"Humans are the only animal that can have sex over the phone."
― David Letterman
King of booty shorts: So what are you wearing?
C i e l: Shorts
King of booty shorts: Only shorts?
C i e l: Yeah
King of booty shorts: Why don't you take them off?
C i e l: Already on it ;)
A wide grin spread across the blonde's face and he couldn't keep himself from biting down on his lower lip as he slowly made his way across his room to stand beside his bed. Lean muscles were stretched out as he raised his arms over his head and arched his back. A satisfied groan slipped past his lips and he felt his skin almost tingling with excitement.
King of booty shorts: Are you naked? ;)
'King of booty shorts' - that's what the blonde called himself. Why he chose that nickname had a direct connection to his wardrobe choice – and those small shorts were now being tugged on by eager fingers. His wicked digits slipped inside the garment to cup his growing erection through his underwear, pressing down gently on the sensitive mass between his legs.
C i e l: Not entirely. Don't you want me to leave something for the imagination? *wink*
"Fuck yeah…" he whispered to himself as he squeezed down harder.
The blonde was in his junior year of high school and like any other sixteen year old boy he was overflowing with hormones; plagued by sinful thoughts of lewd activities and driven to acts that seemed to cause his innocence to roll right off of his adolescent body.
Sex was not something the blonde indulged in very often these days, not since he had recently broken things off with most of the young men he had used to get his desires fulfilled. He had done this simply because he was the kind of person who got bored easily – and those guys had been mediocre at best. Excitement was needed to keep this teen satisfied.
However, even if he did have the opportunity to get release in some other way than he was currently getting, he'd choose this over sex any day of the week. The teen had no idea why, but the boy on the other end of the country had him more excited than he'd ever been before – so excited that he had even found himself getting hard in the middle of class the other day just thinking about him and his sweet words.
There was something about Ciel – about the way he so perfectly obeyed him. Even though the blonde had never met the boy, and probably never would, he couldn't help but get the feeling that the younger boy was perfect for him. He'd known it from the start; the way he almost instantly gave him shivers of satisfaction with simple words and meaningless expressions; how his personality shone through something as simple as a means for communication.
Alois Trancy was the blonde's name, and he considered himself to be somewhat of a legend at his school. He got a thrill from invoking fear and respect in others, and while the person typing to him on his phone considered him to be a sweet and horny little angel, the students at his school saw him as a menace. Why that came to be was because Alois always fell victim to his impulsive side – which almost always meant that someone else was going to suffer. Many of the other students feared him because of his crazy ways but also because he used his frightening friends to do his bidding if anyone dared to mess with him – and many had, in the beginning at least.
He was, if you put it nicely, an annoying and vicious little shit.
King of booty shorts: Are you hard baby?
C i e l: Like a fucking rock. Now start touching me.
Alois flopped down on his bed, pushing away empty cans of soda, used up tissues and other rubbish that had accumulated over the course of one whole weekend alone. One blissful evening last week, his parents had called him down to discuss a trip that was supposed to be a romantic getaway for them to rekindle their emotions. What a load of crap, he'd thought. They just want to fuck without having to worry about me hearing.
Their trip had left him with the opportunity to indulge in whatever desires that fell upon him, without interruption. He and his little friend had of course taken advantage of this; chatting about naughty things at every given moment – something that Alois had a hard time doing while his mom was at home. She always had something to bug him about, probably a result of not having a job and nothing better to do while she stayed at home all day. Ciel, on the other hand, had all the time in the world, seeing that his parents worked way too much and left him alone all day long.
The two of them had been talking for roughly six months by this point. They had started out as two strangers, sharing a common interest—horror movies—but as time went by, their relationship began to change. They both seemed to share other 'interests' as well, and even though none of them had seen each other's faces, they still managed to find one another extremely titillating.
King of booty shorts: Oh you want that don't you. *draws a wet line all the way from your collarbone to your ear with the tongue you like so much*
C i e l: Ah yes, finally. *moans softly and tilts my head to the side*
King of booty shorts: Mmmm~ *breathes into your ear and nibbles at your earlobe while playfully tracing my finger over the hem of your underwear*
C i e l: M-more… *bucks up against your hand and whimpers*
Lean fingers pulled roughly at both the blonde's underwear and shorts, dragging them down his smooth legs. All that remained to cover his body were a pair of black thigh-high stockings, hugging his slender legs in a flattering way. Alois licked his lips as he took his phone back in hand to respond, using his other to lazily pump his now fully erect cock.
