I’m ready.
A ripple of excitement moved through me as I settled back against my pillows.
I’d had a shit-tastic day and had hopped on Kinksters to find someone who wanted me to get my bossy on.
FunTimes’ profile was just like every other pretty boy on the app. Headless, shirtless bro snap at the beach, a few dick pics that showed he was packing, and lots of ab shots.
The guy had great definition, not ripped, but nice and cut.
He was exactly what I went for when I was looking to have some fun with a guy. The preppy, pretty boy who took a walk on the wild side and let another guy get them off. Maybe he was closeted or simply curious. Or maybe he was out and proud. That was the beauty of Kinksters. He could be whomever I wanted him to be.
“Are you listening through headphones?” I asked, keeping my voice low and the cadence even.
“Yeah,” came his breathless answer.
We hadn’t even started yet, and this guy was getting flustered.
Perfect.
“Put your phone on the bed beside you. Are you alone, or do you need to watch how much noise you make?”
“I have to be careful. Roommates are home.”
“How much time do you have?”
“Um, like, twenty minutes.”
“I want you to tell me a fantasy you’ve never told anyone.”
Silence.
“I thought this was a JOI call…”
“It is, but we’re doing this my way.”
“What if I don’t wanna?” His voice took on a defiant quality that sent the blood rushing to my dick.
I liked it when people were submissive, but I loved when they had a little sass and fought back. It was cute how they thought they could win against me.
“Then you can go ahead and swipe right on the next profile you get matched with. You want to do this my way or find someone else?”
He huffed as if he was annoyed. “Your way.”
“Good boy.”
“I’m not into that shit.”
“You sure?”
“Yes?”
“You asking or telling?”
“Telling.”
“Okay. I won’t say that again.”
I switched tactics. This guy wasn’t a sub. Was he a brat? “Now, are you gonna tell me a fantasy you’ve had, or are you finding someone else to get you off?”
He made another annoyed sound. Then his breathy voice slid into my ear. “I’ll tell you, but only if you tell me one.”
“Negotiating, I can dig it. Okay, Fun, tell me yours, and I’ll tell you mine.”
“I… I’ve always wanted to fuck a stranger.”
“That’s not exactly juicy.”
“Let me finish.” He grumbled. “I mean an actual stranger. Like I have no idea who they are, what they look like, nothing.”
“I’m intrigued. And as a reward for listening, you can cup your dick. No stroking, no pressure. Just hold it over your briefs for me.”
He let out a little sigh.
“Now tell me what this fantasy looks like. Describe it the best you can, and you’ll get another reward.”
“I’m in a room, blindfolded and on my hands and knees on a bed.”
“More.” I resisted the temptation to stroke myself.
“A guy comes in, and he doesn’t say anything. I don’t even know he’s there until he touches me.”
His voice was breathy and soft, his tone already wrecked. Goddamn, this guy was responsive.
“That’s good. Now you may squeeze your dick, but only three times.”
He huffed, then moaned softly.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me what happens next.”
“He grabs my hips and slams into me. I’m nothing more than a fucktoy for him. He’s not nice or gentle, and I don’t want him to be.”
“Did you prep, or are you taking him dry?”
“I’m prepped. I… don’t like it dry.” His voice broke on the last word, fear creeping into his tone.
“That’s okay.” I made sure to change mine so it was soothing. “So you’re nice and prepped, all stretched and wet for your mystery stranger?”
“Yeah.”
“Pull your cock out but only hold it by the base. You may squeeze, but no stroking.”
Another breathy moan filled my ear.
“You with me?” I asked, unable to keep the teasing lilt out of my voice.
“Yeah.”
“Then what happens?”
“He fucks me hard. He’s quiet, doesn’t say a word, only makes grunting sounds. Then he comes in me, but before I can come, he’s gone.”
My breathing hitched. That fantasy told me a lot about Fun. He was into edging, sensory deprivation, probably humiliation, and being used. Those were also high on my list of favorite kinks.
“You may stroke yourself now.”
He made a strangled sound. Then his breathing picked up. I counted to ten. “Stop.”
