Aaron (8 page)

[SPENCER]: Think my cock is enough to satisfy you?
[MARK]: yeah it’s a work of fucking art is it hard for me now?

[SPENCER]: Yeah, I’m typing one-handed if that’s what you’re asking.

[MARK]: it is
[MARK]: so am i
[MARK]: wish u had me over the desk right now pounding into me [SPENCER]: You like it hard and fast?
[MARK]: fuck yeah

[SPENCER]: You want me to pin you to the desk? Drill you into it with my cock?

 

[MARK]: omg yeah

Spencer pulled his jeans and briefs down to his calves and spread his legs wide. The cool leather of the office chair chilled the backs of his thighs. He liked being naked and spread like that, still half-dressed, stroking his cock as he imagined the faceless guy on the other side of the

chat window doing the same. He wondered if their rhythms matched and what Mark thought of as he jerked off. The blood rushed to his cock, filling it, lengthening it as he wondered if Mark was using his pictures to jack off.

[MARK]: want to ride you

 

[SPENCER]: I could do that, lay back on the bed and watch you fuck yourself on me.

[MARK]: tell me something about you
[SPENCER]: Tell you what?
[MARK]: don’t care, anything about you
[SPENCER]: I’m starting college in a couple weeks.

He didn’t know what made him reveal that about himself. Usually, he didn’t share any kind of personal information with anonymous guys online. The need for a connection and the lack of blood in his brain made him stupid.

[MARK]: Jesus ur a twink?

[MARK]: fuck im so hard please let me watch?
[SPENCER]: No. And if you ask again, the conversation is over. [MARK]: sorry tell me what you’re doing
[SPENCER]: I’m getting up and moving to the bed.

His hard-on started to falter as he stood up. Spencer was rapidly getting out of the mood to play tonight, but jerked his jeans all the way off anyway. Pulling his shirt off over his head, he pulled one of the pillows up and propped it against the headboard. The screen moved up as another message came through. He ignored it for the moment and settled the laptop on the bed next to him. God, he just wanted to fucking jack off and go to sleep. He didn’t think that was too much to ask. Glancing up, he saw the message Mark sent, and his dick got harder. It was a picture of the thirtysomething brown-haired guy straddled over a dildo. Naked from the waist down, his nondescript blue T-shirt had been hiked up above his nipples, which were pebbled out on his chest. The base of the dildo barely peeked out from beneath his balls, prominent because of the way his back arched and his cock jutted up toward his stomach.

It was fucking beautiful.

He grabbed his phone and reached far down between his legs. Angling the phone to miss his face, he took a picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his cock and e-mailed it to Mark.

[SPENCER]: Check your e-mail. I have something for you to ride. A minute passed, and then two.
[MARK]: FUCK I wanna choke on that

Spencer imagined a pair of sweet, soft lips around his cock and groaned. He rolled a bit to his left, reached into his bedside table, and pulled out a bottle of lube. He popped the lid and then poured a bit directly on the head of his cock and used his right hand to spread it across his hot skin. He used his left hand, which was devoid of lube, to type. The result wasn’t the polished typing he usually used because text speak drove his father insane.

Aaron

 

[SPENCER]: take it deep
[SPENCER]: I want to fuck ur throat

He’d never done that before, but the thought just make his fucking balls ache. Having the guy trapped beneath him taking everything Spencer gave.
Fucking take it. Take my cock.
Beyond any sense of reason, he concentrated on the head of his dick, twisting his grip over it. It throbbed in his hand. Jerking his hips up, he thrust into his warm, slick fist and wished it were Mark’s pliable body. He could almost feel the tight heat, and he gripped tighter.

[MARK]: rubbing stretching god so good
[MARK]: please fuck me harder

With the slow response time as a guide, he figured Mark was doing only the barest essentials of typing because his hands were otherwise occupied. One hand drove a dildo into his ass, and the other hand wrapped around his dick. God, he could almost see him as he knelt on a bed somewhere and wished he could be on top of Spencer… or under him.

[SPENCER]: want to spread you wide open across my bed and make you scream

The thought just randomly popped into his head of a guy spreadeagled and face down on his bed. He wasn’t bound, although Spencer wouldn’t be opposed to the idea. He simply lay there until Spencer knelt between his knees and lined his cock up along the sweet valley of ass laid out like a buffet.

[MARK]: make me scream with your mouth or your cock?

In his mind, he spread the guy’s cheeks with his palms and buried his face in Mark’s ass. Precome leaked from the tip of his dick as he wondered what that sweet ass would taste like, or how Mark would fuck the sheets, grinding his hips into the bed as he rode Spencer’s tongue.

[SPENCER]: tell me what you want
[MARK]: god please fuck me
[SPENCER]: use that dildo
[SPENCER]: pretend it’s me

[SPENCER]: get on your hands and knees with your legs spread wide fuck that sweet little ass for me

[SPENCER]: do it hard I like it hard
[MARK]: uggggggggggh yeah so hard

A smile spread across Spencer’s face. The guy was certainly thinking about him and all the things his cock could do. Too bad it could never be real. He tried to push that thought from his mind and concentrate on the feeling in his balls instead, because that didn’t make him feel inadequate. Suddenly, he just wanted it over.

[SPENCER]: close going to come

Speeding the motion of his hand, he focused on the spots where he was most sensitive. Years of practice told him exactly how to get himself off with minimum fuss. It would be empty and hollow, just as it always was, but at least he’d be able to fucking sleep.

[MARK]: me too keep hitting that sweet spot just like you would

Spencer rolled his eyes. Another night that would have been hot, but right then, it grated on his nerves and he snapped the laptop lid closed. Let the guy think he lost his Internet connection. He’d be back. They were all desperate, lonely guys looking to get off. They’d all be back, just as he would.

His orgasm, empty and unfulfilling, finally fucking landed on his stomach in warm, sticky blotches. The pressure behind his eyes and the burning in his throat took him by surprise. An emotional release came right along with the physical, and he turned his head into the pillow trying to stop the lonely ache in his chest.

Aaron

 

Chapter Four

 

A
S HEexpected, Aaron’s mother offered to accompany him into the bookstore just to keep him company. Of course, he knew that she was afraid for him. With the groups of people on campus, would this be the day that he had a panic attack in the bookstore or became unresponsive in the bathroom? The college had been briefed about his various neuroses by his mother and the current stop in his revolving door of shrinks, but at the end of the day, it was his mother who had to pick up the pieces if he fell apart. It took a long time to convince her to wait in the car outside the quad. If he was going to sit in a room full of other people for class, he had to start doing things for himself.