King of booty shorts: Don't worry baby, I'll give it to you. *slips my hand inside your pretty little panties and grabs that nice cock of yours*
C i e l: Aahh..! M-more please! I've been waiting for hours you f-fucking tease. *wraps my arms around your neck and closes my eyes*
King of booty shorts: *chuckles softly and starts stroking your lovely dick in that painfully slow way that you hate*
C i e l: (seriously, I've had a hard on for like two hours. Just start fucking my ass already)
*bites your neck until I draw blood*
King of booty shorts: (ahaha. I'm sorry for letting you suffer for so long baby. Give me a little something and I might just oblige. Tell me about how you're touching yourself, you filthy little boy)
*growls and rips your panties apart* what a shame… they were pretty. *ignores your twitching little dick*
Alois had spent the entire afternoon cleaning the house to erase all the traces of his escapades – except for his room of course, he never cleaned his room. He left that part of the house as disgusting as possible for one reason and one reason only – to gross out his mom, who couldn't bear to see the mess, and force her to clean it up herself. She knew it was useless to command him to do it – he had zero respect for his mother.
The party he had held the previous night had caused somewhat of a disaster, but it had been absolutely and without a doubt worth it. He had managed to get himself completely shitfaced in the course of an hour and had vomited in one of mother's flowerpots, and that he had "not remembered" to clean up. He got pleasant shivers by the mere thought of her finding out one of her favorite plants had been soiled and ruined by her son's doing. She would never have the guts to confront him about it, he already knew that. That's what made it so fun.
There was one more thing about this weekend that made him almost delirious with delight; he had just adored how his friends had gone out of their way to keep him satisfied; obtaining alcohol by stealing from their own parents – some of them almost getting caught and all for his sake. The thought of their undying and unfaltering devotion to him made his arousal even more intense than it already was. It made him squirm on the bedlinen while he kept moving his hand up and down over the hot skin of his length.
C i e l: (ugh.. you're killing me. I'm currently pulling on the thing like my life depends on it. Satisfied?)
*kicks you in the chest* y-you evil bastard. *gets on all fours and arches my back* don't tell me you can resist this?
King of booty shorts: (Sounds delicious. Are you that desperate to cum? You want my tongue on your cock, don't you?)
*slaps your ass and licks my lips*
"That fucking little brat…" Alois breathed into the stifling room as he rubbed himself faster, huffing out hot air as his eyes clenched shut. Pre-cum smeared on his pale fingers as it dripped down from the tip of his engorged dick, making them glisten in the dim light. The sheets crumpled underneath him as he arched his back slightly, tugging roughly on the piece of hard flesh in his hand. "F-fuck, Ciel…"
The image of a cute, average sized boy with short hair and a lean body played in front of his vision before he let his lids slide over his icy blue orbs. He could imagine the boy fucking his small fist, panting his name shamelessly into the silence around him. A creative mind saw small fingers wrapped taut around a not so big shaft, soft balls tightening, and the twitching the hard length would make while a delicious coat of slippery fluid made the reddened skin slick and glistening – oh, how he wanted his lips on that thing.
Another familiar ping came from the device lying beside him on the narrow bed and Alois forced himself to slow down, pumping his cock harshly one last time before he went back to teasing himself with slow, agonizing movements. He picked his phone up and slid his thumb across the screen, opening the message from the other boy.
C i e l: (uuuuh, Alois… you know I want that. Why the fuck aren't you here?)
D-do it again! Fucking slap me, you nasty old fucker! *wiggles my ass and looks back at you with a grin*
King of booty shorts: (If I'd be there you wouldn't have to rub that little thing at all… I'd wrap my lips around that juicy lollipop and suck you dry)
Such a needy boy. *slaps you again* do you want my big dick in there? *licks my finger and rubs it over your tight little hole*
C i e l: (I'm not gonna hold out much longer if you keep saying things like that… but ugh… don't stop)
Y-yes, now shove it in there already! I'm growing old waiting on your teasing ass! *moans and grinds my ass against your finger*
Alois loved how well Ciel played the role of his submissive. It fit him perfectly, and the fact that Ciel was a virgin made the whole thing even more titillating. Ciel made it so easy to imagine a perfect scenario where Alois trained him to be his perfect little toy, obeying his every degrading command.
The blonde's hand moved in a fast pace over his now slick length, coaxing even more fluid to emerge from the swollen tip. The thought of the other boy impaling himself on his thick cock had his mind hazy with lust, causing him to throb against his damp palm. Fuck fuck fucking ride me, Ciel. Squeeze my dick with your tight ass. Scream my name… The heat in his gut grew in intensity and he had to slow down again if he wanted to keep the fun going. With a shuddering sigh, Alois released his thick piece of flesh completely and returned to their conversation.
