This is what happens when I hang out with a gay man (my friend Kai, who adores Balcifer and who spends 85% of his time on gay dating sites) and one of my Tumblr crushes inboxes me with all the depraved things she'd like to do to me. SORRY NOT SORRY.
The hustle and bustle of the coffee shop is a welcome relief for Lu, who needs constant, mind-numbing activity to function properly. It's why he took this job in the first place, even though the twenty-six-year-old isn't hurting for money. His dad owns one of the biggest snack food companies in the country—he could kick back somewhere on a private island and watch the money pour in.
But Lu isn't content to just sit around and do nothing. He's too hyperactive for that. He gets bored too easily. That's really how his current problem got started anyway.
Lately, he's become obsessed with this guy he met on an online dating site—if Hook3dUp-dot-com, the Internet's premier guy-on-guy hookup site, can be considered a "dating site"—and it's been going... well, in one sense and terribly in another. It's going well because he and beezee29 have an insane amount of sexual chemistry, considering they've never actually met and Lu's never even seen his face (only his body, which is undeniably drool-worthy). The sheer volume of filthy messages (and the contents thereof) they've sent each other over the past few weeks is enough to make him want to take a five-minute break, duck into the bathroom, and beat off.
This is also why it's going terribly. Beezee29 and his raunchy messages are driving Lu—who goes by the username sillysatan since his name is short for Lucifer—to the point of distraction, spilling over from his nightly Internet surfing and into his daytime fantasies. It's frustrating and ridiculous, that a man he's never met has the ability to send him over the edge with a few well-chosen words and one extremely detailed photo of his body. Lu wishes he could see his face, and he's asked him several times, but beezee29 says he wants to maintain his anonymity. All he'll volunteer is that he's blond and has blue eyes, and this was only wrung out after nearly an hour of pestering. Lu has to admit that, after an hour, he would have just logged off until the heat blew over, but after all that, he got at least some of the information he wanted.
And he rewarded that with a picture of himself after beezee29's messages worked their magic on him, a blissed-out, debauched expression on his face and come splattered across his stomach and chest.
What he really wants is to meet him—somewhere, anywhere, he really doesn't care where—and fuck him for real. These emails back and forth are great, but he's started to desperately crave something physical.
It wasn't like this with shotguns4m, no matter how hot he was—and he was. Sam was six feet four inches of solid, chiseled muscle that had Lu begging in minutes, puppy-dog eyes that made him shove him on the bed and ride him like a pogo stick, and a sweet little smile that finally sent him over the edge. But there hadn't been this dramatic buildup, no months-long teasing, flirting bantering and almost nightly masturbatory messaging before they actually met. He and Sam had only emailed for about a week before Sam said yes to him, and after that, it was only three more days until they met.
They'd met two more times after that, and then Sam messaged him, saying he'd started seeing someone. To Lu's surprise, he didn't feel anything akin to jealousy or possessiveness at the revelation. He just sent him a quick No problem, hope things work out for you and that was it. That was months ago, and since then, he's had beezee29 to distract him.
And distract him, he has. Lu's asked a few times if he ever plans on meeting, and beezee29 always responds with a cryptic maybe, we'll see. Lu doesn't like the evasive answer, but there's nothing he can do about it.
He supposes, as a cute Brit accepts his coffee order and shoots him a quick wink, that he could just find someone else. It's just sex, after all—and it's not even sex. It's just mutual jerking off to some dirty messages with someone he's never actually met. He doesn't know why, exactly, but he likes beezee29 even though he doesn't even know the man's real name. He just tells Lu that his first initial is B. (This completely blows Lu's theory out of the water—his dad is prior Navy, so Lu's familiar with the term "Bravo Zulu" or just "BZ" as a way of saying "well done." He initially suspected that beezee29 was a Sailor, which would certainly explain how fucking hard his body is, but apparently he just likes to work out.) But he feels like, maybe, they could have some great sex, and he's not one to let go of something like that so easily. Whether or not it's what beezee29 wants, Lu's hooked, and he knows that even if he messages someone else, meets someone else, fucks someone else, he'll go slinking back to beezee29.
"You gonna be okay?" a gently chiding voice asks from somewhere near his left shoulder.
"Yeah, just fine," Lu says. He rolls his eyes at the brunette in the ponytail, another twenty-something named Ruby. She doesn't know what's going on in his life—no one else does. Not even his supposed best friend Warren knows how he spends nearly every night.
"You don't look it," Ruby says, her voice taking on a slightly more obnoxious tone.
Shows what you know, he snaps in his head. "You don't know me very well. I'm always okay."
It's a lie, though. When his phone vibrates in his back pocket, he straightens up from where he's been slumped behind the counter after the rush died down and checks his notifications.
1 New Email. It's from Hook3dUp-dot-com, telling him he has a new message from user beezee29. Unable to keep the grin off his face, he uses his phone's browser to check the message.
Hey, there, love. I can't stop thinking about you this morning. See, I've been wondering if your cock is as hard as mine is right now ;-)
Lu's grin widens. Starting early today, are we? As a matter of fact, I'm at work, but my mind's been wandering to places it shouldn't be right now.
