by James, J. P.
HotandHung: I’ll support whatever decision you make. I just want you to be happy.
The second message makes my heart feel like it’s about to explode. I don’t think anyone has ever cared this much about me, and that includes my own mother. Am I crazy? Am I insane? How is it possible that this man I’ve been chatting with is suddenly my closest friend and confidant?
It’s been less than two weeks, but I’m falling hard for him. He’s kind and non-judgmental, and keeps a smile on my face. Not to mention the fact that he has an incredible body. I want to meet him in person, but still, maybe I’m not ready for that. I’ve never met anyone off of the internet before, so there’s definitely the creep factor. What if he isn’t who he says he is? What if those aren’t his abs, and he’s actually a disgusting, seventy-year old man? If he’s been deceiving me this entire time, it’s going to be a crushing blow.
Plus, what if things change after we meet up? Things seem perfect right now, but all of that could go down the drain once we’re face to face. Maybe we should wait a little while longer before meeting. The only problem with that I’m dying for an encounter with him – preferably one where usernames and keyboards aren’t involved.
NeighborBoy: Thank you, I really appreciate your empathy. I agree with a lot of what you said. It’s a tough decision, and I don’t have my heart set on anything yet. I was thinking about going out of state for college, but now I’m thinking I’ll stay.
Maybe running off to California isn’t such a good idea. It’s not like I could afford it anyway. Plus, if HotandHung is around here, then this is where I want to be too. Is that crazy? Suddenly, he means so much to me that I want to alter my future for him. My cell phone screen lights up as I receive another message.
HotandHung: I’m happy to support you in any way I can. What made you change your mind about going to school out of state?
I gulp. Should I be honest with my paramour? I don’t want to scare him away, but the truth is he’s quickly becoming the only reason to stay around this place. If it weren’t for him, I’d be out of here the day after graduation. Now if I leave, I’ll feel like I’m leaving someone important behind. I mean, I guess we could still correspond. That’d be no problem. But we’d never become anything more than email buddies. I decide there’s no point in hiding the truth. Taking a deep breath, I begin to type.
NeighborBoy: Honestly, I know things are still pretty new between us, but I like where they’re going. I don’t want to move across the country and lose contact with you altogether. I mean, we can always text, but I feel closer knowing that you’re in the vicinity.
It’s the truth. Although our relationship hasn’t left the virtual world yet, I’m looking forward to meeting him in person someday and taking things to the next level. The connection between us is strong, and I would hate to just give up because of distance. It’s too precious to me. It’s not every day that you meet someone who completely gets you. HotandHung is a rare gem, and I’m lucky to have found him.
HotandHung: I’m touched, NeighborBoy. I enjoy having you in my life as well. Before we started chatting, I felt lonely here in this small town. Now, I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.
HotandHung: I’ll be even happier when we meet face to face one day :).
NeighborBoy: Me too, but I’m kind of nervous about us meeting in person. I’m afraid of what you’ll think of me.
There’s a pause.
HotandHung: What do you mean? I think you’re great. You don’t have anything to worry about.
How do I answer this? My fingers hesitate before beginning to type.
NeighborBoy: It’s just that I’m young, so I’m not sure you’ll be attracted to me.
HotandHung: It’s what’s on the inside that counts. I’m already attracted to your personality, and that’s what’s most important. Having an emotional connection with someone only makes being physical with them ten times better.
NeighborBoy: I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been physical with anyone before.
There’s a pregnant pause.
HotandHung: Are you a virgin?
NeighborBoy: Sadly, yes :(.
HotandHung: Hey, nothing wrong with that. I prefer guys with less experience. I can take my time with them and please their bodies in ways they had no idea was possible.
Oh shit. My cock stiffens at the first sex talk we’ve ever had.
NeighborBoy: I’ve always wanted my first time to be with someone who knows what they’re doing.
NeighborBoy: Not some guy who lacks experience, like me.
