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Charles taps his keyboard, he keeps pressing the space bar then deleting to were he was writing his PowerPoint for his class this following week. He can't stop Staring at his phone though. Five minutes earlier he was happily typing away, adding points about the periodic table, when he got a notification from Erik. He ignored it at first, letting him tire himself out by spamming Charles a bunch of random and useless messages as he usually did, like 'got a red bull on the home' and 'watching the new season of The Boys' whatever that was, treating Charles as if he were his instagram story rather then having an actual conversation with a person. Charles responded but only with short replies, not giving him his full attention, that was untill they started getting dirtier and dirtier.
'i was thinking about you today you know'
No reply from Charles.
'in class, watching your fingers point at the board. Made me wet just thinking about how they were fucking me just a couple days ago'
Fuck... Charles sighed as the image burned a hole into his mind. Him and Erik, sneaking around the sports supply room just outside the University. Erik's quite tall, taller then Charles, he remembers how his knees were buckling and shaking, struggling to stay upright while Charles's fingers slid in and out of his dripping pussy. God that was so hot, feeling him cum around his fingers, his voice cracking as he tried not to scream.
Fingers and oral sex so far. He's not going to do anything further. He's made a promise to himself.
And he needs to keep it so he ignores the texts, ignores the way his cock stiffens in his pants. He's still in his suit, too tired to change clothes, he has a class to prepare for anyways.
'i wish you here right now'
Charles stops picking up his phone up to see, instead he just glares at the message before they fade to black as his phone turns off.
Erik sighs. He's finished the episode he was on and turned his laptop off. He's bored, and horny, which is the worst kind of bored. He kicks the covers down and sighs, feeling the fabric of his red flannelette pajama bottoms, he lifts his shirt up slightly then gets an idea. He grabs his phone and takes a picture. He thinks, then he deletes it, and takes another and another until he's satisfied. The angle is perfect, his tits looks nice and big, only the underboob is showing, the rest hidden by his shirt he has pulled up, his milky white flesh shines in the flash and the red of his pants hug his waist lowly, promising more. He smiles at how good he looks before sending the photo to Charles, nervous and giddy about what might happen next. He's never sexted anyone before.
Charles takes a glimpse at the message before his eyes dart away but he quickly looks back and focuses on his phone.
New message from Erik
'view photo'
He stares at the png icon, he gulps and turns back to his laptop but its no use. He types but it's just random letters, he knows he's too far gone now. He picks up his phone and stares at it for a few minutes. He pretends like he has no idea what it could possibly be and finds the confidence to open his phone.
He lets out a shuddered breath as he stares at Erik's bare body. The picture cuts off above his nose. Charles can feel his mouth water as he takes in every aspect of this beautiful creature that's plastered across his phone screen. His lips are pink and glossy, his tongue is poking out slightly touching his top lip. The curve of his breasts under his lifted shirt, his prominent waist. Charles blinks and aggressively slams his phone down on his desk as he rolls his chair back, far away from the picture. His head falls into his hands as he realises just how fucked he is as his erection strains through his pants.
Erik's giddiness soon dissolves into disappointment and embarrassment.
He sees Charles has left him on read.
Almost fifteen minutes go by and he's given up on him replying, he's probably just busy. Erik tucks himself back in and stares at the ceiling, he's about to turn his lamp off when he gets a notification, it's Charles.
Charles does nothing but sit in the silence of his home office, starring at the phone infront of him. Long enough to finally accept that this is his life now, he's doing this. He might as well stop pretending that he isn't. He picks up the phone, not before palming his erection that has failed to go away. He unbuttons and unzips his pants and sits back in his chair as he opens his chat with Erik, not before looking over that delicious picture one last time before sending.
'you look fucking incredible'
Erik blushes as he reads the message, typing back quickly.
'you wanna see more'
his heart is racing and he feels the arousal building in his groin.
'yes please my darling'
Erik smiles at the nickname and jumps out of bed, he locks his door, no one should come In but he'd rather be sure. He hops back on his bed on his knees and takes a photo of his lower half, of his hand pressing lightly against his clothed groin, with the caption.
'im so hard for you'
Charles smirks at the new photo, slightly less raunchy then he was hoping it too be.
Erik rubs his pussy through his pants and sighs at the relief of touching himself. He grabs a pillow and straddles it, deciding to take a video for Charles this time. He records himself grinding against the pillow with his shirt pulled up, being held by his teeth as he teases his nipples and moans softly and quietly for Charles. Captioning it,
'i wish you were here rn'. He hits send as butterflies fill his stomach. It's all so intense and exciting. Minutes go by and he worries Charles has forgotten about him or gained some sort of self control over this situation their in, but thankfully he gets another text. It's a long paragraph.
