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Dusty just blinked for a minute.
“Hello?!?,” came the deep voice on the other end of the phone receiver.
“Uh...,” he stammered, “are you..?”
“I sure am, hot stuff,” the voice cooed on the other end, “Where would you like to start?”
“I, actually, I’m straight...” Dusty trailed off.
Dusty sat down on the edge of the bed staring at the wall where Kitty’s Scissor Sisters poster hung.
“Sure darling, aren’t we all,” the voice said reassuringly, “now, what are you wearing?”
He looked down at his attire. He had already undone his pants and was going to let them drop until he had registered that they were not the hot girl that he had envisioned. He had suddenly found himself shy with letting his pants go when he was on the phone with a strange man. A gay man. Dusty took another look around the room. Other than some back ground noises in the other room there wasn’t really anyone else there. He let his pants drop.
“I’m in my underwear,” Dusty replied.
He looked down to his still half mast boner.
“Oh, I would run my hands across your manly chest,” the deep voice replied. Dusty closed his eyes. He was imagining the light brushing of hands up his shirt, caressing his skin with gentle fingers.
“I would play with your nipples, and circle them with my tongue,” the voice flirted “I would climb right on top of your lap right now and nibble them.”
Dusty scrambled to take off his sweater and shirt leaving him only in his underwear laying on the bed. He reached up with his other hand and touched his chest, moving it across to his nipples. He was surprised that they perked right up after contact. He was still imagining thighs moving right up on top of his lap and his chest being licked. Imagined lipsticked lips moving across his chest. He started to stiffen again.
“Yes,” Dusty said to the lipsticked stranger.
“Oh you like that do you,” replied the voice “I’m dancing for you, slowly while I am on top of you. I’m rubbing against you, teasing your cock. Showing you what you could have.”
Dusty imagined the stranger twisting their body around like Alba in Sin City. With closed eyes he watched her, entranced in her movements and curves.
“I’m reaching down for it now, I’m taking it in my hand, your hard cock is a gift for me,” said the now hushed voice.
“Yes,” Dusty replied, “do it.”
Dusty reached down to his boxers and slid his hand in. He gripped himself tightly and let out a breath. He was gripping the phone harder than ever now waiting for what was next, when he felt something hit him. He opened his eyes to find the light in the bedroom on and Kitty looking at him with a concerned look on her face.
“Sh...uh...,” as Dusty scrambled to get up and hung up the phone with a snap “I had to make a call.”
“Right,” she said looking down at the tent of underwear that he had, “Anyway, don’t make a mess.”
Dusty turned red as he stood trying to somehow now cover his underwear with his hands.
“I just came for my jacket, I’m going to Steph’s house now.” She pointed to the bed, “Don’t get it on the bed,” she said with a smile as she walked out of the room.
Dusty looked down at the bed and saw a box of tissue as he heard Kitty leave the apartment. Left alone again, he looked down at his phone and shook his head. Noises from Nancy’s room started to float into the now silent room. He leaned against the wall. The thumping noises of the bed hitting the wall where Nancy took Tim was carrying through. Dusty listened to the mumbling of the voices and the moaning. As his hardness returned he decided that Kitty wouldn’t be back for a couple hours anyway...
Heavily breathing as he finished, Nancy exclaimed half heartedly “Yay nationalism....I’m never screwing another medievalist again!”
Nancy climbed off him and sprawled out on the bed next to him exhausted. After a long yawn she rolled over to go to sleep.
“Oh, and you can sleep here, but don’t touch me,” she exclaimed nicely as she fell asleep.
