Answer It.

You: [Hey. No. I stayed like a good guest.]

You consider whether or not that sounded bitchy. So, you quicky add a “Haha” right after.

Kevin: [Are you alone?]

Your eyebrows rise.

You: [Just in the living room with Luke passed out on the other couch.]

Almost immediately, you receive an incoming voice call from Kevin. You’re not sure what to do… so you just answer.

“Uh, hi?”

“Hey,” Kevin’s voice is like soft caress on your ear. “Did you sneak a peak at Luke?”

“Um, kinda.” Then, you decide to just go ahead with whatever this is now that you know Kevin is into dirty talk. “He was a drunk mess and got naked. It was pretty hot.”

“Damn. Yeah. I’d like to see that.” There’s a short pause, and you’re starting to wonder if you’re supposed to do something to entertain Kevin just as he replies. “I love watching guys secretly. I get so horny knowing they might catch me.”

“Mm. I just like watching any hot guy. But I don’t want to get caught.” You force an awkward chuckle.

“I want to fuck the guys I watch, but I don’t want them to know who I am.”

That escalated quickly, you think to yourself. “You want to like, sneak up to them, but they like it?”

“Yeah, exactly. Like they’re horny and alone, the I sneak up on them and they’re grateful to get fucked.” There’s a short pause where you can hear some movement on the other end of the line. “Like you’re in the shower at the gym, and you think you’re alone. Would you like that?”

Ok, sure, you think. “Yeah, I’m all sweaty and pumped from lifting, and I’m just innocently enjoying the hot water on my naked body.” There’s a twitch in the front of your pants as you describe the scene.

“Yess…” Kevin’s breathy voice sends an erotic shiver up your neck. “I’ve been in the locker room waiting for a hot horny guy to come take a shower. I’m watching from behind some lockers. I’ve got my dick out, and I started stroking when you got naked. You should get your cock out, too, and stroke it.”

“Mmm. I’m horny and wet, and start washing my dick with my soapy fingers.”

“For real. You should get your cock out. And stroke. Luke might wake up. That would be so sexy if he watched you jerk off.” You’re not exactly in agreement, but Luke is breathing heavily, and you don’t expect some light stroking would wake him up. You muster your courage and slip your underwear down enough to let your hardening penis pop free. It is a little exhilarating. “Is your cock out?”

“Yeah. I just took it out. Luke’s asleep, but he could see it if he woke up.”

“Are you hard? Stroke it.”

You comply and wrap your free hand around your erection, starting a slow casual stroking rhythm. “Yeah. I’m hard. I’m stroking. It’s kinda hot that someone might see.”

“Mmmmmm…” Kevin’s purr shoots down your spine and impacts behind your sack like he’d actualy touched you. “I’m waching you stroke in the shower. You’re so hot. I want it to be my hand on your dick.”

“Damn. Your voice is so fucking sexy… It just made me even harder.” You compliment him.

“Yeah? That’s fuckin’ hot. I’m watching your cock get even bigger and harder. You should wash your ass.”

“Of course. I keep stroking while I start to soap up my juicy ass.”

“Touch your hole.”

That sounded like a command. “I find my hole and tease it more than I need to to clean it. It feels sooo good.”

“No, really. Touch your hole. I’m so hard. I want you to touch your hole while I’m talking to you.”

You’re not sure how you could finger yourself, and jerk off, and keep the phone steady at the same time, but you want to keep Kevin’s fantasy going. “I’m touching my hole. It’s so tight. I want more than just my finger in it,” you lie.

“Fuck, dude. I’m so hard. I can’t take it anymore.” There’s a note of desperation in Kevin’s voice. “I sneak into the showers and come up behind you. I reach around and grab your dick. My huge cock is against your ass.”

Your hips jerk involuntarily as you imagine what it would feel like to have Kevin’s large, muscular, wet body pressed up against you. Your eyes close as you make yourself feel his had wrap around your shaft and feel the large swollen head of his long hard penis slide between your wet asscheeks and press against your perineum. “Oh, my gawd…” You say in a breathy voice, not just to satisfy Kevin. “You feel so fucking good, I don’t even care who you are. My cock twitches i your hand, and I press back against you.”

“Your wet hole is ready, and I ram my huge cock into you. I’m inside you, and you don’t even know who I am.” Kevin’s voice is breathy.

You imagine the feeling of your hole being unceremoniously split open by Kevin’s throbbing cock. Your ass squeezes instinctively and your hips buck. Your thumb feels the release of a bit of precum, and you swirl it around your cockhead, imagining it’s Kevin’s wet hand stroking you. “Gawdamn,” you rasp into the phone. “It hurts, but it’s so good. Your cock feels so good. Your big arms around me feel so good. Your hand on my dick feels so good.”

“You like my cock inside your ass? You like a stranger fucking you?” His voice is now ragged, and you know he’s jerking fast.

“I love it. You feel so fucking good inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me.” The beginning tingling of an orgasm start at your clenched hole and is moving up to the base of your shaft as you stroke furiously, imagining Kevin thrusting into your ass.

“sofucking, uuuuh, uuh, fuck” Kevin let’s out his held breath. He obviously just came, and you try to push up your orgasm to come with him. “That was hot. Thanks dude. Maybe, I’ll call you again.” And the line goes dead.

Seriously? You try not to let the shock of rudeness ruin your moment, so you drop the phone and grab your balls with your free hand. Maybe Kevin doesn’t deserve to have his imaginary penis inside you while you come. But it must be gorgeous. And perfect. And it would spread your hole open in the most delicious way. And every one of his thrusts would perfectly hit your prostate… and you’re about to come.

“What the fuck, dude?!’ A masculine voice ruins your fantasy like a bucket of ice water.

Paniced, you see Luke sitting up, looking at you out of the corner of your eye as you hurriedly pull the couch throw over yourself and fumble to get your underwear back up around your hips.

“Fuckin’ seriously?” Luke utters, followed by a grunt of disgust.

You roll to face away from him and are so still that you barely breathe. You hear Luke shuffle on his couch, and you barely relax even when his breathing sounds like he’s sleeping again.

You’re too mortified to sleep for a long time, so you just lay there, tense until the sky outside starts to lighten. You can only hope Luke is too drunk to remember what he saw, or at least doesn’t say anything about it.

Brunch is going to be epicly awkward.

END :(

Author's Note: I was back in this area for the holidays, and my flight back got repeatedly delayed because of the huge storm last week (1/4/18). I spent the day watching the news updates with 'Kevin' at the news desk, and I just had to finish his ending in this story. :D