Between His Lips

Ridley wasn’t used to feeling this way about another man.

It had been years since his quiet come-out, for the sake of his family he only told his wife and a select few close companions the truth.

A weight off his back it seemed. Life-changing, not so much.

It wasn’t until his wife gave him her blessing that he finally gathered up the courage to ask his open and out (and rather handsome) coworker Trey for his phone number.

And sparks flew.

Or at least, on Ridley’s side they did. It didn’t take all too long for his little crush to go from a steady simmer to a rolling boil.

Talking to him on break in the earshot range of fellow nosy coworkers was enough to get his face beaming with a smile, but the increasingly intimate and vulgar texts he was now subjected to got something else curving upward.

On one particular evening, during that rare day Ridley got all to himself once or twice a month, a chime from his pocket got his heart fluttering into flight before he could even see who texted him.

Trey.

Ridley felt a jolt emanating from the bottom of his spine to the tip of his cock. Within an instant his pants felt constricting and tight, release being more of a need than a desire.

And he hadn’t even seen his cock yet.

He opened up the message and smiled, two chiseled and bulbous pectorals sitting below an angled and slim face, baby blue eyes in a half lidded sleepy glance.

Morning slut, the message read. Ridley laughed. He considered showing him the chaos he had just evoked in his pants.

Morning? You realize it’s 5PM right? Ridley replied. The boomerang came back quickly.

Morning enough for me.

And him.

The third message was another image, a tent of white jutting out from Trey’s bedsheets. The sight sent yet another jolt straight through Ridley’s cock, and he couldn’t help himself but to rock his hips and relieve some of the tension.

He definitely looks more ready to go than you do.

Don’t let my looks deceive you, I’m more than ready to go as well, Ridley had to bite his own lip just to keep himself from moaning something obscene at the phone.

He gripped the trembling bulge in his pants tightly before loosening up and rubbing his palm along the side, every movement sending shivering bursts through his body.

He got bold. Maybe you should show me just how ready you are.

Maybe I will.

The following was a video, it was the tent again, then Trey’s hand coming into frame. His fingers wrapping around it one by one, gently stroking the shaft, then teasing with a blanket lift only for it to cut off just before his cock had been freed.

Ridley rocked against his palm, groaned and cursed the filthy tease. God, what he would do to that man if he were in that room with him, what games he’d play, what kinks he’d learn, would Trey swallow his seed or let him plant it deep in his gut?

Ridley figured this was his turn to send some heat in return. He pulled the fabric of his pants back until it caught on the pre that was steadily pouring out of his tip like foam from a fine champagne, snapped a shot of the dark wet spot upon the bulge and hit send.

I think you woke him up too.

Oh and look, he’s drooling. He’ll need a cleanup, don’t you think?

Another video, a closeup of his mouth and chin, his fingers coming to his lips to catch on his tongue, a sticky fluid spreading between his finger tips before disappearing into his taste buds.

Goddamn, was that your?

It could just as easily be yours.

That was the end of fiddling with his pants for Ridley.

He put the phone down and quickly unzipped, slipping out of his restrictive clothing like a snake shedding skin.

His cock flared with life once he felt the air wrap around it, and it didn’t take one instant more for his hand to make an acquaintance with it yet again, this time skin to skin.

He rubbed the tip, catching the silky slime on his finger as it worked in anticipation of insertion into one orifice or another.

He considered which of them would be sending the final tease before the big show, if there would even be a final tease. It was Ridley’s turn next, and he was deciding his move.

Trey sucking the pre off his own fingers was hot as hell. If he could get his hips shivering in the exact same way, he’d consider it a win.

Ridley gave his cock a few good squeezes, just enough sweet gel leaking out to film himself cutting a string of it between his digits with his tongue.

The reply was a great sign if it could be considered leaving him speechless, a sweating emoji.

God, that pretty mouth of yours would feel incredible wrapped around my cock.

I don’t think that’ll be possible when I’m balls deep in your ass.

Oh, I’ll take you there as well, but not before I see white dripping from your filthy mouth.

The next video was a fleshlight resting upon Trey’s cock, the erect member hiding snuggly within it. His hand gripping the tube, he slowly lifted it up, allowing for a grand reveal that lasted much longer than anticipated.

My god, Ridley thought, he takes up the entire thing!