King of booty shorts: (Mmmmm~ my naughty, naughty little Ciel. Hasn't your mommy told you not to talk to people online?)
*grabs my dick and slaps it on your ass* you're so hungry for cock, aren't you? *pushes the tip of my dick against your virgin hole*
C i e l: (Uuh… fuck… you better hurry up)
*pushes back* just f-fuck me! Fuck me hard!
King of booty shorts: *shoves my huge cock inside of you* is that how you like it, pretty boy? Is this how you want to get fucked? *slams into you roughly and grabs your hair*
C i e l: Yes, pull my hair—aah! S-show me who's boss! *moans and drools*
The words written on the screen sent a vicious jolt of lust straight to his ignored length, forcing him to wrap his fingers around the thick shaft and pump it hard, filling the room with a loud moan.
"Aahh—C-ciel!"
With a shivering hand he kept writing to the other boy, feeling the edge creeping closer and closer with every glorious stroke of his hand.
King of booty shorts: *pounds into you ruthlessly and tugs at your hair* scream my name, you little slut.
C i e l: Alois… I can't… I'm gonna cum for you.
King of booty shorts: Fuck yeah baby… cum for daddy.
Ciel dropped his phone on his chest as a whine of pleasure flew past his slightly parted lips.
"Nnnn… Alois…" the boy moaned, lost in fantasy and bliss. The sheets underneath him were damp from sweat and in total disarray. His breath came out in swift pants as the heat pooled in his lower regions until the sensation became too much. A thin lower lip was bitten harshly as his climax hit him, causing him to shudder and cry out as he tainted his bare chest with white, thick liquid. One tired hand moved slowly back and forth to milk the last drops from his softening cock, squeezing down gently on the spent piece of flesh.
Ciel grabbed a tissue from his nightstand, wiping away the slippery result of his sinful actions before he let out a deep, contented sigh and returned to his phone, which had fortunately eluded the sticky drops that had spilled so generously over his milky white skin.
C i e l: *dies*
King of booty shorts: Good? Me too cupcake. Fuck, I'm exhausted.
C i e l: Ugh… Tell me about it. When do your parents get back?
King of booty shorts: In an hour or so. No more playtimes for you today.
C i e l: *whines* Nah, it's alright. I think six times in one weekend is enough.
King of booty shorts: *laugh* I agree. What if we lived in the same town. We'd fuck nonstop.
C i e l: I really wish we did.
King of booty shorts: You make me feel weird.
C i e l: Weird, how?
King of booty shorts: Idk… Like I want to make you my bitch.
C i e l: I'm already your bitch. Tell me what you really mean.
King of booty shorts: It's nothing... Please can't you send me a picture?
C i e l: No. I already told you. No pictures.
King of booty shorts: But whyyyyy?
C i e l: *sigh* what if we don't like what we see? Can't you just be satisfied with your mental image? *wink*
King of booty shorts: *groan* you're so boring.
"Ciel, honey! Are you in your room?"
The phone slipped between the boy's fingers as he panicked at the sound of his mother's heels clicking against the staircase, hastily shuffling around in his bed searching for his underwear. The phone fell somewhere between the pillows and was soon forgotten as he finally found what he was looking for. Quick fingers and thin legs worked together to cover up his pelvis just as a barely noticeable knock, caused by his mother's frail knuckle, reached his ears.
"Ciel?"
"Yes, mom! I'll be right out."
"What are you doing in there? You were supposed to unpack the boxes in the kitchen before I got home," Rachel murmured through the wood, wrapping her lean fingers around the door handle to check on her son.
Shit, I forgot! Ciel mentally cursed, fumbling to clothe himself before his mom saw him.
"Ugh—Sorry mom! Yes! I'll do it right away!" Ciel called out in a voice that broke in a charmingly pubescent way right at the word mom.
Just as her blonde hair and suited form came into view around the door, he had managed to pull on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, but the haste in which he had dressed had caused his cheeks to flush and for his breath to come out in soft pants.
"Honey… is something wrong?" Rachel asked with a frown, looking her son up and down from her place in the doorway. A small chuckle left her lips as quick steps took her right to the teen standing beside his bed. She tugged on Ciel's dark blue t-shirt while looking down at him, smiling as adoringly as only a mother could. "Is your mind somewhere else today?"