He whined.
“Did you stop?”
“Yes,” he bit out.
“You want to hear my fantasy?”
“Yes!”
“Let go of your dick and play with your balls while I talk. If you’re into nipple play, you may use your other hand to play with one. If not, put it on the bed.”
He grumbled softly, then moaned. He liked being contrary. Excellent.
“My fantasy is watching my friends take turns with my toy.”
I’d brought out the big guns and gone for a good old group scene. It was one of my top fantasies, but it also would give me a baseline for how kinky Fun was.
His breathing hitched.
“I’d let them fuck his mouth, play with his hole, and suck his dick. But they wouldn’t get to fuck him. Not yet. They’d get him nice and warmed up for me, and you know what the best part is, Fun?”
“What?” His tone was breathy and strained.
“I wouldn’t let him see anything that’s going on. He’d have no idea who was touching him. If it was me or my friends or all of us.”
He let out a little moan. “You have some kinky-ass friends.”
“I do.” I chuckled. “You may run your finger up and down your shaft.”
He whined, then huffed.
“Are you doing what I said?”
“Yes,” he ground out.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“You want to hear the rest of my fantasy?”
A pause. “Yes.”
“Once I’m done watching my friends prep my toy, I fuck him while they watch me and jerk off over him.”
He let out a sexy groan. “Please let me stroke myself.”
“Not yet.”
His answering grunt was angry. I smiled and slowly rubbed my hand up and down my aching cock. “When I’m about to come, I pull out. Then my friends have a turn with him while I edge myself.”
Fun let out a strangled cry, his breaths coming out in loud pants.
“Want to know what happens next?”
“I want to get off,” he snapped.
“Let go of your dick and put your hands behind your head.”
He whined. “You’re an asshole.”
“Yes, I am.” I let go of my dick and stared at the popcorn ceiling. “Don’t pretend you hate it. I can hear how much you’re enjoying this.”
He didn’t answer, but his breathing slowed.
“Now, are you ready to let me finish?”
“Yes.”
“They take turns, using whichever hole they want. When they’re close, they pull out and come all over his back while I fuck him. Then it’s my turn to come. But I don’t pull out. I make sure to come as deep in him as I can.”
Fun whined again, the sound almost pained. “Please let me touch myself.”
“Soon.” I added some softness to my voice. “You’re doing good.”
The hitch in his breathing was telling. Did he like praise too?
“When I’m done coming, I put a plug in him, and we all sign our names on his back with a marker. That way he has to spend the rest of the day with my load in him and our brands on him. And he’s not allowed to wash his back or take out the plug until I tell him.”
Fun’s breathing was loud and labored in my ear.
“Do you like the sound of that?”
“Yes.” His answer was soft, hesitant.
“You may stroke yourself.”
I counted to twenty as his breathing picked up, little moans and bitten-off sighs sliding through my headphones.
“Stop.”
“Ugh!”
“On your hands and knees.”
“And what if I don’t?” he asked petulantly.
“That’s your choice. But if you don’t, then you might as well hang up now because it’s my way or nothing.”
The muffled sounds of material shifting came over my headphones. “I’m on my hands and knees.”
“I want you to find one of my pictures and stare at it as you stroke yourself. Tell me when you find the one you want to look at.”
I waited, squeezing the base of my dick to stave off my arousal. Fun was aptly named because this was the best session I’d had on here in… ever. Most people turned into needy, pleading messes when I got my bossy on. That was hot, but I much preferred the push and pull of someone fighting back. So far, Fun was the perfect balance between contrary and obedient, and it was a struggle not to jerk off with him.
“I found it,” he whispered.
“Picture me standing in front of you. Do you like what you see?”
“Obviously,” he snapped.
I chuckled, not bothering to scold him.
“And what would you say if I told you to get on your knees for me?”
“Um, yes?”
He didn’t add Sir or any type of honorific to his answer. So he wasn’t a brat.
“I tell you to open your mouth and put your hands behind your back. Do you do it?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me how you’d suck me.”
