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now? I’m way too keyed to sleep.” Will could hear it. A wicked thought crossed his mind.

“What're you wearing?” He grinned to himself.

“What?” He could hear Blake’s puzzlement.

“What are you wearing? Pajamas? Boxers? Briefs?” Will lowered his voice, making it husky. “Nothing?”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Will snickered. Come on, Blake, play along… “Okay... briefs.” Yeah, now they were in business. Will rolled onto his back and stuffed pillows under his head, the phone resting on the empty pillow next to his head. He was definitely going to need to be hands free for what he had in mind.

“Tighty whiteys? Kind of old fashioned but still damn sexy.” He tried to picture Blake in his underwear. His cock hardened. Will slipped his hand below the sheet and palmed his dick.

“Black. Tight.” Will could hear Blake’s breathing speed up slightly. “And getting tighter.” Yes. Time to have some fun.

“Ohhh...you turned on, big boy? You ever done anything like this. Phone sex?”

“Never.” There was a pause. “Fuck, Will….” The words were whispered. Will loved the edge of anticipation that was evident in Blake’s voice. He reached into his drawer for the lube and slicked up his palm. And then he reached for his Fleshjack.

“But you want to do this, don't you, Blake? This and more?”

“Fuck, yeah.” Blake whimpered. “Keep going.” That whimper went straight to Will’s dick. He pushed his dick through his slick, tight fist, his breathing growing more erratic.

“I'm totally nude. Don't have a stitch of clothing on. And hard. Very hard.” And getting harder by the second.

“Oh fuck, I can picture you.... Where are you? How hard, baby?” Will liked that. Baby.

“I'm stretched out on my bed. Silk sheets feel so nice on my bare arse. Lights turned low. I'm totally erect. Eight inches and standing straight up. A tiny puddle of pre-come at the tip.” Will watched the slender thread of pre-come glisten in the lamplight.

“Wish I was there to taste you. Taste yourself for me.” Oh, Blake was definitely getting into this.

“What would you do? Slide between my legs and kiss my prick? Or pull out your cock and make me suck it?” The memory of Blake’s dick in his mouth, the taste of him, was suddenly so vivid that Will caught his breath.

“I want to be between your legs. Want to kiss all along the length of your cock.” Blake gave out a low moan. “Oh God, I want you in my mouth so bad.”

Will whimpered as an image flashed through his mind. Blake on his bed, lying on his belly, Will’s hard shaft sliding into that beautiful mouth, watching those soft lips around it.

“I can feel your mouth on my balls. Your warm breath blowing against them. Then your tongue sliding up the underside of my dick. Your lips on the head.”

“Yes!” The sibilant sound was harsh.

“Can you taste my pre-come?” Will’s hips started to rock up from the bed.

“Yeah, it’s almost sweet. More, baby.” Blake’s plaintive whine made Will grin.

“Swallow my shaft. Wrap your lips around it. I can feel your tongue caressing it. I'm stroking myself, Blake. Touching myself, imagining it's your mouth sucking me off.” Will’s hips sped up as he listened to the breathless sounds at the other end of the phone. “Feels amazing. You suck my cock so good. Your tongue is amazing. God, I am so turned on. I'm leaking so much. I'm close to shooting. So close.” Will struggled to hold on.

“Don't want you to come in my mouth.” Brief silence, save for the sound of Blake’s harsh breathing. “I want....” Whispered.

“Tell me what you want. Don’t be afraid. Tell me.”

“Want you... want you... to fuck me.”

Will had to pull hard on his balls not to come on the spot. “You want to ride me?”

“Fuck, yes. God, Will, I'm so fucking hard right now.” Blake moaned, the sound low and full of urgent need.

“I want that too. Can’t promise I'll last long once I'm inside. Get yourself ready, Blake.” Will grabbed the Fleshjack and dribbled lube into it.

“Yes...fuck, wait!” Will heard a drawer opening and closing. Blake’s eager voice had him ready to shoot his load right now. Will breathed deeply, trying to stave off his imminent climax.

“What? I can't wait much longer.” Never a truer word spoken.

“My fingers are in my arse.” Oh, and wasn’t that something to picture? Will could see Blake, legs spread, fingers wedged inside that tight hole. This was going to be over so quickly.

“Yeah, stretch yourself good.”

“Oh fuck, three now... that, that burns.... feels so good.”

Will whimpered at the thought. “My cock is lubed up for you. Ready and waiting.” Along with his Fleshjack.

“Yes, Will. Ready.”

“I can picture you climbing on the bed. Squatting over me, my cock aimed at your hole.” Yeah, Will could picture it, all right.

Blake whimpered. “Keep going, baby.”

“Lower yourself over me, keep going… lower. Feel my cock pushing at your hole. Relax. Relax. Let me in.” Will pushed his cock into the Fleshjack, his hips rocking up almost immediately. He was so close.

“You feel so big. Fuck, yes, Will... Don't stop, don’t you dare stop.” Blake was panting.

Will thrust up into the Fleshjack. “I’m driving up into you. Arching my hips to impale myself in your arse. All. The. Way.” Hips pumped. Faster.

“Oh fuck!” Blake cried out. “Fuck me, oh Christ, fuck me!”

“Feel my cock pulsating against your gland? Feel me fucking you hard? Slamming into you again and again? Christ, Blake, I'm gonna come.” Will’s hips pistoned as he fucked up into the Fleshjack, feeling that familiar tingle at the base of his spine. Not long now.

“Right there! Oh!”

The long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy was too much. Will started to come, back arching up from the bed. “Fuck yeah! I'm shooting. Fuck, Blake, fuckfuckfuck…”

“Oh God, coming, coming so fucking hard! Will!” Will lay there, the only sounds Blake’s labored breathing, blending with his own. He listened as Blake gained control of himself once more. “Oh my God. That was....”

“Incredible. That was incredible.”

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