Erik's pussy pulses as he reads it.
'if i was there I'd have my face pressed between your thighs, sucking on your clit till your hard. Bring my hands up to tease your nipples, just the way you like it. How big is your bed?'
Erik presses his legs together, desperate for friction but denying himself just a little while longer.
'fuck Charles im so wet'
'i have a single bed..?'
He sends back
He waits in hungry anticipation for what Charles might say next.
'id have to fold you in half then, bend your knees to your chest and hold you by your thighs while i slide my tongue between your wet pussy.' Charles closes his eyes as he imagines the sight. Erik holding his knees to his chest, spreading himself for Charles, he imagines how it would taste, to run his tongue along his pink pussy, he imagines it's glistening and soaking wet. He tugs his pants down and slides a hand down to stroke himself as he pictures the scenario.
Erik gasps as his fingers, wet from sucking on them, rub circles around his clit as he reads Charles's messages. His bottoms have been discarded and his underwear is wrapped low around his thighs, exposing his pussy. He attempts to type with one hand.
'am i making you hard'
He waits.
Charles types but the bubble disappears. A few seconds later he receives a photo. He opens it eagerly to find a picture of Charles's cock, he's fully hard, Charles's fingers are loosely gripped around it.
Erik imagines what it would be like to have that cock inside him. An unattainable goal he's sure but he's going to tempt fate anyway, might as well go all out. He brings his fingers up and sucks on them, he tastes himself on his tongue, he quickly begins to record himself lewdly sucking on his index and middle finger, spitting on them, getting them nice and wet before taking them to his cunt, phone camera following. He seductively pulls his underwear off and begins to rub his clit a few times before rubbing over his hole, he slides in with ease, moaning soflty at the intrusion. He watches the video back, It's vulgar but he can't help it, the sounds of his fingers slipping inside his wet pussy turn him on in a way he didn't know was possible. He masterbates to himself before sending the video.
Charles's body aches when he sees it, he wishes so badly that he was there to touch him, maybe even taste him. His pants are around his ankles, he slides his boxers the rest of the way to join them. He pumps his cock as he watches the video, whining in frustration as the video just replays back to the start. He's greedy for more. He sends a message this time.
'after i finish fucking your pussy with my tongue I'd finger you, I'd rub circles on your clit with my thumb, make you squirm, watch you wreath on my fingers. Then i'd stop, just to tease you. Watch you grind against the bed. Make you beg for me to be back inside you.'
Erik lets out a whimper then worries if that was too loud. He sits back against his bedroom wall, knees up, legs spread wide either side as he pumps his fingers in and out of himself, he can hear the faint wet slapping of his arousal, he can feel it ooze out his pussy and down onto his ass cheeks. Wetting his knuckles as he fucks himself on his hand. Biting his lip so as not to moan. Charles moans as he fists his cock, giving himself and Erik a minute for some release, he jerks off as he watches the video. He squeezes his balls before stopping to check his phone again.
A video of Erik's two middle fingers slamming inside his hole, making wet sloppy noises as he speeds up, gasping and moaning. Charles remembers the first time he made Erik squeak like that. The first time they did anything like this.
Cock still in hand, Charles types back.
'are you wishing my fingers were inside you? Rubbing that sweet spot that makes you cum. I wish they were, God your so wet for me baby. I'd love to have my fingers inside you again, fucking your tight pussy open.'
Erik's eyes roll back as he drops his phone and bites his hand, he's so fucking close. He fingerbangs himself for a few more seconds before abruptly pulling out, its too much. He doesn't want to cum yet.
He pushes his fingers down hard on his clit before swiping his hand up across his stomach, wiping them on his shirt. He gets an idea.. but first he wants to see Charles's cock.
'let me see you'
Charles reads it and begins to take a video in selfie mode. Holding the phone down infront of his cock, so that Erik can see his face as he jerks off. He closes his eyes to deter from the awkwardness of filming himself. He just has to focus on the pleasure and soon he gets lost in it. He sends the video and begins to film another one, from the back camera now of just his cock. Him speeding up and slowing down, squeezing the tip before smearing the precum with his thumb. Groaning in the background.
Erik licks his lips as he watches the video, memorized, he can't wait to suck on that cock again. The only downside to sexting is the fact that that's all they can do. Charles can't just come over and fuck him. But he knows what to do to make this worth while.
He replies to a message directly.
'i wouldn't be tight.'
Charles chuckles soflty, unsure of what Erik means by that.
'ive already came twice thinking about you today.'
