“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. smithYou’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,
