“You’re welcome,” I said, looking down to see his beautiful hazel eyes gazing at me, little flecks of green and gold spiralling through the brown. “Thank you for sharing. You look absolutely incredible.” Simon opened his mouth, probably in an attempt to deny it, so I carried on before he could get a word in edgeways. “I mean it. Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You’re like all my fantasies come to life.” I grinned. “Don’t try and deny it or I’ll have to think of a way to make you believe me.”
Simon’s lip curled. “Well that sounds far too tempting.”
“Don’t be cheeky.” I laughed. “Or no Primark panties for you.”
Simon snorted and snuggled into me again, and a tiny part of me whispered that I could get used to this feeling.
We lay in silence for a while, both of us content to just stay there wrapped in each other. I knew we needed to get up at some point, mostly because I was starting to get hungry, but I couldn’t resist asking the one question I was desperate to know the answer to.
“So, just how many pairs do you have?”
It was Monday evening, and I was lying on my bed skimming through Netflix on my laptop, trying to find something to watch. Nothing seemed to particularly hold my interest, and I wished Simon was around so that we could at least finish watching Final Cause together.
We only had a couple of episodes left, and it was even more fun to watch with him now that I’d discovered his crush on the lead actor. I liked being able to whisper in Simon’s ear when the guy was on screen, teasing him gently. It was even better when something sexy happened, like the character seducing yet more women, something that made me roll my eyes. But watching the blush creep onto Simon’s face when the actor was virtually naked in bed always made me smile, and I enjoyed teasing him and asking him if he wanted me to do the same things to him.
At least twice we hadn’t finished an episode because we’d been too busy taking each other’s clothes off as fast as possible.
I sighed, turning off Netflix and debating whether I should watch porn instead.
Simon said he had stuff he needed to do this evening, so I hadn’t pushed him. I’d left him alone, even though I was desperately tempted to go and whine through his door for attention like some sort of puppy.
I could have gone and sat with Steve, but he’d been muttering something about binging some new sort of true-crime drama, and I had no desire to watch that at all.
My phone flashed beside me on the bed, the Pornblr app showing I had one new message from my ultimate online crush.
thick boy in lace Hey can I tell you something?
I smiled, picking my phone up to answer. We’d been chatting for a while now, ever since I’d messaged him to tell him how stunning his pictures were. He was funny and sweet, and I loved talking to him, even if he was a little hesitant to share much information about himself. Not that that really bothered me, since I was the same.
mr. smith Of course, sweet boy. What’s wrong?
thick boy in lace It’s kinda random, but I don’t really have anyone else to talk about it with
thick boy in lace Over the weekend my friend found out I wear panties
The way he’d phrased it had an alarm bell ringing in my head. Even if I had no idea where he lived or who this ‘friend’ was, I swore if they’d made my boy unhappy, I’d kick their ass into the sun.
mr. smith What happened? Do I need to summon the SAS?
thick boy in lace No lol nothing like that. Actually he took it really well
thick boy in lace We may have hooked up afterwards
thick boy in lace And then a couple more times after that
mr. smith Not bad at all then. Unless he was a terrible lay
thick boy in lace No he’s actually amazing. He’s got the most perfect cock
thick boy in lace And his dirty talk makes me melt
I smirked. Looks like I hadn’t been the only one getting lucky over the weekend. My thoughts drifted for a moment, remembering Saturday afternoon when Simon had ridden me on the sofa. We’d been trying to watch a film, but we’d gotten bored about thirty minutes in and ended up fucking instead. He’d looked so sexy bouncing on my cock, moaning in pleasure as I teased his nipples before he came all over my chest.
He’d been a little reluctant at first, since he’d told Steve off for doing the exact same thing with his girlfriend several weeks ago. But, since Steve was gone for the weekend, and neither of us planned to tell him we were hooking up, I was of the opinion that a little petty revenge was fine.
mr. smith Aw you’ve got me feeling jealous =P Is his dirty talk as good as mine?
thick boy in lace Maybe? ;) I think I’ll have to keep checking
mr. smith So you gonna keep hooking up with him?
thick boy in lace Idk maybe? I hope so
thick boy in lace I really like him and I don’t want to screw this up
thick boy in lace But idk if he’d ever want more and I don’t want to tell him just in case
thick boy in lace Sorry this makes me sound whiny as fuck
thick boy in lace You don’t come here to listen to me bitch about my problems
mr. smith You’re always welcome to bitch to me
mr. smith Any reason you don’t want to tell him?
thick boy in lace We agreed it was just about sex. He’s not looking for a boyfriend
thick boy in lace Am I terrible to keep hooking up with him even though I want more? Like this has to end badly, right?
There was a cold edge of familiarity to this conversation, and it made something twist in my chest. I was glad he considered me enough of a friend to ask, but I wasn’t sure I was the right person to give him advice. Especially since I was in the same boat.