Charles feels his heart sink, he feels a strong sense of pride over this fact, over His Erik, who has already had his fingers deep inside himself today thinking of Charles. He wonders if it was in his own bedroom like he is now. Did he struggle to be quiet, did his whole body twitch as he came, Charles loved that about Erik, the way he'd shake and shudder. He jerks himself off roughly. He types back his feelings to Erik.
' your amazing you know that. Your poor pussy must be so sensitive from already cumming today. And your fingers must be tired. I'm going to fuck you so good next time i see you.'
Erik's heart thumps as he types out his next message. He quickly drops his phone and gets out of bed, kneeling down to search under it.
'i didn't use my fingers.'
Charles stares at the message.
The waiting is excruciating , it means he has to actually take in his own surroundings. The fact that he's sitting in his office with his pants down and his cock in his hand waiting for a text back from... Erik.. He stares at his lesson plan. Then he rewatches the videos Eriks already sent. Fuck he's such a pervert. He thinks before his throat goes dry at the new message from Erik. A video. He's nervous to open it.
He takes a deep breath. The need to cum outways any other thoughts he has. He clicks on the video.
The tip of an average sized realistic dildo rubs over Erik's swollen clit. It smacks against his pussy a few times earning a slutty but quiet moan from Erik before pushing inside. He fucks himself with just the tip a few times before abruptly going all the way in, Charles's cock twitches at Erik's sudden whine. He watches in awe as the camera shifts to capture his face in the shot, contorting beautifully as he bites his glossy pink lips.
"Fuck" Charles sighs. He feels almost jealous that Erik has been experiencing the feeling of a cock fucking him, even a silicone one.
Erik's toes curl as the dildo stretches him. Every nerve is on fire. He fucks himself slowly at first, rubbing his clit as the dildo is buried to the hilt. He feels the way it rubs his inner walls, scratching against his nerves making him gush. He stops, leaving it buried deep inside while he reads
what Charles has sent. Charles stares at his phone keyboard. He knows what he wants to say but he worries. He doesn't want to go to far. Surely it should be fine. It's not like Erik is infront of him. Charles is sensible enough to be able to control himself. He thinks. Fuck, it's fine its fine. He repeats to himself before typing.
'i wish that was my cock, sliding deep inside you, stretching out your perfect pussy. I want to feel you, feel you open around me, fuck you till your screaming.'
Oh god
Erik rocks his hips as the dildo moves slightly inside him. He drops the phone and covers his mouth as his other hand takes the end of the dildo again, snapping his wrists, feeling the girthy cock fill him up, he whines into his palm, he's imagining it's Charles's cock. He always imagines it's Charles but this time is different, this time Charles actually wants his cock inside Erik. He told him from the start that he would not cross that line, to Eriks disappointment. But now? he knew it, he knew it would work, he'd be able to seduce Charles, to the point he wouldn't be able to resist. He slows down and grabs a pillow to bite, to muffle his noises as he grabs his phone and begins to record.
He holds it infront of his pussy. His thighs shake a little as he starts to fuck himself again.
Charles slides and twists his wrist around his stiff cock as he watches, breathing heavy as he sees the silicone cock disappear into Erik's greedy pussy. He watches as his walls grip the cock, the wet sloppy noises it makes as its thrusted harshly inside. He actually whines when Erik abruptly pulls the dildo out showing his hole clench and pulse as arousal leaks out of it. Thats the end of the video. Charles is close to coming. He fists his cock, he's lost in a daze. He keeps picturing Erik's pussy gaping around that cock, wishing it were his. He wants to cum so desperately but he can't. He needs to see more. Without thinking he taps the call button, only after the second ring does he realize what he's done, and that it's too late, Erik's answered.
It's quiet, and a bit awkward.
"Hello?" A meek voice says on the other line.
Charles huffs, a bit surprised with himself. "Hey" he laughs out, not knowing what to say in this ridiculous situation.
They stay quiet for a little while, until Charles finds his confidence.
"Sorry, for calling i just, I don't know actually." He hears Erik laugh on the other end.
"That was fucking hot". Charles says.
"Did you cum?" Erik sighs in pleasure.
Charles hears the whine at the end of Erik's sentence and it makes his cock twitch.
"No, not yet" he strokes himself.
"So fucking close though, your so good. Fuck" he breathes out.
He hears Erik moan quietly on the other end.
"Are you still?" Charles asks but Erik answers him quicker.
"Mhmm" he moans. "I'm still fucking myself on that cock."
Erik puts the phone down to his cumt so it can pick up the noises. Charles nearly passes out from the arousal he's feeling. All the blood in his body has rushed to his cock, he's sure.
He sighs. Still pumping his own cock, his hands are sticky with precum.