Ciel was silently begging for it not to be obvious what he just had been doing, but his mother's humored demeanor told him otherwise. He wasn't exactly embarrassed; what he felt was rather an odd sort of annoyance towards his mother's smugness. Irritation seeped through his every pore and he couldn't help but snap at her.
"Stop looking at me like that! What are you even talking about?" he barked as he snatched the fabric from her hand. "I said I'll come help you, you didn't have to come in here!" His flustered tone had his mother smiling even wider as her eyes fell on the garment covering his torso.
"Your t-shirt is inside out."
The boy looked down only to find that she was right, causing him to get even more exasperated. "Yeah? So what? Mind your own business, I'll wear my clothes however I want," Ciel snarled, stomping around the giggling woman to exit his barely unpacked bedroom. As he reached the hallway, the boy snaked out of his t-shirt, muttering to himself, before he turned it the right way and slid the garment back over his pale skin.
Rachel walked through the door just as Ciel straightened the fabric and walked past him with a tiny smile on her lips, heading down the stairs and towards the kitchen entrance. "Have you at least chosen your outfit for tomorrow?" she asked with a glance over her shoulder at her son just before they entered the kitchen.
On quick legs, Ciel followed his elder, huffing out in annoyance, "Yes, as a matter of fact I have."
Ciel did not despise his mother – in fact, he loved her very much. But like most teenagers, a certain frustration built up when things didn't go as planned and parents were often the ones who got to suffer the consequences of a juvenile's wrath on his path to adulthood.
Even if Ciel was a victim of all the things any teenager would suffer, he was still a very gifted and somewhat special young man. You could say he had a certain talent for problem solving; he also had a very proud air to him—one that he had inherited from his father—and in combination with his intelligence, these qualities had proven somewhat threatening to others. That is why the boy didn't have many friends, not that it bothered him in the slightest. Ciel was fine spending his day as he pleased, not having to indulge in the meaningless activities kids his age normally enjoyed.
No, he was a loner. Content getting lost in the world behind crisp paper and hard covers of books, their smell was an aroma unmatched by anything else. Books made him calm, made him feel right at home. It was within their pages were where he found solace.
This is why he was somewhat surprised by the fact that he had taken interest in the boy on the other side of the country. Alois was unlike any human he had had the "pleasure" of getting to know. Kind, loving, funny – and absolutely crazy. The slightly older boy was not that smart, but somehow Ciel didn't mind that. Alois had so many other things going for him; like his ability to make him smile even when he felt like murdering someone. There was also the thrilling sensation Alois gave him when he would tell him about something that elated him.
This confused Ciel, who wasn't used to having his empathy brought forward; he rarely found himself affected by other people's emotions but the boy texting him daily always had him questioning his view on himself – in a good way. Alois also had some pretty weird ideas and Ciel couldn't help but wonder what the full extent of his wildness could result in. Oddly enough, it made him curious beyond belief. The seemingly stoic and composed boy was craving excitement, and if someone could provide that, it would surely be Alois and no other.
All of these qualities—many of which seemingly contradictory—made the older boy one of the few people that actually had managed to intrigue Ciel. That, in combination with the sexual aura he seemed to emit, even through text alone, spiked an interest in him that was indescribable. Ciel had made a vow to himself that he would one day meet this Alois, such a person who managed to make him feel like this certainly deserved some effort.
Crouching down beside his mom, Ciel began skimming through a large cardboard box placed on the floor in front of the stove, picking up kitchen supplies and multicolored cloths. He glanced at his mom, waiting for the remark he was sure to come.
"Good," Rachel said, giving him a loving smile before she continued. "You need to be properly prepared. You have a big day ahead of you."
A soft sigh escaped him as Alois put his phone away on the nightstand, eager to finish what he had started. He had of course neglected himself in favor of the other's final moments of bliss, making sure Ciel received the proper fuck he so desperately craved. The other boy was not answering anymore and the blonde just assumed he had fallen asleep – it wouldn't be the first time. Still aroused to the max, Alois closed his eyes, once again picturing the smaller boy touching himself.
A strong hand clutched his rigid cock, squeezing down like his life depended on it, shivering in delight at the slightly painful but still glorious sensation that shot through the hard flesh. He jerked his hands not more than a few times before all of heavens glory rushed over him, causing his whole body to shudder. Flushed lips parted in a silent moan as he finally reached his climax, his eyes closing tightly as cum started spurting from the tip and running down the shaft. The pearly white fluid continued to emerge for much longer than it normally did and Alois could not resist opening his eyes slightly to gaze upon the magnificent beast that was his cock. He wished that he could suck it clean – he wanted to lap that sticky deliciousness from his own dick almost desperately so.
