six months before we could see each other again flew by. With a heavy heart, we had decided not to meet in Vegas until my exams were over. As it turned out, I had so much more to do than I had expected. But now the flight was already booked, and soon I’d be counting days instead of weeks. Despite the distance, I felt close to him, and if I wasn’t completely off in reading him, he was handling it about as well as I was.
No, what I hated most about video calling—and everyone I told thought I was crazy—was how fucking small my phonescreen was. I had to hold it ridiculously close to see his face properly. If I’d had the option, I would have projected our calls onto the wall to make him larger than life, so I could take in every inch of him the way he deserved.
So, it was particularly frustrating when he answered our Sunday evening call bare-chested and with wet hair, because I couldn’t properly admire him. My mouth went dry, making me regret, once again, that I still had to wait a few more weeks before I could see him in person.
“Why are you naked?” I asked. My smirk stared back at me from the lower right corner of the screen and blocked his nipple, so I swiped it aside.
“Because you called ten minutes early,” he said, picking up the laptop he’d used to answer. He sat down on the bed in his room. “And to distract you as much as possible.” For a moment, the camera showed only his stomach and the top of his hips, covered by a beige towel. Since the laptop rested on his legs, it filmed him from a position I wished I were in.
“That’s clearly working.”
I leaned closer to the screen for a better view, but just then he tilted the camera up, bringing his upper chest and face back into frame.
He grinned at me. “Want to see more?”
My eyes flicked past the clutter on the floor to the open door of my room. Nora was staying over at Raul’s for once, so I had the place to myself, but still… I jumped up and locked the door, just in case. Nora had a knack for coming back at the worst possible times. I rushed toward my bed, threw myself on it, and settled into my cushions, stretching out my legs. The whole time, my eyes stayed glued to the screen, so I wouldn’t miss a second.
Alex blinked his right eye shut. “Are you ready?”
“Oh, I amsoready.”
We’ve done some pretty naughty things online over the past few months, and I won’t deny I enjoyed it a lot. In the beginning, we only jerked off together, a little shy about even showing our dicks, but it quickly turned into full-on private cam sessions. Now, I’ve got a whole password-protected folder on my phone filled with images and videos he sent me over the months, along with pictures of me I took and sent back.
Alex stood up and held the laptop above his face, revealing his whole body. He tucked his left hand behind the towel and let it drop. “Whoops! How’d that happen?”
My right hand drifted to my crotch while my left brought the phone closer to my face. His dick wasn’t hard yet, but it was already halfway there.
Damn.I wish I could see it better. Or touch it.
“Why are you making that face, Seb?” he asked, bringing the camera down right in front of his cock without hesitation. “Didn’t you get a good enough look?” His firm balls pushed his shaft forward even more. He turned and set the laptop on the bed. With both hands free now, he ran them over his dick, fingers wrapping around his shaft and stroking it gently. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I said, biting my lower lip. “I still wish I could see all of you.”
“No problem.” He climbed onto the mattress, tilted the camera up, and knelt in front of it. Now his whole body was visible in the frame, though his dick was still the main focus. He kept stroking, making himself fully hard.
I slipped my hand under my waistband and wrapped it around my cock. Alex glanced at the camera as if he could look straight into my eyes. His piercing gaze, combined with his focused strokes and the way his body moved as he enjoyed his own hand as if it were mine, made me want to crawl through the screen.
“This is good,” I said. “I love seeing you like this.”
“What would you do to me if you were here?” he asked.
After all these months, I had figured out that sometimes he found listening to me even hotter than watching me. At first, it was only a theory—because he always asked questions like this—but after two months of constant sexting, I put it to the test one Friday evening. I sent him a few naughty voice messages and told him to only listen to them when he was alone. Ten minutes later, I received a photo of his cum-covered cock and a confession that it had turned him on so much that he couldn’t hold back.
Now, whenever we called, and he put on a show, he rarely asked me to do anything in return. Instead, he always made me tell him about my dirty ideas. And I was happy to oblige.
“I’d take the place of the camera,” I responded to his question. “Lying under you like this, taking all of you in… I would open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and slowly lick over your balls, working my way up your shaft to the tip and take you fully into my mouth.”
“Would you let me fuck your mouth?” His fingers moved up and down, gradually speeding up.