"You want me to make you cum?" Erik moans into the phone, still being quiet.
"You're whispering" Charles says in a similar tone.
Erik smiles to himself.
" I don't want my family to hear me. Could you imagine if they found out. That my professors cock was filling me up right now." Charles shifts in his chair. To avoid the reality of this 'fantasy' he goes along with it, that thats his cock inside Erik right now.
"Can you put me on video call?"
Erik laughs at his old words and moves them to video. Charles takes the phone away from his ear to look at it. Erik's still adjusting the camera, he can see his belly, his bare chest. His perky tits. The camera pans down to his pussy. He watches in awe as Erik slides it in and out.
"Let me see you" Charles asks.
Erik pans the camera up, smiling. Face flushed. He looks so cute.
"You look amazing"
Erik giggles.
Charles realizes the camera has only been on his face, he fiddles with it and finds the button to switch cameras. He films his cock, twitching. Before he jerks himself off, putting on a show for Erik.
"Mm your so hard for me"
Erik keeps the camera on his face as he fucks himself. Licking his lips as he watches Charles jerk off.
"Let me see those beautiful tits."
Charles cringes at himself a little but he doesn't know how else to ask, and it seems Erik is happy with this. He shows off his perky tits, bringing a hand up to caress one and pinch his nipple, he puts on a show, grabbing his left breast and pushing it up to his mouth, swiping his tongue over his nipple.
Erik doesn't mind his tits, he doesn't like them being visible in public at least but like this, for Charles. It's a pleasure he didn't know was possible.
"Fuck Erik" Charles moans.
Erik's stomach is full of butterflies as he hears Charles moan his name.
"Mm are you gonna cum? am i gonna have to make you cum baby"
Charles says.
"Fuck yes please" Erik breathes out.
"Show me that gorgeous pussy" Charles commands. Erik holds the phone down infront of himself.
Charles speeds up, thrusting his hips up, chasing that high. "Speed up for me baby, yeah that's it, just like that." He praises as Erik speeds up his movements. Twisting the dildo, gripping the base for dear life. He bites his lip but it's not enough, quiet noises escape.
He twitches and shakes as he finds his G spot. Abusing it. He twists his neck and buries it into his pillow. He's so fucking close. His pussy is so sensitive, his clit throbs untouched.
Charles's muscles strain as beads of sweat roll down his face. He tries his best to keep the camera on his cock.
Erik lifts his head out of the pillow and sits up, sucking in his stomach as he breathes deep. He glances at his phone, he sees Charles still stroking his cock. Then he hears him swear and moan as he cums. The white fluid spurts out of his tip, he can see the way it jerks and pulses. Erik imagines Charles's cock cumming inside him, filling him up. He swears and drops the phone as his body convulses. Waves of pleasure soar throughout his body. He smacks a hand over his mouth, trying to contain himself but he can't help but moan. His hips rock upwards as his eyes roll back as his orgasm takes over. He feels his pussy throb and flutter around the dildo as arousal gushes out. He rides out his high, breathing quick.
Charles Is doing the same. He tossed his phone on his desk after seeing Erik had hung up.
He recalls hearing a high pitched moan before their connection was cut. Charles wishes he could have seen him cum but, he was too enveloped in his own orgasm. He feels a little better knowing next time he'll be there to actually feel him cum. He pumps his cock, smearing his cum over it. His hands and legs are a mess. He prays that his floor has been spared. Finally he let's go of his sensitive cock, letting it slap against his belly as he reaches for the tissues to clean himself up. Once his hands are clean he reaches for his phone and checks his chats with Erik. He sends him a text.
"Are you alright baby?"
He doesn't get a reply for a while. So he decides to clean himself up properly. He pulls his pants up and stands to go to the bathroom.
Erik breathes deep, the dildo inside still but as he moves to sit up it slides out. He rushes to shove it back in, so that he can take a video. He lays back and lifts his legs. He briefly reads the message from Charles and smiles. He records his sensitive pussy. He tries to fuck himself with it for a bit but it's too much. He lets it slip out with a pop and rubs the tip of it over his spent pussy. So wet from cumming. He rubs it over his clit and whines. The he drops it on his bed and rubs his hand over his pussy. Smearing the wetness in his hands, showing it to the camera, to Charles. He sends the video and lies back, catching his breath.
Charles returns to his phone and if it weren't for his age and the fact that he just came like a fountain, he would be hard again. He watches as Erik rubs his fingers over his pussy, so fucking wet. Charles can't hold back. He types.
'What are you doing tomorrow, i need to see you.'
Erik laughs in victory, excited to see more of Charles, he hopes he keeps his word and will finally fuck him with that gorgeous cock.