I tried to think about how I’d feel if I had this conversation with Simon since we’d said we were both fine with it being about sex, and neither of us was looking for anything more permanent.
I knew Simon had taken a break from dating, although I didn’t know why. Perhaps he’d had a bad breakup and was still hurting? I didn’t know much about his past dating life before we moved in together nine months ago.
That was certainly part of why I didn’t want a boyfriend. One bad breakup too many began to put you off relationships for life, and at a certain point I’d just decided that hook-ups were easier than trying to find someone who liked my personality. I didn’t think I was that much of an asshole, but when you’re short and slightly twinky, nobody expects you to be bossy or sharp-tongued. I’m nobody’s fool, and I’m not going to take shit from some rugby playing, uptight prick because I don’t fit their expectations.
After a while, the it’s not you it’s me becomes inevitable, although I wasn’t sure if I preferred that or being ghosted. They both sucked. It was no wonder I’d given up on dating.
But if Simon asked me, would I still say no?
That was something I was less certain about, and that scared me.
I looked back at the question and tried to think of a rational answer. When I failed, I just tapped out my own feelings. It was amazing how anonymity brought out my vulnerable side.
mr. smith I don’t think it’s terrible. You can’t help what you want
mr. smith At least this way you get something
mr. smith Maybe it will end badly but at least you’re going in with your eyes open
mr. smith Who knows? Maybe things will change
mr. smith Sorry this is probs all really shitty advice. I’m the last person you should ask about dating lol
thick boy in lace lol it’s okay. Thanks for trying
thick boy in lace Can I ask you something that’s more your style?
I raised my eyebrow, wondering what sort of question could be considered my style? My money was on something sexual.
thick boy in lace I want to surprise him with something sexy, and I wondered if you had any ideas?
thick boy in lace He finishes early one day a week, and I could definitely get rid of my housema
te before he arrives
thick boy in lace Any ideas? I haven’t shown him most of my collection, and I know he wants to see me in more lingerie, but that’s all I’ve got so far
Oh yes, this I could do. I had some delicious fantasies floating around in my head and it seemed rude not to share them.
mr. smith So many ideas, sexy boy
mr. smith You could wait on your bed for him, face down, ass up, wrapped in your prettiest panties, maybe with your hole plugged and ready for him so he can just slide straight in and fuck you
mr. smith You could wear stockings too. You look so fucking gorgeous in them. He won’t be able to resist
Fuck, I’d love it if Simon did that for me. It was an ongoing fantasy I’d had all weekend, and just thinking about it was turning me on. I slipped my hand into my joggers, wrapping my fingers around my half-hard cock, pumping it slowly as I imagined coming home on Friday to that.
thick boy in lace Oh fuck, that would be so hot. I love that
mr. smith I’d love that too ;)
mr. smith You could let him catch you playing with your toys. Let him find you lying on your bed with your panties pulled to the side, fucking yourself with your favourite dildo
mr. smith You’d look so fucking sexy
mr. smith Does he know how many toys you have?
thick boy in lace No. He knows I have toys, but he’s not seen them
thick boy in lace Do you think he’d like that?
mr. smith I think he’d love it. I would
mr. smith I’d love watching you fuck your slutty hole with a dildo, making yourself whine and beg. Maybe I’d even take control, fucking you with the dildo while you sucked my cock
I wasn’t even sure that was possible, but the fantasy was far too good. I pushed my joggers and boxers down because they were getting in my way before wrapping my fingers back around my throbbing erection. I choked back a moan as I twisted my fingers over the head, sweeping the beads of precum down my cock, making my grip hot and slick.
In my imagination, Thick Boy in Lace had been replaced with Simon, and the idea of walking in on him fucking himself on a thick dildo was insanely hot. I already knew how sexy Simon sounded when he was desperate for my cock and the little whines and begging noises he made when he wanted me to fuck him. They were the hottest sounds I’d ever heard and imagining him desperate and writhing while I watched him, not letting him come until I was inside him instead of the toy, had my orgasm bearing down on me faster than I’d expected.
thick boy in lace Oh fuck that’s so hot
thick boy in lace I love sucking cock. It’s my second favourite thing after getting fucked
thick boy in lace And I have no gag reflex either ;)
“Oh fuck.” I gasped as the image of him on his knees while I fucked his face flooded my imagination. The idea of him sucking me, taking my cock down his throat until I filled his mouth with cum was delicious. But it was his next messages that pushed me over the edge.
thick boy in lace I love the taste of cum. I love it when a guy unloads on my face too
thick boy in lace I’m a total cumslut for the right man
“Holy shit!” My orgasm barrelled through me as thick ropes of cum spilled over my hand, a few globs landing on my stomach, soaking through my t-shirt. My breath was coming in pants as the last shockwaves of pleasure receded, leaving my limbs feeling momentarily heavy.