The final shot of his flared purple tip sent Ridley’s own member into a spasm, all he wanted to do was suck that cock down his throat and fuck his pretty little ass with his spend.

Your move, sweetheart.

Ridley gripped his cock and gave it a few good, strong strokes for the camera, being sure to give his tip a little rub with his thumb.

Mmm, I bet you wanna see me bounce on that thick stick of yours don’t you?

I’d love it.

This vids not fresh but I think it gets the idea across.

The next thing Ridley knew he was shivering with delight at the sight of Trey bouncing up and down on a sizable blue dildo, his voice cracked and stunted between moans, gasps, and proud exclamations of every filthy word known to man.

He didn’t even realize his hand had begun stroking faster at the sight, that his thumb had already hit rewind on the video three times, the sight of that blue cock invading Trey’s tight hole with every downward thrust was mesmerizing.

He bit his lip and clenched his stomach as he pumped harder into his hand, the image before him shifting from a blue dildo to his own cock as the fantasy took him there.

Suddenly it was Trey on his cock instead of his hand, bouncing up and down with a symphony of sex blasting from his mouth.

He was so close it was nearly embarrassing, just how bad he wanted this man, how desperately he needed to feel him, hold him in his arms and rail the shit out of him against every surface he could get him on.

He sent another video, this time his movements frantic, his hand work uncoordinated, his breaths shallow and loud.

Hmm, I think Daddy likes it when I bounce on his cock like that, doesn’t he?

Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow.

You better show me when you do, I wanna know how many sips I’ll have to take when I get you in my mouth.

Another video, this time taken from the front on the floor.

Trey is bouncing up and down on the same blue cock, his hand stroking his leaking tip in a teasing fashion as his entire body stiffens and his voice fries with a whining roar.

Suddenly a stream erupts from his flaring hole, white hitting his fingers with the first wave as the next flies freely onto the carpet with a splatter. The next come in rapid succession, each one just as strong as the last, drenching the short brown fibers with a slurry of white.

It was all he needed to get there, and soon the moment between furious strokes and blissful release was set to fade. He readied the camera and tensed as he hit record. His grip went tight as a shiver of his hips and the quick image of Trey’s hole collapsing tightly around his cock sent a shockwave through his pelvis, bringing with it the first jet of white, flowing up and falling down the illuminated hand that brought it forward. He groaned as the next streams fired off, each one dragging him further into that cloud of pleasure that flooded his mind and erased the world for a brief moment of pure serenity.

When he opened his eyes it looked like a baker had taken a tube of sugar glaze to his hand. He was a mess.

But he felt amazing.

He sent the evidence of his arrival, and within a few silent moments of waiting for a reply, he got another video.

The fleshlight was back, so it was a fresh recording. The idea of Trey coming undone right there on the other side of their mobile connection was irresistibly sexy to him.

His movements were just as frantic as Ridley’s had been, he was close. The anticipation of hearing that release from his mouth in a video made for him this time, it was driving him crazy. His cock was still sensitive to the touch but already he felt himself rearing to have another go.

Come on baby, cum for me, he thought to himself, wishing he could whisper it in Trey’s ear while he fucked his tight, perfect little pucker.

That sound, that melodic grunt, the high pitched wail, the stretch of his vocal chords as Trey shouted before and through his arrival, his body shook and twitched as he shoved the tube down and shot into it, every contraction visible through his stomach and audible through his rolling groan.

He grew quieter as the orgasm calmed and subsided, but that wasn’t the end of the video. He lifted the toy off his soaked shaft and showed the pale fake lips to the camera, tilting it forward and zooming in on the opening, focusing on the bubbling white that oozed from the faux mouth like sap from a tree.

It dripped and landed on his stomach, and with his final performance, Trey lifted the fleshlight to his face, kissed the lips and tongued the hole, his spend mixing with spit on the pink muscle.

Ridley shook. He felt equally lucky and cursed.

Lucky because holy fucking shit that was hot. Cursed because why aren’t they doing this in person yet?!

Good God, Trey. If you can get me that fast over text, I don’t even know if I’ll survive you in person.

Only one way to find out, isn’t there?

You’re right. You know, there’s one more thing I gotta ask you.

Oh? And what might that be?

Your address. I’m coming over.