HotandHung: Yeah, it’s better when at least one person knows what they’re doing. I didn’t get so lucky my first time lol. That’s probably why I like to make sure a guy’s first time is one he’ll never forget. Guys usually get intimidated the when they see how well-endowed I am, but I always take my time and make them feel comfortable.
NeighborBoy: I hope my first time is like that.
HotandHung: It can be. Just as long as the man you’re with caresses and sucks all of the right places first.
Our conversation has taken a turn, and now I’m completely aroused. He sounds like he would know exactly how to please me. What would it be like? Some guys are all talk, but I believe every word this man says. Am I insane for wanting to lose my virginity to someone I’ve never met before? With eager fingers, I type again.
NeighborBoy: You sound like you know what you’re talking about.
HotandHung: I do, but I’m more about action. It’s all about action, and not words.
My heart pounds as my cock stiffens. Oh shit. My fingers tremble as I type a reply.
NeighborBoy: So … what would you do to me?
HotandHung: For starters, I’d gently rub your rock-hard dick while we share a passionate kiss. One with lots of tongue involved. Then I’d unbutton your pants and slip my hand down, fondling your cock and making you to moan in my ear. The sweet sound would cause the pre-cum to start dripping from my shaft. My hands would drag your trousers to the ground, exposing your stiff pole. I’d wrap my lips around it and stroke your cock with my tongue as I sucked, forcing you to climax. Afterwards, I’d gently bend you over and smear my pre-cum around your tight asshole. Fully lubed, my cock would ease its way into the tiny hole, and pump hard until milky semen pours from both of our dicks.
Oh fuck! This is so hot! I have a full blown boner now. Fuck, I can’t even see straight. I wish he were here right now to do every naughty thing he wrote in that message. As I glance down at my bulging cock, I realize it’s practically bursting out of my pants. Not only that, but there’s pre-cum seeping through my jeans, and a tell-tale wet spot. I re-read the message over again as I rub the lump in my trousers.
NeighborBoy: I like the sound of that.
HotandHung: Oh yeah? How much do you like it?
NeighborBoy: A LOT. I even have a boner now.
HotandHung: If I was there I’d take care of that for you.
HotandHung: You should touch it and pretend like it’s me.
My cock is pleading with me to do as he says, but I hesitate. Is this the right thing to do? Is this what sexting is? It feels both weird and arousing talking like this. Plus, my mom could be within earshot, and it would be damn awkward if she overheard me masturbating.
Still, my throbbing rod is aching for a touch. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun. Slowly, I drop my pants down to my ankles. Squirting a glob of lotion in my hand, I begin to stroke myself.
NeighborBoy: I’m doing it.
HotandHung: Good, I’m touching myself too. Now imagine you’re inside my mouth and that my tongue is licking the head. How does that feel?
NeighborBoy: It feels really good. Oh man, it’s like you’re really here doing it.
HotandHung: It feels good for me too. I can taste your pre-cum on the tip of my tongue.
NeighborBoy: Yeah? How does it taste?
HotandHung: So sweet and creamy. Just how I like it.
HotandHung: My turn.
Now you’re the one sucking and licking. Your mouth feels amazing on my shaft. Do you feel my big dick sliding down your throat?
NeighborBoy: Yes, I can feel you stroking in and out. Oh my god, you’re so huge and I’m choking a little, but I like it.
Gritting my teeth, I intensely jerk my hand up and down my cock. I’m close to coming, I can feel it. This is better than expected. I never would have imagined the sexting could get me this turned on, yet it feels like I’m in the moment with HotandHung, and that everything that we’re saying is really happening. Groans seep from my lips as I continue to grip my dick. Hopefully mom is somewhere else in the house and doing something else. My fingers struggle to type as I get closer to climaxing.
NeighborBoy: I’m about to come soon.
HotandHung: Me too. I just keep imagining you bent over. I’d spread open your soft ass cheeks and thrust my dick inside of you.
