TG: so what are you wearing
EB: where are you? are you even at home?
TG: not telling you
TG: what are you wearing
TG: im just lounging in my boxers
EB: are you really doing this?
TG: we are making this happen
EB: bluh! this would be easier irl
TG: just go along with it you little shit
EB: bluh! fine.
EB: i'm wearing my sleeveless hoodie and sweatpants.
TG: sexy
TG: is that all you got
EB: i don't have anything on underneath.
TG: you are have piqued my interest
EB: are you really just in your boxers?
TG: the silk red ones
EB: i like those on you.
EB: i think i'd like them better on the floor.
TG: sure deal
TG: as soon as we get that hoodie off of you
EB: ugh! then i'll be cold!
TG: dont worry babe ill warm you right up
TG: just let me slide my hands underneath that
TG: and up over your head
TG: just gonna toss this aside cause its not like you are going to need it anymore
TG: youre not gonna need any clothes with what i have mind
EB: and what exactly do you have in mind?
TG: well as soon as i stop drooling over this fine example of masculinity ive exposed i was thinking about touching it all over just letting my hand roam and feel and caress as i lean in and kiss you until whoops there go my hands wandering into dangerous territory but they really cant help themselves can they when there is such a fine specimen of gluteus maximus waiting to be fondled
EB: oh jeez dave!
TG: that feel nice
TG: do you like the idea of me touching you like i cant get enough of you like i have to have my body pressed against yours to live i have to have my lips on yours so that you can teach me how to breathe again because i get so lost in your blue sometimes that i forget
EB: wow.
EB: uh... yea. i love that.
EB: i love the way you touch me, like you still aren't sure you are allowed to so i have to show you that you are mine and i am yours so i kiss your neck, sucking until i leave a hickey, something to mark you as mine.
TG: id like that
TG: tell me more
EB: i touch you back, tracing out your lines and edges especially that one from your shoulders to your hips that makes you shudder when my fingers skim along there.
TG: i'd let you touch me where ever you want just to keep you touching me
EB: my fingers trace down from your neck to your collarbone down along your abs to your hips.
I let my fingers ghost along the path he's telling me as I lay on my bed.
EB: i play with the waistband of those boxers because they are getting in the way. how can i touch all of you with them there?
TG: how about i take them off for you
EB: that would be handy :)
I can imagine the sexy smirk that is probably on his face right now.
TG: alright
TG: im lifting my hips up and pushing my boxers down
TG: the waistband passes my ass up in the air down my thighs over my knees past my calves and then i kick them to the floor because they are no longer welcomed on the bed by egberts decree
I hit send on the phone and then follow through with my listed actions.
TG: there naked for all of your touching no fabric to get in the way of your fingers palms hands lips body against mine
TG: you have an all access pass to the wonderland that is this striders body
TG: you have found the golden ticket you are the winner it is you
EG: how yummy!
EG: but i have another idea :D
TG: im all ears love
EG: i want you to touch yourself, put on a show for me.
TG: oh ill give you a show
TG: my hands move down my front slowly teasingly until you are leaning forward in the seat wanting more so ill give you more because that means i can finally wrap my hand around my hard cock yes i am already hard for you because you are the sexiest thing in the universe
I have to restrain the moan that threatens to spill out of my mouth as my actions follow my own narrative. I am really grateful for the feature on my phone that lets me text with one hand.
TG: my dick is stiff and swollen and weeping which i use to make my palm slick so its easier to stroke myself
TG: do you enjoy watching my hand slide up and down my length watching as the head slips disappears and the pushes back out as i fist my cock from tip to base watching as i quiver to keep my hips from thrusting up into my hand
EB: don't hold anything back.
I really have to swallow hard at that text to stifle down a moan but I do let the tension on my hips go.
TG: i spread my legs open so that you have a better view of me jerking it each upward stroke pulls on my balls a little making them bounce my hips lift just a little with each downward stroke
TG: feels good to touch myself i want you to touch me but knowing that you are watching this that this is what you want is so hot
EB: stop stroking yourself.
My hand drops away from my dick like it was on fire. Which really isn't too far from the truth with how hot this is.
EB: i want you to touch yourself lower. get yourself some lube and spread it around down there.
Good thing I was prepared. I snag the lube from beside me, crack it open and pour some on my fingers. I smear it around just for a moment to let it warm up a little, but I still gasp as I touch myself. I do as he says and spread it around my entrance, not pushing in yet because he hasn't told me to yet. With my clean hand:
TG: alright getting nice and messy for you
EB: push one finger in. only one. don't get greedy on me.
TG: i only do your bidding your wish is my command
Literally. I push the tip of my middle finger against the ring of muscle until it gives way. I lightly push in and out, spreading the lube around inside until I get used to the intrusion.
EB: work it as far as you can go.
EB: no skimping! i know how much you can take ;)
I smile at the emoticon but follow his commands, pushing in a little farther than I pull out until I literally can't go any farther. The rest of my fingers are splayed out against the curve of my ass.
