Lunch ends with Marcus

After lunch with Marcus, later that afternoon I sat in my dorm room with the blinds half-drawn, phone in my hand. No hesitation. I stripped down, got my cock rock-hard, snapped the shot, and hit send before I could second-guess it.

The message went through. Delivered. Read.

Three dots popped up right away, then vanished. A second later a reply came through.

I didn’t answer. I just waited. Another message followed almost immediately.

I typed back one line.

She went silent. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared three times before anything came through.

I sent another picture—this time my hand wrapped around the base, precum glistening at the tip.

Nothing. No block. No more texts either. Just radio silence. I grinned, tossed the phone on the bed, and leaned back. She hadn’t blocked me. That meant she was still looking.