Page 65 of Secrets and Lies
West: be good for you
Anthony: are you hard right now?
West: yes
Anthony: show me
West: what?
Anthony: you said you’d be good for me, now show me
There’s another long pause, and just when I’m sure that I pushed him too far, a photo loads in our text thread.
Heat moves through my body, and my cock goes rock hard as I click on the photo to expand it.
Like the last one he sent, it’s tame by sexting standards, but it’s still one of the hottest photos I’ve ever seen.
He’s wearing a pair of loose gray sweatpants that are sitting low on his hips and showing off his tight stomach and thick muscles. But the real star of the show is how he’s gripping the base of his dick over the material of his sweats to create a perfect dick print that shows off his considerable size.
I quickly save the photo so I can enjoy it later and go back to our text thread.
West: I’m going to assume your silence is because you’re so overwhelmed by my hotness it’s rendered you mute and not that you’re laughing your ass off at my lame attempts at being sexy
Anthony: there’s nothing lame about you or the photos you’ve sent
West: really?
I can’t be sure because it’s impossible to read tone over text, but there was something different about that last message. It feels smaller, more vulnerable. Like he truly has no idea how hot he is.
Anthony: really
On a whim, I switch to my camera and take a quick photo of my dick. It’s not the greatest shot, and my print isn’t nearly as defined and obvious as his since I’m wearing jeans, but it shows that I’m just as hard as he is.
I take a closer look at the pic to make sure there’s nothing in it that can identify me or give him any way of figuring out where I am, then send it.
Anthony: that’s what your pic did to me
Anthony: does that answer your question of whether I liked it or not?
West: yeah
Anthony: I want you to tell me about a fantasy you have
West: what?
Anthony: I want you to tell me about one of your fantasies
Anthony: something you’ve never told anyone
West: not sure I should do that
Anthony: why not?
West: because you’ll think I’m crazy and probably report me to someone
Anthony: like who? The fantasy police?
West: or the psych ward
