Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
My gaze travels from his cock to his heavy balls, his thick hairy thighs, and back up to the abs that grace his profile picture. He’s got a trail of dark hair from his belly button that bypasses a catamount tattoo and reaches his neatly trimmed pubes.
I focus on his V, following it to the deep crease between his thigh and his groin, and filthy images of dipping my tongue into it tip me closer to the edge.
Richie’s breathing starts to get deeper, and he reaches down to roll his balls in his palm.
My breath catches as I hurry to do the same, and my balls draw up so tight, I’m barely holding on. I want to see it to the end, to let go right as he does, but I’m not sure I’ll make it.
A heavy grunt reaches my ears, and my hand flies back to squeeze my dick. I watch as Richie starts to fuck his fist in earnest, and my hips lift from the bed as I do the same.
I’m so close, so close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Einstein.”
I’m too keyed up to pay much attention to his voice, and when ropes of cum shoot from his dick and coat his abs, it’s too much.
My eyes slam shut, and I arch back with a groan, jerking my cock hard as the image of his cum-splattered abs sends me over the edge. Stickiness hits my hand and my stomach as pleasure rolls through me, and I keep stroking through it until my softening dick protests.
My breathing is sporadic and my mouth is dry and my limbs are still twitching. I lie there, staring at the ceiling, completely goddamn spent.
Holy shit that was amazing.
Experiment well and truly conducted. I swallow and try to wet my parched lips as I sluggishly roll onto my side. The frozen clip of the end of his video is still displayed, and even though I’ve just orgasmed into a brain coma, I want to lean forward and lick my screen. Taste him. Get off over him again.
One step at a time.
I save the video and grab my boxers to wipe up all the mess.
As the post-orgasm bliss starts to fade, I know I need to write back to him, but I’m not sure what. “Thank you” doesn’t quite sum up the way he made my brain explode.
Richie: Either this silence is really good or really bad.
Jesus, it’s been twenty minutes already.
Einstein: No, I’m here. It was, ah, wow.
Richie: Good wow?
Einstein: Definitely good. I’m saving that video.
Richie: Well that makes me feel less creepy for saving your pictures.
I’m slightly nervous as I reply.
Einstein: Adding them to the dick pic gallery?
Richie: Yep.
My gut sinks a little, but I did ask. And he’s been honest about sexting with others.
Richie: The gallery has a whole two pictures now. No pressure, but you’re welcome to add more whenever you like.
That’s more like it.
Einstein: You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves, FYI.
Richie: I’m not. But, I kinda got some advice from this ace chick I know. She said to let you go at your own pace and I’m one hundred percent okay with you driving this thing.
Einstein: You talked to someone about me?
Richie: Yes. Is that okay?
Einstein: Of course, but why?
Richie: Because I’m slow at times and tend to put my foot in it a lot. It’s important I get this right.
My pulse kicks up a notch.
Einstein: Important because?
Richie: I’m not sure I should say.
Einstein: You can. You definitely can.
Richie: Okay, well, I think I’m really starting to like you.
I take a deep breath and hold it, trying to calm my racing heart. I’m really starting to like him too, which scares me more than I felt before this little jerk-off session.
This online experiment is conclusive: I can form an attachment online, and that can definitely lead to sexual attraction, and gender doesn’t seem to be a limit.
There’s only one way to go from here.
He’s going to want to meet.
And yeah, I want that too. But I’m terrified it won’t be the same in real life. In my head, things are safe. He doesn’t know what I look like, and I don’t know what he looks like. We can exist in this bubble where his words make my stomach flip and his video gets me off.
I don’t want to ruin what we have.
But he’s been vulnerable with me, so there’s no way I can hold off on him. It kills me to do it, but I go with total honesty.
Einstein: I don’t think. I know. I’m starting to really like you too.
November
Einstein: What are your Thanksgiving plans?
Richie: Staying on campus. I don’t usually go home for Thanksgiving. You?
Einstein: It depends. My parents might be going to see my brother, so I might be spending it on campus too. I won’t even have my best friend this year because if they go, he’ll go with him.