NeighborBoy: I’d love that.
NeighborBoy: Fuck, it’s happening. Oh shit!
My entire frame shakes as hot white semen bursts from my twitching shaft. My cell phone falls out of my hand as my body crumples over.
“Shit,” I groan heavily as I collapse. Holy. Fucking. Shit. That was amazing. Come drips down my pole as I lay on my back, trying to catch my breath.
“That was the best,” I manage softly through quivering lips. Slowly, I roll over and I reach for my cell phone. Luckily, it didn’t fall into the gooey puddle of semen on the floor. Fuck, that’s a lot of liquid. I’ll have to clean that up later, but right now I need to see if HotandHung climaxed too. Sure enough, he did and a grin spreads across my face.
HotandHung: I just came too. You were amazing, pretty boy :). Do you like sending naughty messages?
NeighborBoy: This was my first time doing it, but yeah, it was awesome.
HotandHung: Good. Maybe we can do it again some time?
NeighborBoy: Anytime ;). I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.
HotandHung: Me neither. It was hot as hell imagining you here with me.
Suddenly, a shrill voice interrupts.
“Jake!” my mother bellows.
Heart racing, I jump up and quickly pull my pants up. “Yeah?” As I button my pants, my eyes fall on the puddle of semen pooling on my floor. Damnit, I’ve got to hurry and clean this up before she barges in here. I rush over to my laundry basket and grab a dirty shirt. Footsteps approach as I hastily wipe up the semen. The T-shirt is drenched, but there’s still a tell-tale mess on the ground. Quickly, I take another dirty shirt and scrub furiously. As the door knob turns, I toss the semen-soaked shirts into the laundry basket with what I hope is an innocent smile.
“I’m thinking about ordering Chinese tonight for dinner,” Elena says as she walks through the door with a menu in her hands. She glances up from the pamphlet and stares at me. “Why do you look so flushed?”
“I’m just a little hot,” I stammer, trying not to look over at the come covered T-shirts in my laundry. Elena grimaces.
“Well open a window. You’re red all over. Do you want Chinese?” she asks.
I nod. “Um, sure. Chinese sounds good.”
“Alright. I’ll order moo shu chicken and fried vegetable rice,” she replies.
“Okay, great. I’m starving,” I mutter. Why can’t she just leave?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Elena asks while studying me closely. “Are you coming down with a fever? Make sure you open that window.”
I nod with a forced smile. “Okay Mom,” I say. “I’m fine. Will do.”
She finally leaves, and I’m able to breathe again. Shit, that was a close one. I walk over to the window and open it for some fresh air, letting in a cool breeze. Damn, I needed that.
Taking my phone, I open the conversation between me and HotandHung. Luckily he’s still online. I can’t stop smiling as I stare at the screen. Sexting is hot, and with him, it reached about a million degrees.
NeighborBoy: I can’t wait until we do it again.
HotandHung: Soon. I promise. I’m gonna hop in the shower now. Things got pretty messy over here ;). I’ll talk to you later, okay?
NeighborBoy: Okay, I should probably take one too. Talk to you soon.
I log out of ChatAttack and press the phone to my chest, feeling completely elated. My body is wrung out from the powerful orgasm, yet my cock’s still twitching with lust. Tonight’s conversation was the best one yet, and not just because of the sexting. It’s because HotandHung is an intriguing and devastatingly sexy guy.
He’s been nothing but charming and thoughtful since our first conversation, and after tonight, I think I’m finally ready to meet him in person. He’s proven that he cares about my well-being, and that I don’t need to hide who I really am from him. Plus, sexting is great, but I’d much rather do all the things we talked about in person instead of online. Is that wrong? My body’s been awakened, and suddenly, I don’t want to go back to the way things were.
8
Vance
My heart rate climbs as my hand strokes my leaking cock. I’ve been texting NeighborBoy again, and these days, the orgasms are coming fast and furious.
