Miles:
Yes
Fuck thats scarey
I will tho
Anything you ask
I’ll tell you
I like drunk Miles. Sober Miles is fun too, but this honest, confident side? I like it. It makes me feel good in a different way than his sober sunshine does. They touch on two different parts of me. My ego and my heart, I think.
Me:
Would you let me fuck you again?
I slide my pants down, freeing my dick and spitting into my palm to use as lube to stroke myself lazily as I stare at my phone, waiting for a response.
Miles:
You should come here and find out
Me:
So I can bend you over the sink and fuck your pretty little hole?
Miles:
Holy shit
Yes. Plese do that
I want you to do that right now
Come heere. Meet me
If I were home, I’d meet him, and I’d fuck him in that bathroom until he came all over that mirror. I’d make him come so good he’d never be able to push me out of his mind, because that’s what I want. I just want someone to remember me, and if it’ll take fucking him good, I can do it. I can do that well, I know I can.
Me:
I’m not in town.
Miles:
Tease!!!!!!!
I take another photo, this one of my hand wrapped around my cock, the bead of precum resting at the tip. I send it to him, no shame of who sees it. It’s just a dick. His friends can look if they want.
Miles:
????????????
I want that in my ass
Me:
Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll give it to you when I get back