“I’d… I’d start slow.” His voice was hesitant. “Maybe lick around your head a bit. Get used to your taste.”
“What else?”
“I’d probably lick your shaft, maybe your balls too.”
“Mmmmm, I like having my balls sucked on.”
“I’d do that,” he said quickly. “I’d suck on them for you.”
“I’d moan for you. Would you like that? To hear me enjoying your mouth?”
“Yes.” He cleared his throat. “I like it when my partners are loud.”
“So do I. Are you loud when you don’t have to worry about roommates?”
“Yeah, I am.”
“You may stroke yourself, but only ten times.”
He huffed but didn’t protest.
“What would you do next?” I asked after I’d counted to ten.
“I’d suck your dick.”
“Tell me how you’d do it.”
“I’d… I’d suck on your head for a bit. Then I’d try to take you farther.”
“Can you deep throat?”
“No.”
“Then what would you do?”
“I’d look up at you and hold still.”
“Why?” I squeezed my dick.
Fuck. I was so hard I ached. Fun’s hesitation was hot as fuck. It told me he wasn’t experienced, and that pushed all my buttons. Corrupting “straight” boys was one of my favorite pastimes. And being one of the first, if not the first, to get my dick in someone satisfied a baser part of myself I usually didn’t let out. That bastard was dark and possessive and way too intense for most people.
“Because I’d want you to fuck my mouth.”
“Mmmmmm.”
He moaned. “Please let me stroke myself.”
“You may. But stare at my picture as you do. Imagine I have my hands in your hair, holding you still as I fuck your face. I’m not being rough or going deep. It’s not about that. It’s about me using you and watching as you get off on it.”
His moan was loud, so loud I almost reminded him he had people to worry about.
“Are you getting close?”
“So close.”
“Stop stroking.”
His frustrated grunt made me smile.
“Now I want you to picture me on my knees for you.”
“Really?” The surprise in his voice was also telling.
“Yes. I like to suck off my toys. Get them so close they’re begging, then pull back and watch them squirm.”
“Shit, Wrong. I’m so close. Please let me come.”
“No. Not until I tell you.”
He huffed again.
“Are you stroking?”
“No. Too close.” His voice was clipped, angry even.
“You know what I like to do after I suck my toys off?”
“What?” he asked, his voice full of anticipation and dripping with need.
“I like to bend them over.”
He gasped.
“They think I’m going to fuck them, but not yet. I like to get them nice and ready.”
His breathing was fast, too fast.
“Stroke yourself while I tell you this. But no coming until I say so.”
He moaned again, softer this time.
“First, I’d use my tongue. Get you nice and wet, lick your hole and eat you out until you were begging me. You like being rimmed?”
“I… I don’t know.”
The primal, dark part of me reveled in the knowledge that he’d never been rimmed before. I wanted to be that person. The one to introduce him to the wonders of having a tongue in his ass.
I shook off that thought. This was a one-off sexting session. I needed to keep my head on the present and forget about any foolish notions of ever talking to him again.
“Then I’d take my time with you. Go soft and slow. Tease you and get you so close you’re begging me to let you come. But I don’t. I’m not done playing with my toy.”
“Please,” he whispered.
“When you’re at your limit, I’d stretch you. Use one finger, then two. I’d go slow, of course. I want you begging me for my cock.”
“Please give me your cock,” he whispered through his heavy breaths. “I want it.”
“I know you do,” I purred. “Soon, my pet. Soon.”
He grumbled.
“Are you still stroking?”
“Barely. I’m too close. I wanna come.”
“You will. But not until I’m done.”
He huffed but kept quiet.
“After I’ve got two fingers in you, I’d add a third. I’m not a small guy, and I want to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”
“Fuck, I can’t.”
“You can.”
“I’m… I need to come.”
“You will. But first I need to get my dick in you.”
He was panting so loud I had to turn the volume down on my phone. My cock was rock hard and leaking, screaming at me for some friction. I stroked myself slowly to take the edge off.
“You take my cock so beautifully, Fun. I slide right into you, and you’re moaning for me. Begging me for more. You know what I do?”
