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“The dangers of having too much time on your hands and not enough people around you to keep you from getting into trouble.”
He smiled at his own small wit as he swiped the display, turning it on and immediately logging himself into what had rapidly become his favorite chat room.
“Hello daddies and twinks…”
He smiled, as he looked immediately for the only user he was interested in chatting with, and the smile grew when he saw the name PBJ show up – and was immediately greeted with a private message in the form of a smiley face.
“Hi, daddy.”
Tony shook his head, amused at himself for being so easily aroused by the simple greeting. When he’d seen the room list, the daddy part of the title had instantly grabbed his attention – and when he’d asked FRIDAY for a definition of the word twink, he had instantly decided to hop on in and lurk for a while.
Meeting PBJ had been the best thing to happen to him in a very long time.
“Good evening, baby boy,” he typed, still smiling. “How was work?”
“I made almost forty dollars in tips, so it was a good day.”
Tony shook his head, wondering – not for the first time – how tricky it would be to become an actual sugar daddy.
“Don’t spend it all in one place,” he typed, still in a good mood and wondering how a conversation with someone he didn’t even know – and had never even met – could make him feel so cheerful.
“It’s rent week,” came the reply – complete with a sick-face emoji – “so it’ll go in the jar with the rest of them.”
“You’ll buy yourself something nice, though?”
“If there’s enough left over, I was thinking I could get some new shirts. How was your day?” He added, probably ready to change the subject.
Tony allowed it.
“Long and filled with boring meetings. I really need a chance to relax.”
There was only the briefest of pauses, and then.
“Would you want a massage?” Peter wrote. “I could strip you down and straddle you… rub your back and shoulders until you’re nice and relaxed.”
Tony sighed; his vivid imagination having no trouble bringing up that image – even though all he knew about the other’s features was that he was 22, slim, with brown hair, and brown eyes.
“I’d like that, baby boy…” Tony typed. “Then what? What would we do once I was nice and relaxed?”
“It would depend on what you were in the mood for, daddy. You know I’m always up for whatever you want to do.”
“Anything?” Tony asked, now typing one-handed as he allowed his free hand to slide lower, into his lap.
“For you, daddy, yes.”
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Peter felt a thrill go through him the minute he saw the username pop up onto the listing in the chat room. He’d been waiting, really, and dodging other private messages as he lurked in the room, hoping that BFD would come in looking for a chat when he got off work.
He still wasn’t completely sure what the BFD stood for, since the man he called daddy told him that his name was really Anthony, but he liked to be called Tony. But then he’d added that he much preferred being called daddy, and that had excited Peter, who complied, immediately, and had ever since referred to him as such.
Peter smiled, aware that if he was actually in the same room as Tony, he’d be tongue-tied and blushing furiously at the discussion that they were having. It was exciting, though, to think of him being with the older man and being allowed to run his hands along his body, massaging him until he was relaxed.
Then?
Well, Peter knew he came across as confident online in chat, but his experience with sex was limited to his right hand, and very little else.
He was willing to learn, though, and Tony was teaching him a lot, without even knowing it.
“Would my baby like to be eaten out?” Tony typed in reply.
The young man groaned, sliding his hand under the baggy sweats he was wearing. Rimming sounded incredibly dirty, and he couldn’t even imagine doing it to someone, but when Tony mentioned it, it also sounded so hot that he couldn’t help the way he grew hard at the thought of Tony pinning him down and doing just that.
“Yes, daddy. You’d make me feel so good. And get me ready for more…?”
“I’d get you ready for me,” Tony wrote. “I’m so hot to be inside you, baby boy. So hard.”
Peter groaned, and stroked himself, lightly, thoroughly enjoying the play that he and Tony had going on. It was so exiting to him. Nothing he’d ever done before, but when he’d wandered into the chat room he’d been so interested and intrigued by the idea of being with someone so much older than him.
Someone who had all of the experience that Peter was well aware that he lacked – and the confidence to guide him through the whole idea of making the other person aroused simply by telling them what he wanted to do – or experience.
“And then what, daddy?” He responded, typing a little slower because his right hand was busy, but he thought that was hot, too, because he knew that Tony would know why. Would be well aware what Peter was doing – and that he was making him want to do it. “What would you do to your baby boy?”
“Once you were ready?” Tony responded. “I would put you on your belly, honey. My hand would be in the center of your back, holding you still, keeping you right where I want you, while my knees would nudge yours apart. Then you’d be open to me, Peter. Completely at my mercy for whatever I wanted. You’d like that, too, wouldn’t you, baby? Want to be daddy’s toy? Let daddy slide into you and make you mine, over and over?”
Peter’s breathing was already ragged at the visualization.
“Yes, daddy. All yours. I need you so much. I’m so ready for you.”
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The conversation went on for a short while in much the same vein. Tony was excellent at dirty talk and he liked the idea that somewhere in Seattle, Washington a young man was jacking off in front of his computer – or on his laptop, or wherever he was – just thinking about all the dirty, amazing things that Tony wanted to do to him.
Peter’s own responses were submissive and eager, and that was enough to have Tony hard, thinking of having the faceless young man under him, taking him with soft cries of pleasure and hungry moans of daddy, interjected here and there. It was enough to make him shoot a load all over himself in almost no time, and he continued the dirty talk, even while he was cleaning himself up.
“I hope you’re happy,” he typed, flexing the cramp in his right hand.
Peter’s response took a moment, which amused the older man.
“Why? What did I do, daddy?”
“You made me make a mess of my screen – and my hand.”
“Lmao! You should see my ceiling.”
Tony chuckled, aloud, and smiled.
“Feel better, baby boy?”
“I always feel better after spending time with you, daddy. How about you? Are you relaxed, now?”
“Definitely. Why do you live so far from me?? We could be having this conversation in my bed.”
“And I’d fall asleep with your arms around me?”
“When I eventually let you sleep.”
“You say the sexiest things, daddy.”
“Do you work, tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Right after my last class. I’ll be home around ten, if you’re going to be free?”
“For you?? I’ll always make sure I have time.”
“Good night, daddy. Thank you.”
“Thank you, Peter baby.”
He waited until the younger man logged out of the chat, and then turned his display off and sat in the dark, eyes closed as he enjoyed the aftermath of his climax, and the thought of Peter in his arms. He wondered what he looked like, and opened his eyes, smiling.
“FRIDAY? Find out who PBJ is, will you? Get me a picture.”