Page 65 of Double Dared
“Look what I found,” I said, pushing my phone away a little and lifting his jockstrap. “Thanks for leaving it here.”
His eyes glimmered for a moment. It was the effect of the light of his phone, but it looked like he sparkled with interest. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”
“It was a few hours ago,” I admitted. “Maybe I had my fun with it before calling.”
“Oh, did you?” he asked. “Without me?”
I laughed in a low voice and rested the phone against my stomach, my chest, and head in the frame. “Like you didn’t.”
Taylor shrugged noncommittally and said nothing. Mysterious.
“You must be horny as hell, then,” I said with genuine concern. “How are you surviving it, baby boy?”
His ears perked, and his eyes widened at the words. He liked to be liked. He liked to be adored openly and honestly, without restraints.
“You’ve been very good,” I said. “Poor baby. You need to be rewarded for it.”
He closed his teeth around his bottom lip for a moment, then grinned. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m just very unlikely,” I said. “Are you naked?”
He shot me a look that held no reprimand in truth, then shuffled something beyond the view of his front camera, moving, tensing the muscles in his face, then relaxing again. “I am now.”
My dick stirred just knowing he was naked for me,even if he was seven hundred miles away. I just wanted to reach over and grab him, hold him, squeeze him until he pulsed in my hand and until his lips parted to let a soft moan out of his mouth.
“Touch yourself, Taylor,” I said. “Slowly.”
He did. I could tell by the way his eyes turned glassy, and his cheeks turned a little pink.
“Slower,” I said, wrapping my hand around my dick and giving it a lazy stroke. “I want you to suffer now. To beg me.”
He moved slowly by the sound of his movements, his breath shallow and quiet in the night. He looked at his screen, finding my face there, and his movement sped up.
“No, no,” I whispered. “Slower. Make it good, baby boy.”
A strangled moan left his lips, almost a scoff, and he did what I asked.
“Show me,” I said.
Taylor turned on a lamp on his nightstand and flipped the camera around, giving me the full view of his beautiful, big dick gripped in his right hand, gleaming with precum and twitching with tension as he dragged his hand slowly along its length. “Like this?” he asked.
“Just like that,” I said.
“And you?” he whispered.
I turned my camera around, showing him the same view, only his jockstrap was resting on my abdomen.
“Oh fuck,” he said in a low voice. “Come on it, Harrison. I want to see you come on my jockstrap.”
For all the control I thought I could exert over us both, I didn’t last long. I’d never had a sexy video call with anyone in my life, never thought they could be hot, but seeing Taylor stroke his dick so efficiently, faster and harder with every passing second, turned me on beyond belief.
I lost it then, jerking off for him instead of commanding him. I gave myself to his whims, and he led me, not by words but by example, to the highest of the highs before we crashed together.
Cum spilled over my hand, white ribbons shooting through the air and landing over his jockstrap just like he’d asked, and Taylor came over his hard abs a moment later, tension rippling through his muscles. I could see the veins in his forearm, the shudder that passed through his torso, and the relentless throbbing of his dick until cum covered parts of his skin, and he lifted his hand, white drops dragging between his fingers.
“Such a good boy,” I whispered, out of breath. “I’m so gonna reward you for this tomorrow.”
Taylor flipped his camera around, face flushed and aglow. “A nice dinner, I hope.”
