Screens Apart

by Charlie Novak

  I groaned as I bottomed out. I didn’t think I’d ever get bored of being inside him. Although, I was starting to get curious about how it would feel to have him inside me. Simon had said he didn’t top very often, and I was the same about bottoming. Still, I was intrigued about what it would feel like to have him buried deep inside me as I told him exactly how to fuck me.

  We kept kissing as I rocked slowly in and out of him. We weren’t in any rush today, and I wanted to feel him fall apart underneath me. Simon’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into him. He groaned against my lips as my cock rubbed over his prostate. I smiled, shifting my hips to keep them at that angle and began to thrust a little harder and a little deeper, tagging his sweet spot with every move. Simon groaned, murmuring broken words into my ear. Pleasure consumed me, white hot and constant. This wasn’t an explosion, but a deep, slow burn that felt like it would last forever.

  “Touch yourself.” I felt familiar heat under my skin and tightness in my balls. “I want you to come for me.”

  Simon nodded, too far gone for words. He slid his hand between us, wrapping it around his cock.

  “Taylor,” he said with a groan, eyes wide with pleasure.

  “That’s it. Come for me.” I thrust deep inside him. Simon shattered. He cried out, his channel tightening around me as he came, pulling my own orgasm out of me. I came with a shout, bliss flooding my body as I emptied deep inside him.

  “Love you,” Simon said, his voice barely above a whisper.

  “I love you too.” I knew I’d never stop loving him. He was it for me.

  The realisation sank into my chest, burning like a mini sun, but it didn’t frighten me. Instead, the warmth of the revelation seeped into my bones, and for the first time in my life I felt whole.

  Afterwards, we lay together, curled up in each other’s arms, exchanging lazy kisses and murmured words.

  “So,” said Simon, “where shall we go for our first official date?”

  “Hmm.” I kissed him while I pretended to think. “Can I take you to Raphael’s? It’s this gorgeous little Mexican place hidden under a bar. You’ll love it.”

  “Sounds perfect.” Simon smiled, and I’d never seen anyone look so happy. “Maybe next weekend? I feel like we shouldn’t abandon Connor to Steve’s mercy.”

  “Probably.” I sighed. “Can’t believe he’s ruining our first date.”

  “You love him though,” Simon said and chuckled.

  “Yeah, but I love you more.” I pulled him against me, sliding my tongue against his lips as my cock twitched against his hip. As we broke apart, Simon smirked at me.

  “You know, the other two won’t be back for a while…”

  “Well,” I said, a devious smile on my lips. “It would be a real fucking shame to waste the time.” I ran my fingers down his body, cupping his half-hard cock in my hand. “Put some panties on for me, baby. Ones you don’t mind me ruining.”

  I was walking home from the station on Sunday afternoon after dropping Connor off, flicking through Spotify and trying to find something to listen to, when a notification flashed up on my phone screen.

  It was from Pornblr, saying that Thick Boy in Lace had posted a new photo. He hadn’t posted much lately, and we’d hardly spoken since he’d told me he was in love with his hookup. I figured he’d been busy, but I also figured I should probably tell him what was going on between me and Simon. After all, we’d been fairly open about our boy troubles, so I thought he’d like to know I’d worked everything out. Maybe it would give him a nudge to talk to his friend.

  Plus, I still wanted to show Simon his blog. It would be fun to look at it together. I clicked on the notification, mostly as a reminder to myself for later. But what I saw nearly made me drop my phone in shock.

  It was a photo of the boy on his knees, shot from the back but half turned to the side, showing off his perfect, peachy ass. He was wearing black, lace-topped stockings held up with a deep, emerald green and black corset-style garter belt, trimmed in ribbon and lace, with matching satin and lace panties over the top. Underneath them, the glint of a plug between his cheeks caught the light. The lingerie set was exactly the same as the one I’d bought Simon, and as I looked at the caption, I knew why.

  Plugged and waiting for my new boyfriend to come home wearing the panties he bought me. I’m so desperate for him to fuck me <3 I know he follows this blog and I’m hoping this will encourage him to come home ASAP ;) Love you, T <3

  Holy fucking shit.

