Once I’m half hard, I snap a pic and send it.
TwinkleTop:Watch your tail bounce while you ride my dick.
3dge-m3:You want me on top?
TwinkleTop:I like boys who work for it.
Terrence snores. It sounds like someone pulling the starter cord on a chainsaw, letting me know that Terrence is alive despite his inebriation and absolutely killing my boner.
3dge-m3 replies in kind, massive cock with a pastel pink tip, the color shifting to a darker, slightly purple hue farther down the shaft. His thumb is dwarfed by his length. The pink head of his cock resembles a tulip bulb.
TwinkleTop:You want me to complement your cock?
3dge-m3:Yes, Daddy.
TwinkleTop:Such a brat. You haven’t said anything nice about mine.
3dge-m3:It’s perfect. The perfect size with a nice little curve.
3dge-m3: I bet your cheeks are the same color as the head of your cock.
The hot blood from my groin burns in my cheeks. I glance away from the messages to check the time, cursing under my breath when I see it’s past midnight. I have classes in eight hours and practice right after. If I go to this guy’s place now–because there is no way I’m bringing him back to the dorms with my roommate sawing logs, I’ll get four hours of sleep at best.
TwinkleTop:You like my size? It’s a lot smaller than yours…
3dge-m3:Size isn’t everything
TwinkleTop:You would know.
TwinkleTop:would you rather I suck your cock or step on it?
3dge-m3:Stepped on and shamed.
TwinkleTop:Figured. You’ve got a greedy hole and an oversized dick.
I’ll have to be patient. Maybe I can make a game of it, flip it around so 3dge-m3 is the desperate one, when I’m about ready to jump out the window and show up to this guy’s apartment unannounced.
TwinkleTop:When I see you, I want you to worship me. Think about all the nice things you’ll whisper to Daddy’s cock. Okay?
3dge-m3:Yes, Daddy.
I lay my phone onto my bedside table before rolling over and burying my face in my pillow. I’m not sure messaging guys late at night is any better than doomscrolling. Either way, I’m worked up and left struggling to fall asleep. Tomorrow night I can get all this energy out. Nothing beats the Monday blues like railing a monster bottom.
Chapter
Two
I’mgrateful the last five minutes of Professor Bravo’s class have never shown up on a pop quiz because I never catch the end of his lectures. Terrence is next to me, his knee bouncing as he watches the clock like it’s 3-3 overtime. I look between the clock, the door, and Bravo. My ears are attuned to catch that glorious phrase, but I really only need to hear the first two words.
Professor Bravo looks over his shoulder at the classroom clock. His signature tell–but I wait for the official call. “Well, class–”
I bolt for the door.
Professor Bravo might as well be on the replay; his words so slow compared to my body. “We can call it early.”
Behind me, Terrance yelps as he stumbles before catching himself on the back of another student’s chair. “Sorry!”
Oh, sweet Terrance, your manners will be your downfall. By the time he makes it out of the lecture hall, I’m halfway to the ice rink, its glass exterior sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun. The whole structure is like a mausoleum, in memoriam of a time when the The Dingbats weren’t a third-rate team. Which, I guess makes me a grave robber of sorts, since I’m inhere more days than not running my routine and working to perfect my footwork.
