I take another mouthful of alcohol before putting the bottle down and settling my hand over my dick.
Miles:
Do you like my outfit?
Me:
Fuck yes. You dress like that often?
Miles:
Just when I go to the strip club.
Me:
You’re at a strip club?????
Miles:
My friends wrk here. They bulled me intoit.
Why don’t I like the idea of him in a strip club dressed like that?
I pull the photo up again, taking in every inch of him I can see. The slight tone in his arms, the pale color of his skin, his narrow waist but slightly curvier hips.
I think of his cock behind those slacks, and the way it looked in my hand, and how it throbbed when he came.
Me:
You made my dick hard
Miles:
Really?
Fuck that’s hoooooot
I grab it, making an outline in my sweats to take a photo to send him.
Miles:
Goog god.
Don’t do this to me
Your so hot
Me:
You think so?
Miles:
Fuck yes I do.
Me:
So… I could ask you anything right now and you’d answer honestly?