  Fucking hell.

  Simon was Thick Boy in Lace.

  Simon was Thick Boy in Lace.

  We’d been talking and sexting for months without realising it. Holy shit, we’d talked to each other about each other! Wow, I was a complete dumbass.

  My feet picked up speed, rushing me along the pavement as I stared at the photo, because holy hell he was sexy as fuck in those panties. And the more I looked, the more I recognised where he was.

  He was in my room. On my bed. Waiting for me. Plugged and ready for me to fuck him.

  It was like all my fantasies had suddenly come true at once.

  There was only one thing left for me to do.

  I slowed for a second, narrowly dodging a lamppost as I tapped out a message on the app. It was time for Simon to know who I really was.

  mr smith I’m on my way home, sweet boy. I cannot wait to fuck you in those panties. You look so beautiful <3 Love you so much. Taylor x

  Part Six: Mr. Smith

  Simon

  I was so antsy I could barely sit still. Nervousness and excitement warred in my stomach, making me feel vaguely seasick. It wasn’t a combination I’d recommend.

  I’d been plotting this all day, and as soon as Taylor had left to walk Connor back to the station, I’d put my plan into action. Firstly, I’d gotten rid of Steve.

  It hadn’t been as hard as I’d imagined. I’d just told him that Taylor and I were planning to have very loud and extravagant sex as soon as he returned. Steve just laughed and said he’d get out of our hair. The last I’d seen, he’d been throwing some clothes into a bag, presumably so he could spend the night at Olivia’s.

  Then I’d hit the shower, making myself as squeaky clean as possible, while quickly attempting to work myself open. I was horny, and my mind played over all the delicious things I had planned. It was so fucking hard to keep my hands to myself and just focus on opening my hole, but I kept telling myself it would be worth it when Taylor got home.

  I’d already worked out what I wanted to wear and laid it out on the bed, so as soon as I stumbled back into my bedroom, I got dressed. I’d grabbed my prettiest plug out of the drawer, slicking it with lube and pressing it slowly into my hole. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning as it spread me wide, and I gasped as it nudged at my prostate. The lingerie Taylor had bought me felt beautiful against my skin. It fit like a dream too, and as I gazed at myself in the mirror, I realised just how fuckable it made me look. The stockings hugged my thighs, the black lace and emerald green corset-style garter wrapped snugly around my waist and emphasised the curves of my muscles, while the matching panties hugged my hips and stretched across my ass making it look absolutely edible. When I bent over, you could see the glint of the plug between my cheeks, like a little extra surprise. I couldn’t wait to see Taylor’s reaction.

  My cock throbbed in my panties, leaking precum onto the soft black satin. I wondered if Taylor would punish me for getting so excited that I made my panties dirty. Fuck, that was a sexy idea. I loved being Taylor’s dirty boy, and I loved the way he made me feel like I was the most important and beautiful person in the universe.

  As soon as I was ready, I’d snuck into Taylor’s room to wait on his bed. I wanted to be here when he got back, face down, ass up, like I’d fantasised about for so long. Mr. Smith had suggested it ages ago, and ever since then it had been something I’d wanted to do for Taylor. I just hadn’t had the time or the confidence until now.

  I couldn’t
resist resting my phone on its side and taking a sneaky photo to upload to Pornblr while I waited. I still hadn’t told Taylor about my blog. It hadn’t crossed my mind between our copious rounds of sex yesterday and spending time with Connor. Somehow, I got the feeling he wouldn’t mind though. He’d always been very sex positive, and he’d already said he loved Thick Boy in Lace’s blog. I figured he’d probably love the fact that the boy he’d been lusting after turned out to be the one he was in love with.

  Besides, I doubted Taylor would see the post before he got home. And if he did see it, maybe it would encourage him to get back a little faster. I hadn’t worn much of the lingerie he’d given me because I’d been saving it for a special occasion. I couldn’t think of anything more perfect than surprising my sexy as fuck new boyfriend by wearing some of the pieces, then showing him just how much of a cockslut I could be.

  A moan slipped from my lips as I wiggled my ass, jostling the plug inside me.