It was so sinful and forbidden to even consider such a thing, and the thought had him almost growing hard again in an instant. Slippery fingers released the softening length, slowly advancing in on his ravenous mouth. Just as he was about to stick his little pink tongue out to meet the coated digits the sound of the front door opening interrupted him.
Already?
He quickly got up, not bothering to wipe himself off before quietly opening his bedroom door to peek out through a small crack. His mother's light-blue dress was the first thing that caught his eye, and to his surprise, she seemed to have returned home alone.
"Mom..." Alois almost purred in a taunting tone before pushing the door open a bit further. "Where's daddy?" He wasn't bothered in the least that he wore nothing but his black stockings or the fact that his limp dick was flushed and glistening with the results of his previous moment of bliss.
Hannah raised her head to look at her son on the floor above, a frown quickly disfiguring her otherwise soft and kind face as she laid eyes on his body between the bannister railings. "Alois, darling, put some clothes on," she mumbled in a low voice, averting her gaze to glance at her suitcase instead of the blonde's nude form.
"Where. Is. Dad." Alois' eyes turned dark as he took a step forward, his hands balling up into fists at his sides. Frustration and annoyance were already coursing through his veins as he watched his mother with her pathetically submissive demeanor and hideous washed-out lavender dyed hair. What grown woman would allow herself to be seen in public like that? What his father saw in her he could never begin to comprehend.
"Are you deaf? I ask-"
"He went to the office," Hannah murmured with her gaze fixed on the floor. "He just dropped me off, he had some documents he had to pick up."
"Hmph... alright," he snarled as he walked down the narrow staircase, shivering slightly due to the cold wood that met the soles of his cotton-clad feet. The lean fingers of his left hand wrapped around the banister, the other hanging soiled and sticky at his side as he slowly made his way downstairs. A small smirk was curving the side of his lips as he approached his mother and if he wasn't mistaken, a look of actual concern flashed over her features.
"Alois, your father will be home soon-"
"Do you swallow daddy's cum?"
Hannah's eyes widened and her lips fell apart as she stared at her son, completely dumbfounded.
"Or do you just spit it out like-"
"Stop it, Alois! That is not an appropriate way to talk to your mother." She tried her best to sound stern but the blonde could hear the slight stutter in her tone.
A taunting laugh filled the large hallway before he retorted by raising his right hand to pet her cheek. The almost dried up liquid smeared on her skin and he could see it on her face that she knew exactly what was covering his fingers.
"A-Alois what in God's name..." she choked out in in an almost inaudible volume before hesitantly pushing at his wrist. "Go to the bathroom right now and wash up. Your father will be furious if he-"
As if on cue, the handle of the front door was pulled down and before Alois even had time to gasp out his distress, a tall dark-haired man entered the hallway.
Claude dropped his briefcase as his thin lips pursed and nostrils flared. "Alois! Would you care to explain why you're greeting your poor mother almost completely naked? Get dressed immediately! I will not have my son behave like this! You are shaming this family again and again." The man let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed his glasses higher up on his sharp nose.
Alois was panicking, regret covering every millimeter of his small stature. "D-daddy... I was just... I'm sorry. I'll get dressed right away," the blonde piped, covering his privates with both hands as he hurriedly made his way back up the stairs to his bedroom.
He had respect for his father; he respected him and he respected Ciel. No other humans had earned it like they had. Alois despised mankind and all the pettiness and puniness they all seemed to possess. How predictable they all were – small, fragile, pathetic people.
Alois scoffed as he washed up in the bathroom next to his bedroom. Water was dripping from his face down onto the porcelain sink as he contemplated the punishment he would receive. His father could be ruthless, but Alois wasn't worried. Computer restrictions or a few days confinement to his room – that was all a loving son would receive from a father who adored him.
His mother, on the other hand, feared him with every bone in her body. Alois had earned it over the years; torturing her, embarrassing her, taunting her. All mothers love their children they say. Alois wasn't so sure. After all he had put that poor woman through over the years he was actually wondering why she hadn't just packed her bags and left already.
The blonde ran his soaked, flower-smelling hand through his thick mane before heading out to put some clothes on. Just as he entered his bedroom he heard that familiar ping again and excitement quickly overtook him as he picked up his phone from the bed to eagerly read Ciel's newest message.
C i e l: There's blood everywhere.