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The man behind the counter eyed the stranger, yet he couldn’t deny him when he put down the cash for the room. The man collected it, count it in case the stranger tried to scam – he did not, so he nodded to the caped stranger, handing him the keys.
“Upstairs, third room on the right. Good night” he said, seeing the stranger grabbing the key, mumbling a thank you under the breath. He took his bag, and left the counter. The man behind it followed a bit the strangers moving. It was quite some time someone dressed like him was seeking for a room. However, it was a motel after all. People come and go. Seeing a stranger, obviously someone from abroad, wandering around the area, isn’t unusual. Maybe it was the tiny feeling something was off with him. Yet, it shouldn’t be his concern. He paid, so he could stay.
The key clacked rusty, and it took some careful moves to finally unlock the room for the night. A bed, a tiny room next to, obviously a bath. There was no way he would say the room was comfy, or a beauty sight to his eye. It was a motel, and should only follow one thing: providing a kind of save space for at least the night. And well, a shower wouldn’t harm either. He put down his belongings, took his phone out to let it charge a bit while he started undressing himself, heading to the shower.
To his luck, the water wasn’t entirely cold. He already cancelled the idea of steaming hot water at his skin. He could have it if he would go to a hotel. However, he couldn’t afford a fancy place right now. He just focused on refreshing himself, getting ready for some hours of sleep. It was until some familiar pictures came right before his eyes – You.
After graduating and some revealing adventures after, he decided to going abroad, seeing the world, seeing how far his fists could take him. A decision with some perks: He had to delay his college much to the dismiss of a certain friend, and he had to leave you behind – his partner. He remembered well how not amused you were, not really happy about the idea with long-distance relationship. But you agreed. Your bond would be strong enough to endure being apart. You both also agreed to made a somehow contacting plan, mostly being him taking the initiative because of the time delay between them. He remembered well he also tried convincing you to take along with him. However, you clearly said to him that this was his journey, not yours.
So, there he was, having you clearing in his mind while the shower still was running. Your smile, your laugh, how you walk, how you dance around him. Multiple pictures and moments you spent together. It left him with a tiny sour taste, knowing well it was his decision to go, yet he couldn’t deny the fact he was missing you right now. It was now several months ago he saw you. And it had a huge impact on him not having you around. In these moments where he could be for himself, save and sound – he could allow himself to let his mind drift apart. The suppressed need could flow which leads fast into having a very prominent boner.
It isn’t that he isn’t used to it. He already learnt getting used to it when he was alone on his trip. It still let him feel a tiny bit embarrassed how fast he got railed up, and how often he had to take things into own hands. It helped for the moment. Yet he was never entirely satisfied. It was different to masturbate on images of you instead of just having sex with you. As much as he tried to mimic you in his mind, or his movements with his hand on his dick, it wasn’t you. Yet, ignoring the problem between his legs would cause him to have a sleepless night. And he was tired and needed some hours of sleep later. He closed his eyes, let his left hand wandering to his painfully hard cock, grabbing it and immediately starts stroking it in a pleasant pace.
Nothing could beat your hands when they soft and gentle runs about his body, over his face, over his muscles, over his dick. Soft caressing, sometimes playful scratches, gentle grabbing his balls or dick, or both (or rough grabbing what he really enjoys but would never admit before you). When your lips trails from his lips down his neck, to the jawline, over his chest and stomach until it tickles the tip of his cock. The feeling of your mouth around him; tight, warm and wet; the cheeky tongue of yours adding to the play. It was no wonder how fast he came when you gave him a blowjob. The view of you on your knees, taking him as much as possible, your flushed cheeks full or desire and enjoyment. Your eyes focused on him, full of love for him. Even the mere view let his legs shake lightly.
A mix of a hum and a hiss left his lips while his mind played all the ways how you could please him. It certainly helped fueling him with desire, bringing him closer to his climax while he touched himself. And how fast it started, it also ended fast. With the last pump on himself, he could feel how he shouted his cum into the entire shower. It was for good he usually masturbates under the shower. It helped cleaning up the mess he created afterwards. Still, a light frown appears on the face of the man because he has again touched himself to the thoughts of you, in a shower, in a whatever motel he was staying, far away from you– and this within some days of a week. And again, even with reaching a certain high of pleasure, the sour aftertaste denied him feeling relived.
The gray-haired man sighed, getting back to the origin idea of the shower, and refreshed himself from dirt and stress the last days. After leaving the shower, a bit dried but the towel still around his hips, he walked out of the bath to his bed, sitting himself on the edge of it. His view went to his phone, still charging. A tiny light – the sight of a notification – got him curious, and he grabbed his phone to see what or who tried to contact him.
A weak chuckle escaped him when he read your name. It was always amazing to him how you could sense his mood. Even being apart over thousands of miles.
