Realised it isn't my scene. It's like I wanted to try it just to see what went on, how it was, then wondered what all the fuss was about. And bumping into people from school, pissed out of their heads or fucked on drugs...it's all bullshit. Can't be arsed. Would rather be ringing you anyway."
It's the perfect time for me to open my mouth and lead the conversation down a road I should have led it a long time ago, but my throat tightens. Instead, I say, “I've never been. Doesn't appeal. The gym does me for entertainment. That and the TV and books. Bit of a boring bastard, really."
"Only you think you're boring. So, you don't reckon you'll be wanting to get out there and mingle, then?"
Did he say what I thought he did? Asking if I'm seeing someone else without coming right out with it? Surely he knows how I feel. I never mention anyone; all right, occasionally Josh and Sue but... I should put his mind at rest.
"Nope. Got no need to go out, have I?"
"Haven't you? Why's that, then?"
"Too tired by the weekend for one thing.” Shit. Just say it!
"And...?"
"And I just...just don't want to go out."
"Ah, right. Doing anything this weekend? Meeting anyone?"
He's worried, yet I'm still hedging on telling him I'm waiting for him. I don't want to influence his decisions. The need to come here has to be his choice.
"Nope. Planned on staying home."
"Alone?"
"Yep.” Tell him. Ask him . “D'you... D'you...reckon Trevor will be put away for a long time, then?” Brilliant, Lee, just fucking brilliant .
Ryan sighs. “Dunno. I'd like to think so. Be interesting to see how his mates behave without their boss, know what I mean?"
"Yeah. You seen them without him around?"
I listen while Ryan talks, let his voice wash over me, around me, through me, and my hand strays inside my joggers. I palm my hard cock, wishing his hand covered it, his fingertips tracing the tip, circling the head. I remember the way he'd ground against me on my last night back home, how his silky skin brushed mine, our cocks squashed together. And my legs had turned to jelly, my need to have him closer an urgent force that took my breath away. I gasp now, blushing at my actions, and Ryan stops talking.
After a beat he asks, “You all right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, just ignore me."
"You tired? You yawned then."
"Sorry. Didn't mean—"
"Hey, get some sleep. It's all right. I'll give you a ring tomorrow, yeah? That's if we get the painting done in good time.
My lie has effectively ended the call and will take him away before I'm ready to let him go. I curse myself.
"All right, but I don't mind talking, you know. I'm all right."
"No. You're tired. Time for me to hit the sack anyway."
Ryan's never been one to turn in early. Fuck. I grimace and stare at the ceiling. “Okay."
"I'll email tomorrow if I have time, yeah?"
"Yeah. That'll be good. See you."
"Yep, see you."
He's gone, taken his ability to burn with him, and I clutch the phone to my chest, lost, hollow inside. My cock's still hard, still needing attention, and despite feeling sad I fist it, the desire to come a strong sensation that fills me. I work faster, harder, bucking my hips to mimic thrusts, and a thought arrives unbidden, one I've entertained before. Ryan tying my hands and fucking my ass. My imagination runs riot, and I allow the images to flicker in my mind's eye, relying on what I think it would be like rather than from experience. His cock fills me, stretches my hole, sending socks of pleasure-pain into the base of my balls and throughout my cock. He moves slowly, and I do the same with my hand, squeezing tightly to mirror what my ass-hole would feel like around his dick. Pressure mounts in my balls, and my ass-hole clenches. Fuck, I need him inside me, his hand fisting my cock, rope chafing my bound wrists. I jerk away my jogger's waistband with the back of my hand, the cool air wrapping itself around my cock-tip. Opening my eyes, I look down at myself, taking in the sight of my hand
It's the perfect time for me to open my mouth and lead the conversation down a road I should have led it a long time ago, but my throat tightens. Instead, I say, “I've never been. Doesn't appeal. The gym does me for entertainment. That and the TV and books. Bit of a boring bastard, really."
"Only you think you're boring. So, you don't reckon you'll be wanting to get out there and mingle, then?"
Did he say what I thought he did? Asking if I'm seeing someone else without coming right out with it? Surely he knows how I feel. I never mention anyone; all right, occasionally Josh and Sue but... I should put his mind at rest.
"Nope. Got no need to go out, have I?"
"Haven't you? Why's that, then?"
"Too tired by the weekend for one thing.” Shit. Just say it!
"And...?"
"And I just...just don't want to go out."
"Ah, right. Doing anything this weekend? Meeting anyone?"
He's worried, yet I'm still hedging on telling him I'm waiting for him. I don't want to influence his decisions. The need to come here has to be his choice.
"Nope. Planned on staying home."
"Alone?"
"Yep.” Tell him. Ask him . “D'you... D'you...reckon Trevor will be put away for a long time, then?” Brilliant, Lee, just fucking brilliant .
Ryan sighs. “Dunno. I'd like to think so. Be interesting to see how his mates behave without their boss, know what I mean?"
"Yeah. You seen them without him around?"
I listen while Ryan talks, let his voice wash over me, around me, through me, and my hand strays inside my joggers. I palm my hard cock, wishing his hand covered it, his fingertips tracing the tip, circling the head. I remember the way he'd ground against me on my last night back home, how his silky skin brushed mine, our cocks squashed together. And my legs had turned to jelly, my need to have him closer an urgent force that took my breath away. I gasp now, blushing at my actions, and Ryan stops talking.
After a beat he asks, “You all right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, just ignore me."
"You tired? You yawned then."
"Sorry. Didn't mean—"
"Hey, get some sleep. It's all right. I'll give you a ring tomorrow, yeah? That's if we get the painting done in good time.
My lie has effectively ended the call and will take him away before I'm ready to let him go. I curse myself.
"All right, but I don't mind talking, you know. I'm all right."
"No. You're tired. Time for me to hit the sack anyway."
Ryan's never been one to turn in early. Fuck. I grimace and stare at the ceiling. “Okay."
"I'll email tomorrow if I have time, yeah?"
"Yeah. That'll be good. See you."
"Yep, see you."
He's gone, taken his ability to burn with him, and I clutch the phone to my chest, lost, hollow inside. My cock's still hard, still needing attention, and despite feeling sad I fist it, the desire to come a strong sensation that fills me. I work faster, harder, bucking my hips to mimic thrusts, and a thought arrives unbidden, one I've entertained before. Ryan tying my hands and fucking my ass. My imagination runs riot, and I allow the images to flicker in my mind's eye, relying on what I think it would be like rather than from experience. His cock fills me, stretches my hole, sending socks of pleasure-pain into the base of my balls and throughout my cock. He moves slowly, and I do the same with my hand, squeezing tightly to mirror what my ass-hole would feel like around his dick. Pressure mounts in my balls, and my ass-hole clenches. Fuck, I need him inside me, his hand fisting my cock, rope chafing my bound wrists. I jerk away my jogger's waistband with the back of my hand, the cool air wrapping itself around my cock-tip. Opening my eyes, I look down at myself, taking in the sight of my hand
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