I wiped my hand on my t-shirt before peeling it off because there was no way I could keep wearing it. I tossed it in the direction of my pile of dirty laundry before turning back to my phone.
mr. smith Well, aren’t you full of surprises
thick boy in lace In a good way?
mr. smith In the best way, sweet boy
thick boy in lace lol good – I think I might need a shower now
mr. smith Me too. You always make me come so hard, baby
thick boy in lace You make me come hard too <3
mr. smith Go enjoy your shower. I’ll talk to you tomorrow
I knew I should probably haul my ass into my tiny bathroom and scrub the tacky cum off my stomach before it completely cooled and stuck to the soft trail of hair on my abdomen. Otherwise I’d be picking bits of cum out of it for days, no matter how hard I scrubbed, and that was always painful.
On the other hand, my bed was comfy, and I didn’t really feel like moving. My mind was still idly turning over the idea of Simon on his knees in front of me, riding a dildo while deep throating my cock, and I started wondering if there was a way I could suggest it to him.
He seemed to be pretty open to most things, in a way that had almost surprised me. I’d always thought of him as someone who’d be demanding and pushy in bed; the sort of guy who’d happily bend some young twink over while making him see stars. But I’d based that on his size, and now that I knew what he liked, it all made perfect sense.
Simon was six foot three and pure muscle, but he was also shy and unsure and desperately needed someone to take care of him. He needed someone to show him just how amazing he really was.
A knock on the door interrupted my train of thought, and I was glad for the distraction.
“Hey,” I called out, before realising that I was still shirtless and half-undressed, my boxers and joggers still halfway around my thighs. “Shit.” I tried to haul them up as the door opened.
“Am I interrupting?” Simon’s face appeared around the door, wearing a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
“No,” I said, pulling my clothes into place and reclining back on the bed. “I’m done.”
“Have fun?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged. “I was bored, and you were busy.”
Simon laughed, shaking his head. “Are you that hard up?”
“No, I have you.”
He rolled his eyes, but pink spread across his cheeks at my words. I had a sneaking suspicion he liked the idea of being used for my pleasure, that he enjoyed being the one who helped me unload and relax.
He really was full of surprises.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” he said, his eyes not leaving my naked chest. “Then I didn’t know if you fancied another episode of Final Cause? Steve’s still watching another one of his true-crime shows so I thought we could watch it in here?”
“Sounds great,” I said. “I’m gonna shower too, so just come in here when you’re ready.”
“Cool. I’ll be back in a minute.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I said, unable to resist shooting him a wink and watching in satisfaction as the soft blush on his skin deepened.
He was so fucking beautiful, and I was so fucking doomed.
As he closed the door, I rolled over and groaned into my pillow.
How the fuck was I going to get out of this situation alive?
Somehow, I didn’t think that was possible anymore.
Part Three: Toys
Taylor
I was incredibly glad I’d been allowed to escape the office for the afternoon, even if it did mean sloping around London looking at potential venues for the fucking client-tutor party I’d been forced to organise.
Ethan had spent the morning tap dancing on my last nerve while offering up constant “suggestions”. I’d been this close to telling him to fucking do it himself before shoving my notebook down his throat.
Obviously, I did no such thing because I’d like to continue being paid, and I’d rather not end up in prison. Sure, I’d probably be running the place in a week, but I didn’t want to have to go through the hassle.
I stepped out of the Tube station, pulling out my phone and hastily tapping the next potential venue’s address into maps, praying it wasn’t too far. This was venue number five, and my feet were killing me.
Despite asking me to organise everything, Ethan had helpfully provided a list of places he’d booked for me to look at. Unsurprisingly, they were dotted all over the fucking city, and at least forty-minutes away from each other. It looked like he’d just opened a map and thro
wn darts at the fucking thing, picking the nearest venue to where they’d landed.
So far I’d been to a grimy pub, an upscale restaurant with the capacity of about six people, a painfully hipster brewery, and an art gallery showcasing a collection of terrifying, screaming statues. I’d nearly picked the last one just so I could drag Simon along to suffer the horrifying artwork with me, until I realised he’d probably enjoy it.
I hadn’t quite discounted it though because Ethan hated anything vaguely horror based, and I wasn’t quite above petty revenge.
I followed the directions my phone had given me down some narrow streets and through a courtyard of pretty boutique shops that I made a mental note to examine further on my way back. Especially because there was a tiny whiskey shop tucked in the middle, and I had a feeling I was going to need a drink after this.
The venue turned out to be a secret garden-themed restaurant, with flower garlands hung from the ceilings and little lanterns dotted around everywhere. I had to admit it was quite pretty. What sealed the deal was the function space they had above the main restaurant and the fact that the food and drinks package wasn’t going to ruin the piddly little budget I’d been given.
It was only four thirty, but I’d already decided I wasn’t going back to the office this afternoon. I was going to enjoy the last hour and a half of my day as a well-earned respite, especially because I knew I’d have to spend the entire rest of the week listening to Ethan talk about what a genius he was for finding such a perfect venue while I tried not to claw my own eyes out.
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