"A frog?"
"Yeah, like kiss the frog and get a prince."
"So at some point I was a frog?"
"No, just, what’s wrong?"
I pause. Is it rude to just ask him outright if he’s recording this? Or is it better to admit I’ve never done it and hope he realizes what I’m afraid of.
Honesty is probably the best policy.
"Are you recording this?"
"What?" He sounds offended.
"I, just, I don’t know if I should do this. It’s too risky."
"You don’t trust me." His voice is laced with surprise, and hurt.
"No, I do. I just, I dunno, I have to think about this kind of thing." I shrug, still standing, feeling exposed in every way.
"Rhys. I’d never. But, if you want to switch to a phone call we can."
"Really?" He’d do that? For me?
"Really, my cock is already rock hard and I need to start stroking it, so we’re either going to do that in front of each other on screen or over the phone. But we’re doing it. And soon."
A giggle accompanies my smile. "Let’s switch to just a call."
Immediately, Duncan disappears from the screen. And I reach forward to turn off my video. I carry the phone back to the bedroom at the back of the bus.
"You’re going to have to tell me what you’re doing though." He says as I slide the door closed.
"I’m getting into my bed at the back of the bus." I say.
"Hurry up and put your wild hand on your cock." I glance down at the W-I-L-D inked across my knuckles. Both hands, WILD and HOPE, work my pants open and shove them down my thighs.
"Tell me what you’re doing." Duncan reminds me.
"My, umm, jeans are at my knees, my boots are still on, hanging off the side of the bed, and, well my cock is in my hand."
"Yes, Charming. Fuck, I’m gripping my balls and the base of my dick just picturing you, in a hurry and greedy. Not taking the time to get yourself fully undressed."
"Wha-what are you wearing?" My words shake as my hand rolls down my length.
"Nothing. When I said I was half naked I was counting the bedsheet as a layer."
"Oh fuck."
"Yeah, you remember what my naked body does to you. Just like the memory of yours is already tightening my balls."
A groan transforms into a whimper as I pinch myself just under the crown.
"That’s it Charming, fuck." Duncan exhales. "You being rough with yourself?"
"Yes." The word is barely more than breath as I twist my fist down my length.
"Slow down, Rhys." Duncan chuckles. My cock throbs when the sound of wet spit leaving his lips follows his words.