“What?” he asked quickly, his voice a little clearer. He was still with me.
“I’d give it to you. I’d fuck you hard, making sure to nail your sweet spot. I’d jack you off as you took everything I gave you. Would you like that? You want me to fuck your ass as I get you off?”
“Yes!”
“I’m stroking now. I want you to listen to me come as you picture me behind you. I’m gripping your hips hard, letting you take over so you can jack yourself the way you want. Can you do that for me, Fun? Can you wait for me to come?”
“Yes! Need it. Want your cum so bad.”
Fuck, this guy was so into it, so fucking desperate.
I sped up my hand, picturing exactly what I’d described. I could almost feel his heat around my dick as I imagined it sliding in and out of a perfect bubble butt.
We were panting in unison, little moans coming over the line as we got off together. Normally, I’d edge myself until my partner came, then punish them for disobeying. But Fun was just too hot, too into it, and I couldn’t hold back.
I didn’t bother keeping my voice down as I moaned and grunted, putting on a show for him. He was babbling, a steady stream of random words as he panted and groaned for me. Pleasure swirled inside me, coiling out from deep in my body as I fucked my fist, my precum creating a tight, slick channel.
“You ready for it?” I gritted out, my balls drawing up as my orgasm hovered right under the surface.
“Yes! Give me your load. I want it.”
“Fuck!”
My back bowed as my orgasm tore through me, ropes of cum landing on my chest and stomach as I stroked myself through it.
A strangled cry rang out, then what sounded like a sob.
“Fun?” I asked, the haze of my orgasm fading.
“I… I came. I tried to wait but—”
“Shhhh. It’s okay,” I said softly, hoping to soothe him. “Did it feel good?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
“Then that’s all that matters. It’s hot you came at the same time as me. Now, I want you to lie back down.”
“I… I thought this was it?”
“Not yet. Lie back and get nice and comfortable for me. Tell me when you are.”
“I’m on my back.”
“Put your dick away and pull your blanket over you.”
“Why?” His voice sounded far away.
“Because. Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah.”
Rustling came over the line, then a deep, satisfied sigh.
“Now, close your eyes and think about how much you liked that. How good it felt to come for me.”
He sighed again, snuffling happily.
“Did you like hearing me come?”
“I did. So hot.” His voice was dreamy and a little slurred.
“I liked hearing you. Thinking about fucking you made me come so hard. Knowing you were getting off thinking about me was so hot.”
“Hmmmmm,” he mumbled. “I feel weird.”
“I know. It’s normal. Just relax and enjoy the afterglow.”
Fun probably didn’t realize it, but he’d fallen into subspace. I usually didn’t like to get people too deep over the phone because it was difficult to do any sort of meaningful aftercare with just my voice, but I’d lost myself with him and hadn’t held back.
“’Kay.” He sighed, the sound happy and satisfied. “That was really fun.”
“It was.”
“I haven’t come that hard in a long time.”
His voice was still a bit slurred, but he was sounding more alert.
“Me either.”
“Wrong?”
“Yes?”
“I don’t normally do this.”
“Voice chat?”
“Not with guys.”
“No?” I didn’t push, even though I was dying to know more.
“No. But this was fun. I feel so relaxed.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you swiped my profile.”
“Me too.”
Silence stretched, and I took the opportunity to tuck myself away.
“Um…” His voice was hesitant and clear. He was back in reality. “I should go.”
“Okay.”
I hadn’t expected him to want to keep talking after he snapped out of his daze. That was exactly how I liked these sessions to go, but the primal part of me wasn’t ready for it to be over.
“Okay. Um. Bye.”
The connection went dead, and I sat up, looking down at the cum still streaking my torso. Time to take another shower and get back to working on my assignment.
I pushed aside the flare of disappointment that my time with Fun was over. His profile said he only did one-offs, so the odds he’d contact me again were low. Whatever. I didn’t have time to worry about some faceless guy I’d gotten off. I had enough real-life shit to deal with. I’d gone online to get my rocks off, and I’d done it.
Time to focus on reality.