“It should be nighttime where you are currently. Good night, Aki. Miss you ♥ ”
A tender smile spread over his face, his heart already beating a bit faster simply by reading your words to him. He would even make a deal with the devil for just having you now by his side, in his arms.
“How am I supposed to sleep now, huh?” he mumbles, his gaze still on your message. He often wonders how got to be such a lucky guy for having you in his life, as his partner?
He hesitated for a bit, unsure what to reply. Telling you he is fine, he is about to go to sleep, that he misses you. However, the prominent pictures from his shower adventure came into his mind again. It was like pressing a switch to light up the room with his body and mind just going crazy with mere mentions of you.
A very frustrated, and this time very embarrassed, sighs escaped his lips when he looked down, already seeing the bulge under the towel. It was the first times amazing for him how fast and how often he was needy. But now, it kind of started to annoy him how horny like a god-damn teenager he was.
“Cannot sleep, love. My body is missing you”
Before he even realized how obvious horny his answer sound, his fingers already tapped on send. “I am an idiot…” he said to himself, accepting his defeat. Horny and tired was a wild mix of emotions. He only hoped you would get what he means.
You certainly did when after minutes of his answer – Your Name appears on his screen for an in-coming call.
“Hi…”
You:” …Hi?” Your confusion was hearable for him.
“Uhm…sorry…I mean…” He sighed, and heard your little laughter on the other side of the call.
You: “Your hands were faster than you could think, or?”
“Well…yeah, you are right. Sorry, that was not a suitable answer of your message…”
You: “It’s fine, Aki. It is normal to feel like this.”
“Not with how often it happens to me…”
He realized again he just spoke without thinking of the effect. He cursed his tired brain.
You:” …uhm…maybe, I can help you…”
He raised his eyebrow, clearly knowing you couldn’t see it. However, he was sure you would know how his face turned after hearing the info.
You:” …Aki? Please say something, it starts getting embarrassing without you saying something…” It seems he wasn’t the only one who acts before thinking.
“What do you mean with…. help?”
You:” …don’t play dumb, you know what I mean…”
“Do I?” He was clueless, and not teasing. Perhaps being tired, and having most of his blood in his dick than in his head, certainly didn’t help either.
A sigh from you was to hear. He could slap himself for really not getting what you mean with help.
“Sorry love, I really have no idea what you mean…”
You:” … Phone sex”
You said it directly, and he could already imagine how blank your face must be when revealing your idea. It did leave him surprised, and soon after flustered by how bold and blunt you said it. On the other side, he bluntly texted you he was horny for you.
“Oh…you mean…that…” he admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. It never came to his mind that this was indeed a valid option to be sexual with each other while being apart. Hearing your voice while touching himself was a completely different experience than just his imagination.
You:” …only if you are up to it…I mean, I guess you are with your message…uhm…” He did feel relived you were also kind of embarrassed by the whole idea. It did things to him that you are probably blushing right now. The soft pink on your cheeks made you even more adorable.
He changed his position on the bed from sitting to laying on it, putting away the towel to let his cock jump free, being welcomed with a light chill of the room.
“I am…. up for it…” he started, looking to his cock, twitching around in need for attention. “…please help me, love…”
There was something inside him which looked forward for what would now happen. It surely pushed his need, but also his desire for you to new highs.
You:” … are you naked?”
He nodded, then realized you probably didn’t see him. “Since we start the call...”
You:” …eager, are we?” The tiny chuckle you let out caused him to lightly blush, and he felt the need to explain himself.
“I just came out of the shower when I read your message…” he mumbled, yet it didn’t let die out your chuckle. “And you? Are you…naked?”
Just the thought you could also be naked on the other side of the world while he was turned him more on than he would be brave enough to admit.
You:” …No!”
He couldn’t suppress a disappointed sigh.
You: “…but I wear the set you really love on me…”
His eyes already sparkled by hearing it. It wasn’t just a simple set of underwear. It was one you had bought just for the eyes of him. With knowing how much he loved to see it on you. How it hugged the features of your body, even highlighting certain parts. A beautiful sight to take in.
You:” …however…it already got a bit…dirty” He loved how sudden your voice changed into a playful tune, the sound of your own desire for him to hear.
“Dirty, huh?” His left Hand found his way to his cock while he asked, a smirk cracked on his face. He welcomed the quick mood change.
You:” …it’s your fault, silly. I got so aroused by the thought of you…”
“It is now my fault? Love, you are also charged guilty. I lost count how often I got hard just be thinking of you”
Which is 100% true because it even happens during the day for him, much to his dismiss.
You:” …I can already imagine how mighty your cock is, hard and firm. How you always start leaking when I simple poke him…”
He let out a sharp gasp when he mimicked you. Still his hand, but having your voice by his side, it turned the tables.