  Fuck, I needed Taylor, needed to feel him buried deep inside me as he whispered filthy words in my ear, telling me just how much of a perfect slut I was for him. There were so many things I wanted him to do to me. I wasn’t even sure where I wanted to start.

  A notification flashed on my screen, catching my eye. It was a message from Mr. Smith. We hadn’t spoken in a while, not since I’d been ill and poured my heart out to him about Taylor. He’d been so sweet and encouraging, and the new message reminded me I should probably thank him and let him know how things had turned out. Plus, I needed a distraction, otherwise I was going to end up humping the bed and getting myself into all kinds of trouble. But when I clicked on it, my mouth dropped open, a startled gasp echoing through the room.

  mr smith I’m on my way home, sweet boy. I cannot wait to fuck you in those panties. You look so beautiful <3 Love you so much. Taylor x

  “Holy shit!” I re-read the message several times, my heart racing, not quite daring to believe what I was seeing.

  Taylor was Mr. Smith. The man I’d spent so much time fantasising about and telling all my secret desires to, the man I’d dreamed about meeting but assumed it would never happen was the same man I’d fallen in love with. It felt too good to be true, and yet it was somehow real. A little chuckle slipped from my lips as I remembered our last conversation. I wondered how Taylor was going to feel about calling himself dense. Our conversations explained a lot though, and now that I thought about it, I wondered how neither of us had seen it before.

  I’d been right when I’d said we were two idiots stumbling around in the dark.

  Still, there was one huge and immediate benefit to this discovery. I knew all Taylor’s fantasies, and he knew mine. I’d told him how much of a cumslut I was for the right man, how much I loved sucking cock and getting pounded… although he probably already knew all that from our hook-ups. But he was the one who’d given me the idea to wait like this, so I knew he was going to love it.

  The front door creaked open and then slammed. I locked my phone, putting it on the bedside table. I was almost vibrating with desire and excitement as I spread my knees, pushing my ass into the air and lowering my shoulders to the bed, resting my head on my hands. Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, then paused as if Taylor was giving himself a moment to get his breath back. I smiled. Taylor did not run. Ever. So if he’d run, or even power walked, back from the station he’d probably be panting. I loved the fact that I could make him so desperate he was willing to do things he hated, like exercise, just to get back to me.

  The door opened, and I saw his shadow across the floor. Taylor groaned, and I couldn’t resist pushing my ass out a little farther.

  “Oh, my sweet boy,” he said softly. I moaned. I’d heard Taylor use those words before, but they sounded sweeter now because I’d dreamt about what they’d sound like falling from Mr. Smith’s lips. Only I didn’t have to imagine anymore. “You look incredible.” I shivered as his fingers caressed my hip, running slowly across my ass and caressing my cheeks. “So fucking perfect for me, you know that?”

  “Yes,” I said with a gasp. “Want to be so good for you.”

  “You will be.” His voice was smooth as silk, full of promise and desire. “I love seeing you in the panties I bought you.” He smacked my ass cheek, the sharp crack echoing around the room. I groaned as heat bloomed under my skin.

  “Oh God.” I gripped the sheets, a needy moan escaping from my lips as Taylor spanked my other cheek. “Taylor!”

  “You’d look so pretty with a red ass. All hot and needy for me, dripping into your panties, so desperate to come.”

  “Yes. Please… I want that.” Need pulsed through me, and I couldn’t help bucking my hips, already desperate for him.

  Taylor spanked me again sharply. “Stay still, sweet boy. I still haven’t decided what I want.” He paused, soothing my skin. “What can I have, Simon? I want you to be honest with me. We may be dating now, but that doesn’t change this. You still have your traffic lights, and if you want one, a safeword. Promise?”

  I knew he was serious, and I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I promise.”

  “Good boy.” Taylor squeezed my cheek, sending ripples of desire through me. “So tell me, what can I do to you?”

  “Anything,” I said. “Please, Taylor. I need you.”

  He chuckled, his fingers sliding under the edge of my panties, tapping the flared base of the plug. “You should learn to be patient.”

  “I-I don’t think I’ll ever learn that,” I said, struggling to get the words out as Taylor teased me with the plug.