TG: k
EB: good boy! now let's add a second.
EB: pull out only as far as you need to though.
It's a little tricky but I manage to comply, working my ring finger in alongside my middle one until that one is also as far in as it can go.
EB: scissor and stretch yourself for me.
EB: open yourself like you are begging for me.
EB: show me how much you want me.
I obey, having to bite my lips to stop my gasps, moans, groans, but otherwise I don't hold anything back. I pump my fingers in and out, in and out, enjoying the light burn that accompanies the stretching. My hips jolt up with every thrust, wanting more despite the fact I'm already knuckle deep. I spread my fingers out as I pull out to stretch out the moment and my ass a little more.
Then my fingers brush against that special spot and it's electric. I can't stop the sharp moan that fall out of my mouth. Over my strained breathing I hear a faint, "Dave?" from the other room. I moan again as I shove my fingers back inside. My eyes are trained on the door as the handle rattles just before opening.
He really is wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. He is still wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.
He stands there staring at me with my legs opened and my hand at my ass. His mouth opens and closes a couple times until I return to his previous commands, pistoning my fingers in and out.
"Holy fuck." His eyes seem glued to my hand. "You actually..."
"Well, yea. You told me to," I manage to get out in between pants. I watch his stunned face that is quickly blushing at the lewd sight in front of him. Glancing down briefly I note the tent in his sweatpants. "Enjoying the show?"
"Fuck yes." He steps into the room, closing the door behind him. But instead of coming over to the bed, he goes to my desk and pulls the chair over to a good angle. "You've slowed down."
I suppose I have, so I return to focusing on fingering my ass as he watches. That's so fucking hot. My body twitches in agreement, arousal no longer confined to just my cock at this point. When I next look over at John next, his hand is down in his sweatpants stroking himself to my show.
"Thought I took that hoodie off."
His eyes flicker up to my face, almost surprised that it's connected to what else is happening on the bed. "I didn't think you were actually doing this. I thought you were just messing with me." He pulls his hand out and pulls the article in question off over his head. "There. That better?"
"Much. Now, what else shall I do for you?"
"Well obviously you need to keep going because you are still making coherent sentences." He pushes his pants down to his thighs and strokes himself where I can see it. Of course I watch, splitting my attention between my ass and his cock and how they are teasing one another especially when he starts pacing himself to my hand. I bite my lip to hold in a moan. "No. Let it out. Moan for me, Dave." His voice has that deep huskiness that he gets when he is thoroughly turned on so I do as he says and moan like a whore in heat for him. Letting go like that sends a wave of pleasure through me that reaches all the way to my toes that are curling into the sheets. It finally settles in my core and burns steadily.
I continue on until my breathing falters and I stumble over my words eventually getting out, "Touch... please... can I... touch myself... please!" I brokenly beg.
"Not yet," how the fuck can he sound that steady that calm. "You aren't there yet."
I let out a very frustrated groan but keep my fingers pistoning in and out like it's the only thing keeping me sane and then my fingers brush over that spot and I am no longer sane. My body arches off of the bed as I cry out for him. I keep my eyes locked on him, not really able to concentrate on focusing between the blues eyes that watch me hungrily, his tongue as it licks his lips so enticingly, his chest as it heaves lightly as his breath catches, his skin that shines with a light sheen of sweat, his hand as it strokes up and down to my in and out, and the head of his cock as a bead of precum swells before being swept away by a swipe of his thumb.
"John... fuck... John... fucking touch me!" My body is on fire and it feels like if he just breathed on me I would explode.
"Stop," he commands. My hand pulls away from myself so fast that I might have friction burn on my ass. I have to grip the sheets to obey from not touching myself. I am panting hard as my whole body fucking convulses from the drastic change.
"Fuck."
"Oh. Wow. You really are gonna do whatever I say," he says in an awed hushed tone. I just shiver in response. "Don't move unless I say so." He stands up. "And don't cum until I say so." I whine loudly at his words, but I don't refuse. He comes over to the side of the bed. "Cover your eyes." My clean hand comes up and clamps itself over my eyes. "Spread your legs." I push them apart until the top of one foot hits the wall and the ankle of the other catches on the edge of the mattress. "Good boy." I involuntarily quiver at that.
I can't see him but his voice is still coming from the side of the bed. I jerk a little when his fingers brush against my chest. It's not even a full touch; it's just a light grazing that curls and sweeps and dances just above my skin. I hold my breath to keep my chest steady, breathing shallowly only when I have to. The tips of his fingers are like embers but I want them to burn me everywhere. I whimper when they withdraw and gasp loudly as they return as a heavy grip across my neck. The pressure is that perfect balance between being too much and being ineffective. The bed shifts as he leans on it to get closer to me I assume. Just the thought that he is there right out of reach combined with my voluntary blindness keeps me up at the edge I had worked myself to. If he was just to touch me...