You:” … If I could, I would give it a quick taste, having your salty taste on my tongue…”
A pleasant wave went over him, letting him shiver a bit by your words. He automatically grabbed himself a bit rougher. You would grab him, even squeeze him while peppering the tip of his dick with kisses and licks.
“Only if you let me have a taste of you…” he spoke, his tune dripping with lust. He could feel his mouth watering by the reminder of the taste of you. When he sucks, nips, bites, licks and kisses you at your sensitive spot. The heartful moans you let out were music for him.
“I would take a good amount of time to worship you down there. Letting you feel that you belong to me, that you are mine. That you moan, even scream out loud my name…”
He was still proud when he let you scream the first-time during sex. It was perhaps a bit embarrassing afterwards; it was during your time at the dorm, and the walls were everything but not soundproof. Yet, the kicking feeling of hearing his name from your mouth – it is something he doesn’t want to miss anymore.
A gasp of you was to hear. He could only imagine how you touched yourself while thinking it was him, and not your hand.
“But I wouldn’t just worship you down there. I mark your entire body with me, giving every part of you the love it deserved”
He would trail kisses from head to toe, leaving visible marks from sucking on your skin, or soft bites. He was aware if backfired at him the next day. How flustered he got when you wear them proudly like a new piece of cloth. (He secretly loved it when you teased him but this was also something he wouldn’t admit to you).
You: “…I can already feel your hands on me, playing with me, playing with the hem of my underwear. When you slowly slide your fingers into, exploring me, teasing me, fucking me… when you let me come on your fingers…”
He closed his eyes, having the picture right before his mind. It was hot, and it was now his turn to let out a gasp. He also started massaging his balls which turns the gasp into a moan.
“Take them off”, he said in a husky voice. “I want to feel your entire body without any layer on…”
You chuckled, and hummed a bit. His mind played for him how you slowly, and of course with a teasing intention, putting down your underwear. A little show, just for him, for railing him up even more.
You: “… as you wish, I am all yours, all naked…”
He licked his lips, having your image in mind, naked, laying in bed and ready for him, only him. How sweet yet also delicious you will lay before him, impatiently waiting to get devoured by him. He would swing himself on top of you, skin on skin. Feeling your body pressed against him, feeling your warmth, your heartbeat, smelling your scent, the taste of your lips on his own. His pace on bumping on his cock speeded up, his breath grows heavy while listening to every word, every moan, every gasp you made over the phone.
The knot got tighter and tighter, and he knew he will not last any longer.
“…I’m…c- “
His body didn’t even allow him to finish his sentence when the second climax this night hit him, the wave of pleasure bigger than the one in the shower. The knot loosens up, with it his entire body. The entire tensing washed away, leaving him behind covered in sweat, heavy breathing and trying to calm down his rapid heartbeat.
He also heard over the phone who fast you got quiet yourself, only your breaths were to hear. He was unsure what to say. So, he let his view glaring around. When he saw on the mess he caused; he cum massive on the sheets, and there is no way to hide it; he frowns, letting out a disgusted grunt.
His face softens when he heard your snort over the phone.
You: “… it is clearly to see, or?”
“Don’t make fun of me. It is your fault, you know…”
However, he couldn’t stay seriously angry at you. You heard his own chuckle after his answer.
“…You really helped me. I feel…lighter…”
You: “… and satisfied?”
“That, too” he laughed.
Both of you laughed a bit. His heart immediately lighter by the sound of your laughter, and how fast the mood between you two changed again. He is always amazed how the mood goes with the flow between you.
“…I miss you.”
You:” …I miss you, too. Wish you would be here…”
“I wish that, too. Your bed is probably more comfortable than the motel bed…”
You:” …okay, that isn’t really difficult not to have…”
“True…” He let out a sigh. “I cannot wait when I see you again…”
You:” …which isn’t in the next time, or?” He could sense the slight hint of sadness in your question. He wasn’t even sure what to say, so he stayed silent. Even when he got a better glimpse of understanding emotions, he still wasn’t the best in comforting.
You:” …sorry…I dumped the mood…”
“Hey, don’t be sorry. It is okay that you asked. I should be sorry… than I cannot give you an answer…”
You:” …but the journey helps in the way, or?”
“Yeah, it does. It’s…uhm…”
You:” …difficult to explain on the phone?” You chuckled. “Hey, you don’t have to. But I expect you to tell me all the stories when you are back. That is a promise, ok?”
“Okay, I promise…” He shortly collected his thoughts before speaking up again. “I mean it when I said you helped me. I hope…uhm…” A faint blush spreads over his cheeks. “I hope we can do it again…sometime?”
You:” …sure. I enjoyed it as much as you do.”
“Thanks…and…I love you”
You:” I love you, too Aki. Good night, sleep well.”
And with this, the call ended. He put his phone back on the nightstand, then sink back into the bed. He just stared at the ceiling before sleep took over him, and he finally found some rest.