  “Oh, I have ways to teach you.” I couldn’t help but moan at all the filthy fantasies that flooded my mind. Taylor chuckled hungrily, and I knew he was imagining the same things. “But not today.”

  I let out a shuddering breath. Taylor pushed the plug back into place before running his fingers over the lace edges of my lingerie.

  “Today, I’m going to enjoy the delicious treat you’ve laid out for me.” He grasped the waistband, tugging the panties over my thighs. I’d put them on last, so it was easy to slide them off over my garter straps and stockings, leaving me open and exposed, my hard cock leaking precum onto the sheets. Taylor made a pleased sound under his breath.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful baby. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone with such a pretty ass.” His hand stroked up and down the inside of my thigh and instinctively I spread my legs a little wider. I gasped as his fingers traced over my balls, rolling them in his hand before he wrapped his fingers around my cock. “Such an eager boy. You’re so hard for me already.”

  “Yes,” I groaned, whining as he stroked my cock slowly. Part of me had hoped Taylor would see me like this and fuck me straight away, but he seemed intent on drawing it out and teasing me. I wasn’t sure whether this was worse or infinitely better. I was already so turned on I couldn’t think straight, my body thrumming like a live wire. My eyes were screwed shut, and all I could focus on were the millions of sensations running through me. Taylor ran his thumb over the swollen, wet head of my cock, smearing my precum over my skin. I moaned and bucked into his hand, desperately chasing the sensation. “Please… more. I need…”

  “I know what you need, sweet boy.” I heard him moving and felt the mattress shift, then the perfect heat of his mouth enveloped my cock. I groaned, my hips twitching, but Taylor placed a soothing hand on my thigh, grounding me and holding me still. I loved the way he teased me, loved the way he used me, loved the way he made me feel safe and wanted and desired. I’d never felt that from anyone before Taylor came along.

  Taylor sucked my cock deeper into his mouth, his fingers caressing my thigh. The sloppy sounds filled my ears, driving me wild. Moans fell from my mouth, accompanied by broken words of desperation. Taylor knew my body almost better than I did, and he pulled off with a final suck before he took me too far, trailing his tongue over my balls and down my taint.

  I gasped as his tongue teased the base of the plug, his fingers gra
sping it again, gently teasing it in and out, the tiny movements driving me wild. Taylor hadn’t shaved this weekend, and his stubble scraped against my skin, adding another layer of sensation. Usually he was fastidious about shaving because he said he hated the itch of stubble and how it made him look, but I was starting to seriously consider begging him not to shave on the weekends so I could feel the delicious burn of his stubble against my cheeks when he ate my ass. With a final lick to the edge of my hole he withdrew, and I couldn’t stop myself from whining desperately.

  “I know, baby. I know,” he said.

  “Fuck, Taylor. I need you. Fuck me, please.”

  “Soon.” The bed shifted, and I heard the rustle of clothing. I opened my eyes, twisting my head to look at him. Taylor was standing next to the bed, looking every inch as handsome as he always did. He’d ditched the jumper he’d been wearing earlier, leaving him in a close-fitting white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were now popped open so I could see the dark front of his boxer-briefs. His dick was already straining against the material, and I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to get my mouth on him. Taylor smirked. Apparently, we’d both had similar thoughts.

  “Do you still want me to fuck you?” he asked, eyebrows raised, a wry smile playing across his lips.

  “Yeah, but first I want to suck your dick.”

  “Come here then.”

  I smiled, sitting up and moving myself until I sat on the edge of the bed. Then I slowly lowered myself onto the floor, kneeling in front of him. I probably could have stayed on the bed, but there was something extra sexy about being on my knees in front of him. I was taller and stronger, but Taylor was the one in charge here. And I adored every second of it.

  I pushed his hands away from his jeans. “This is mine now.” He snorted, and I chuckled.

  “You’re very possessive.”

  “Whose fault is that? You happen to have the world’s best dick. I can’t help it if I get a little possessive.” I tugged at his jeans, sliding them over his thighs before leaning forward to mouth his erection through the soft, dark material of his boxers. If he was going to tease me, I was going to tease him. It was only fair.