"Remember you can't cum until I say so." His voice is right there by my ear making me jump a little and press myself against his hand at my neck. His other hand starts up those light feather touches running from my collar bone down. It bypasses where I really want him, where I really need him to touch and starts caressing my thigh closest to him. I strain to keep myself from moving, all muscles pulled taut. I'm pretty sure I am about to rip holes in my sheet where I am gripping it.
"Please..." I half whisper, half moan.
"Please what? Let you cum? Touch you? Fuck you?" he growls seductively into my ear.
"Yes please!"
"No." I sob out loud at the answer. "I like seeing you like this. I love watching you react to my touches. I love how you obey. I love your whispered begs like you don't even want what you are asking for. I love seeing you so open and wanting. I love knowing that you are mine." His hand goes from moving with light touches to resting full palm against my far hip. I have to lock down my muscles to keep from rocking against it. His weight shifts but I can't tell what he's doing because I can't see and the rest of my senses are on overload.
"You may cum." Then suddenly there is a wet heat sliding along the underside of my cock. I scream out his name as my body impossibly tightens up another couple notches when I cum, painting my stomach. Through the haze of my pleasure I can feel the bed shake a little and then I hear John's low groan.
My dick twitches with aftershocks as my body slowly relaxes and loosens all my muscles until I am nothing but jelly. Our combined heavy panting fills the silence until he chuckles at me. "You can uncover your eyes now." My arm falls heavily from my face. I blink a couple of times and then I find John's face. He's smiling softly at me with a look of pure contentment.
The rest of the weekend consisted of snuggles with mostly me wrapped around his back if he was on his computer or draped over his lap if we were watching a movie. I keep him from doing too much class work for the rest of Saturday and for most of Sunday. I finally give in when he tells me that there was going to be a test in his organic chemistry class on Friday next week.
"Alright, fine. You can have your book back. I hid it in your bookbag."
"You know, that's actually kinda brilliant. Hiding it by putting it away. I would never have guessed to look there."
"Not with the way that you were checking out the freezer, microwave, under the sink, the shower, behind my turntables, et cetera. It was if you were a drug dog going after my stash. Which you'll never find on your own either."
"Hey I listen to your stories about the Houston apartment. You and Bro never put anything into the right spot apparently. I mean you had fireworks in the sink and cherry bombs in the ice maker!"
"Just because we didn't, didn't mean we didn't know how to."
"Sure, Dave, sure."
"Whatever. But if you are going to study organic chemistry this late you should curl up in bed to read it."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because that shit makes you pass out like Roxy on her seventh rum and coke. I've had to haul your ass to bed after your study sessions and you were barely coherent in the mornings. It would make my job easier if you were already in bed. Taking the pants off of a sleepy Egbert is not an easy task and very less sexy than it sounds."
"That's so weird. Studying doesn't usually make me tired and it's not like I fall asleep in class... You are just angling to get more snuggles in."
"That might be a beneficial side effect that I am looking forward to."
He does as I recommend and studies in bed. He has his organic chemistry book and I have my laptop and we are leaning up against each other. It's just so casually comfortable that I don't even realize that I am smiling until Egbert asks me what I am smiling at as he closes his book up just after eleven.
"I'm smiling? Huh. Guess I am. I was just thinking about us."
"That's a good smile to have then."
"Ready for bed?"
"Yea, I finished rereading the chapters. But I'm not as tired as I thought I would be."
"You are making fully coherent sentences, which is an improvement."
"Just pass me your laptop." I exit out of the programs, close the lid, and hand him my laptop to put on the night stand. He also turns off the lamp before turning back to bed. In the darkness we arrange ourselves into a comfortable position. "This weekend was nice."
"It was. I didn't have to share you with anyone."
"Are you jealous of my classmates?"
"I am jealous of anyone who gets to bask in the beam of sunshine that is your smile. I even get jealous of myself sometimes."
"How does that even work? You don't have any alternates anymore."
"I don't know. Just accept the praise." I lean over and kiss him as he tries to make a smart ass reply.
"Hehe, alright. You win. Goodnight, Dave."
"Goodnight, love."
"Sweetheart."
"Pumpkin."
"Darling." "Babe." "Dearest." "Angel." "Buttercup." "Honey bun." "Dumpling." "Tootsie." "Doll face." "Smoochy." "Snookums." "Stud muffin." "Hot stuff." "Casanova." "Uh..." "Prince." "Princess." "Hey!"
"I'll be your Mario if you'll be my Peach."
"I'm going to another castle if you call me princess again."
"Aw come on. It works! I'm a brunette and you're a blonde. Plus I think you'd look good in a dress."
"What?" All of my facial expression directed at that comment is lost in the darkness of the room so instead I roll over away from him. "No. Striders do not wear dresses. This bod is much too manly to be decked out in lace and frills and pink. No. Never going to happen." His arms go to my waist and pull me against him as he scoots towards me. I know I am in trouble when I feel his breath of the outer shell of my ear.
"And what if I ask you to?"
I don't say anything but I think the shudder than passes through my body answered for me. Sexy, husky, seductive whispers in the dark should be illegal. Especially when they are asking me to dress in drag.