“Holy shit,” I growl. I’m on the verge of blowing another huge load. Closing my eyes, I pretend I’m plowing into NeighborBoy’s tight ass. He’s moaning beneath me, with his face pressed into the mattress in ecstasy. My throbbing dick can’t take much more. Fuck, I’m about to burst! As I heave heavily, a powerful stream of come shoots out of my rod, splattering all over my mattress in a hot mess.
Fuck! I don’t think I’ve ever seen this much come pour out of me before. I roll over on my back and try to catch my breath. My head is still whirling from the intense orgasm, and I can hardly think straight.
All I know is that I’m falling hard for NeighborBoy. I haven’t had sex in years, but being with him feels like the real thing. He enjoys it too, and it’s only a matter of time until we take our conversations from the internet and into the bedroom.
Fuuuck. He’s a virgin, which is hot as hell, and there’ll be a lot of things I want to do to him. I’m sure he’ll be intimidated when he sees the size of my cock, but he’ll get used to it. It’s easy, really. Taking my time, I’d turn him on to the point of no return. He’d get so hot that he’d be begging to feel me inside of him. Each inch of my dick in his ass would make him call out my name until semen gushed from both of us.
Plus, NeighborBoy is inexperienced, but he talks like he knows what he wants already. We’ve been sexting for nearly two weeks now and our conversations only get steamier with each exchange. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not all about sex though. We actually have some really great conversations. We’ve spoken about his mom, his reluctance to come out, and issues he has at school. I’ve told him everything about me, except for one thing.
NeighborBoy still has no idea that I’m an ex-con. Not just that, but that I served prison time. Then again, that’s not really something you tell a guy through a dating app. Eventually I’ll have to come clean, but I’m just not ready yet. It’s something to be said in person, and not over the internet.
Soon, baby, soon. It’s killing me not being able to touch him. Sexting is fine, but come on. I’m a guy with needs. I want to be there in the flesh with my boy toy, and to make him scream with pleasure. But when? Will he agree? Or is this all fun and games?
As I finally come down from my stratospheric high, I reach over and grab my phone. There’s a notification of a new message from NeighborBoy waiting in my inbox. Really? I was in the middle of replying to his last message when I lost control and milky white semen erupted from my shaft, making it impossible to type. Tapping the icon, I open his message.
NeighborBoy: I hope that was as good for you as it was for me.
HotandHung: It was. Each time we sext, sweetheart, I come harder than the last.
It’s true. I miss sex, but this almost feels like the real thing. Almost, but not quite. I mean, touching myself is pleasurable, but I’d still rat
her thrust deep into his tight tiny hole and feel his ass clench around me. One day I will, but until then, this will have to do.
NeighborBoy: I thought it was just me lol. It’s like I can feel everything you say to me and it makes me come hard as hell. I couldn’t help moaning a little louder than usual. I just hope my mom didn’t hear.
As I read his message, it sinks in that he still lives at home with his mother. Damnit. He’s young, just barely eighteen, so of course he’s living at home. Still, he’s half my age and I don’t want to take advantage of his innocence. I like them young, but is a guy his age too young?
I wonder if our relationship is wrong. I’ve been fantasizing about meeting NeighborBoy, but maybe I shouldn’t go there. Fuck. I’m torn between what I feel for him, and what society will think. I’m old enough to be his father for Pete’s sake! NeighborBoy should be with someone his own age, and not a guy in his early forties. Should I end things between us? It feels like the right thing to do, but fills me with existential dread.
Plus, if I do give into my desires, what will people think? It would only be a matter of time before someone digs up my criminal record. They’d probably think I went after him like a predator, or some sort of disgusting old man with his hand down his pants 24/7.
Damnit! What the hell am I supposed to do? As I try to reply to his text, my hands freeze up and I can’t get a single word out. Shit. I can’t do this. I know it’s wrong to fall for a man his age, but I can’t break things off between us. Suddenly, dots flash, indicating that he’s typing.