As soon as he replies, he stashes his phone again and purposely avoids Ruby's inquisitive look. He should know that won't stop her, though. "Who was that?" she asks, making a grab for his phone—he's almost positive it's just an excuse for her to grope at his ass.
"None of your business," he hisses, glancing around to make sure there aren't any customers watching. He couldn't care less if his coworkers or his boss see—after all, they're used to him and used to Ruby. The last thing he wants, though, is a customer complaining about them. He doesn't want to lose his job, because if he does, there goes his occupation during daylight hours. Bored Lu is Crazy Lu.
"You got a girlfriend you're not telling me about?"
"No," he says, dancing just out of her reach. It's not that he doesn't like women—he's bisexual. He just has a low tolerance for most female personalities, plus he really just wants to get laid. Most females aren't into the one-night-hookup scene or sex-sans-commitment scene. For him, it's just easier to fuck men when he has an itch that needs scratching. When he's ready to settle down—if that ever happens—it'll most likely be with a woman.
"Boyfriend, then?" Ruby goes on, earning herself a scathing look from Lu.
"No," he repeats, tucking his phone down the front of his jeans. He's hoping Ruby will at least think twice about shoving her hand down his pants, but then again, it's Ruby. She's done crazier things.
"Then what?" she asks, eyeing the bulge in his jeans that has nothing to do with his dick.
"I told you. It's none of your business."
"I'll figure it out soon," she says. She leans back against the counter, crosses her arms over her chest, and gives him a dissecting stare.
He barely notices it, though. His phone just vibrated again, and considering its proximity to his cock, it's not astonishing when he jumps in surprise and his dick twitches in interest. He digs his phone out of the front of his jeans and turns his back on his coworker as he goes to read the new message from beezee29.
Oh, you're a dirty boy today. At work? You should be ashamed.
He's well-aware that his "reading filthy messages" grin is on his face, but he can't help it. Believe me, I am. Maybe you should punish me.
He has a mental image of beezee29 (though still having no idea what his face looks like) sprawled out on a bed, the duvet completely pushed off and the sheets twisted up from what was, no doubt, a medal-winning fuck-a-thon. He's lying there with his shirt on the floor and his jeans shoved down around his thighs (beezee29 mentioned not too long ago that he prefers going sans underwear, a fact that began taunting him immediately), fully exposing his body (which Lu has seen in somewhere around a hundred and fifty photos, all of which are saved on his laptop). His phone is in one hand and his cock is in the other, languidly stroking himself while he messages Lu. That thought is more than enough to get his pulse racing, and it does nothing for his smirk.
He puts his phone away as another customer approaches the counter and places her order. By the time Ruby finishes ringing up the order and Lu's actually made the coffee, he has another new message from beezee29.
Maybe I should spank you ;-) but I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? I'd have to get really creative with punishing you.
Actually, he would like that. Lu's pretty uninhibited when it comes to sex—at fifteen, when most boys his age were awkwardly flirting with girls or coming to grips with their own non-heterosexuality, he was openly fucking half the cheerleaders and secretly on his knees for half the lacrosse team (and the latter only because most of them were still trying to wrap their heads around liking guys). The point is, he's had eleven years to try basically anything and everything, and he knows he likes pain. A little spanking from beezee29 sounds perfect right about now. Now I'm even more distracted, thinking of all the things you could do to me. What'll it be today? Bondage? Orgasm denial? He really wishes he could cut out early and go home, if only to spend the rest of the day in bed with his fantasies.
Scratch that. What he really wants is to meet beezee29 in person and spend the rest of the day in bed with him.
It's almost ten minutes before he gets an answer. Good ideas all, but I was thinking of something a little bit different. I know how much of a masochist you are, so I'm curious as to what would happen if I went really slow with you. That would probably be a pretty good punishment, eh?
Lu unconsciously bites his lip. Beezee29 is right—to him, slow is torture. It would be an excellent way to punish him. Against his better judgment, he admits, Actually, yeah, that sounds like a really good form of punishment. I'd probably go crazy with your hands all slow and sweet on me. Although at this point, he doesn't really care, as long as he gets beezee29's hands on him at all.
His boss sends him out to wipe down tables and he's on the third one when beezee29's reply comes in. Who said anything about sweet? I'd hold you down and bite my way down your body and then lick ever so softly at the head of your cock. Lu nearly moans in frustration and, again, wishes he was back home in bed to masturbate in peace. And then I'd move on to your nipples, licking and biting, but not quite as hard as you like. And then after that, after I've got you insensible and whimpering and trying not to beg like a filthy little whore, maybe then I'll give you what you want.
As it is, he's trying not to whimper right now. His jeans are unbearably tight and he'd give anything to have beezee29 right there with him. They wouldn't even have to duck into the bathroom for privacy—he'd just let the man bend him over and pound him right across the table, in full view of the four or five customers who are still here after the rush and his coworkers and anyone passing by that particular window. He wouldn't care. All he knows is that it's been seven agonizing months and he's becoming more unstable by the day. He needs relief but, unless it comes from beezee29 himself, it won't do anything but frustrate him further.
But it certainly won't do to have him come in his jeans out here in the open. Leaving the rag on the table, he heads for the bathroom.
This was supposed to be a oneshot, but I wanted to post this tonight. I'll finish it in a few days, when I don't have to work again.