[ Eddie is either going to jerk off in this bathroom or wait it out for his cock to soften, frankly not willing to leave when he's as hard as he is. it's because of this guy too, has short of nothing to do with the taste of come from that stranger still on his tongue.
and this guy has to know too, can read desperation and agitation clear as day?
he whines, annoyed and pent up, but fuck he isn't about to give up. doesn't want to. not when the idea of being told he's allowed to jerk off makes him throb in his jeans. ]
okay. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Assume or accuse you of being unfair when you were clearly so specific. You're just. Right. I do want that, your cock in my ass. Your picture is really fucking hot. And the toys, they're great. Thanks. for them I can show you how great they are, later. they're at home. if you want me to Sir I'm really, really sorry.
[ inevitably there may be a time that he's outwardly defiant, but they're still in the start of this all, and his blue balls aren't insufferable, yet. so, his fingers do idly tap at the buttons of his jeans, eyes peering down over his covered erection as he can feel the precome teasing out. there's something about keeping his cock trapped in his jeans that he likes too, though, he's learned that about himself before he ever texted this guy. now, there's a promise of having this man let him touch himself, and he's curious about more of how that'll feel, after their previous text exchanges.
for good measure, he takes a picture to send off. bathroom floor under his feet, bent legs, ass resting on his feet, crotch in focus, black jeans with the bulge of his cock quite clear. he isn't sure if he's been convincing of being apologetic, and he's a desperate boy, so. ]
no subject
and this guy has to know too, can read desperation and agitation clear as day?
he whines, annoyed and pent up, but fuck he isn't about to give up. doesn't want to. not when the idea of being told he's allowed to jerk off makes him throb in his jeans. ]
okay.
I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Assume or accuse you of being unfair when you were clearly so specific.
You're just. Right. I do want that, your cock in my ass. Your picture is really fucking hot.
And the toys, they're great. Thanks. for them
I can show you how great they are, later. they're at home. if you want me to
Sir
I'm really, really sorry.
[ inevitably there may be a time that he's outwardly defiant, but they're still in the start of this all, and his blue balls aren't insufferable, yet. so, his fingers do idly tap at the buttons of his jeans, eyes peering down over his covered erection as he can feel the precome teasing out. there's something about keeping his cock trapped in his jeans that he likes too, though, he's learned that about himself before he ever texted this guy. now, there's a promise of having this man let him touch himself, and he's curious about more of how that'll feel, after their previous text exchanges.
for good measure, he takes a picture to send off. bathroom floor under his feet, bent legs, ass resting on his feet, crotch in focus, black jeans with the bulge of his cock quite clear. he isn't sure if he's been convincing of being apologetic, and he's a desperate boy, so. ]
please?