Fucking Neighbor's Son 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: Tinder Date

I stared at the little animation indicating that it was a match for a full minute. 

I thought of typing something, but he messaged first.

Hey.

I rolled my eyes at the attempt at nonchalance.

Hey bud, I messaged back, So you’re a girl now?

No

I kept it casual. Something about the profile, no face, I said. He said that's the point. I said fair enough. He asked what I was up to. I said nothing. He said, same. 

We went back and forth like that for a few minutes, both of us pretending we didn't know exactly what this was.

Then he said, been thinking about the other day.

I stared at that for a second. Then I typed back, me too.

I told myself that we were just talking about it, not reliving it. I only wanted to chat with someone since I was bored.

He kept pushing me a little further, and I knew I was in denial about it, and I let him. 

It’s hot that you’re so much older than me, he said.

Brooo, I messaged, that’s what makes it so wrong.

I liked touching you the other day.

I know.You jizzed all over me. It was like a gallon.

He didn’t respond for a full minute. I wasn’t sure if I was being mean or not. I almost said sorry, when he messaged back.

You should see how much I cum after a good fucking.

lol

I typed back slower after that, as one hand scratched my balls through my underwear, rubbed my stomach, did everything except touch my cock. I gulped a dozen times as I read his more and more explicit messages. The kid was good with words. He must be an experienced seducer. 

He brought up his experience, and I asked about it. He kept his cards somewhat close to his chest.

I know what I want at least.

I wasn’t sure if he was mocking me for being flaky, or just expressing the berth of his background.

He told me enough. He had been with a few guys. Older than him, mostly. He said he preferred it that way. I asked why and he said older guys knew what they were doing, but also that it was just hotter. 

I don’t know what I’m doing. With a guy I mean, I noted.

I know, he replied, I’ll show you.

I got another hint of conscience, or shame, I don’t even know.

What happened in my apartment isn’t something I plan to repeat.

He replied quickly, Sure.

Just that. I almost laughed.

Maybe forty minutes into chatting, he randomly messaged me a ten digit number. He said it was easier to talk that way. I knew it also meant pictures, and videos.

I admit I caved quickly when I saw it. I tapped it and copied it and pasted it rapidly into my messages app.

Me: Hey

The bubbles popped up instantly.

Josh: Hey sexy

I hearted the message. I was giving in.

A pic came through along with a text, “me rn”. He was standing in his bathroom mirror in his underwear, a tight pair of boxer briefs hugging his hips and a half hard bulge perfectly framed, his face obscured like a typical gen-Z. He was sort of pretending not to flex while making his muscles look stellar.

Me: Looking ripped, bro

Josh: Show me you rn

I put my phone face down on my chest. I stared at the ceiling for a second. Then I picked it back up.

I sent a quick one back. Just my face, lying in bed. I didn't think I looked particularly good. I sent it before I could talk myself out of it.

He replied immediately: Hot.

I told myself that was it. We were just talking. This was just texting. Looking back, I don’t know how I kept up the denial this long. I was fully drowning in the kid’s magical male pheromones, even over the phone. I still didn’t think I’d go too far, but it was innocent enough at this point.

He sent another one. Same mirror, turned to the side, his boxer briefs still on but lower. I could see part of his butt. He had a better pose this time. He was more casual.

Me: That’s a good one.

My instinct was to add, “The girls will love it.” But I didn’t, obviously.

I set my phone down again. I thought about not responding. I thought about what it would look like if anyone ever went through my messages. I thought about Josh walking around in his dad's apartment, and Dave having absolutely no idea what his son was doing on his phone at midnight.

I picked it back up and sent one back. Shirt off, just my torso, flexing my pecs a little. Fair trade, I told myself. And that’s it.

He sent a pic in the same position in the mirror, but with the underwear gone. I stared at that one for a while. My body wouldn’t let me do anything but stare for a full minute. Once I had memorized every pixel of that gorgeous nude pics, I switched to another app, to clear my head a bit from this.

Then another notification came through. It wasn’t from Tinder. It was an email from the co-op board’s email account. I tapped it to read that I was getting fined for the door lock and the lack of a flower pot planter thing in my window. It was Dave just being a dick again for no reason. I shook my head and sighed.

“Fuck this guy,” I said out loud.

I switched back to the conversation with Josh. 

I pulled the blanket down over my body, pulled my dick out of my boxers, which was hard as a rock and pulsing in the air, and I sent a pic of the whole meaty thing.

He replied immediately with a 😍.

Me: You want this don’t you

Josh: Yeah

Me: Can your little hole take it though

He sent a pic, turned around and showing his ass, in a mirror in his room this time. It felt like I had walked in there with him, getting invited into his most private space, both his asshole and his bedroom.

I gazed at the pink hole, which didn’t have a single hair on it, and touched myself, admitting to myself what I was doing for the first time that night. I looked past his body at the messy bedroom, which was somehow just as much of a turn-on. I could smell the teen boy funk of it just from looking at it. This whole thing was so wrong, but I didn’t stop. I zoomed in on his ass with a double tap.

I had felt that ass in my hand. Looking at it on a screen was somehow worse, or better, I couldn't decide which. Either way it was raunchy, and this little fuck had turned me exactly how he wanted.

I took a short video of my hand rubbing my shaft. I didn’t even realize until after I sent it that a drop of pre-cum had appeared at the head of my dick.

He sent a video bent down further, wiggling his ass back and forth. I felt a rush of adrenaline. If this was wrong then fuck it, I’m a fucking bad dude. 

The gyatt on this dude moved like a girl’s, but with even more juice to it. His balls were sticking out instead of hanging down. They were big and round and jiggled with the rest of his body. The vid was short, and I watched it probably ten times with my hand moving on myself. I finally came out of my trance and texted him back.

Me: I wanna lick that thing

He responded fast: Can I cum for you

I sat there with that on my screen. I typed and deleted something twice.

Then I said it: Do it.

What he sent back I was not prepared for. I watched it with my mouth open and my phone shaking slightly in my hand and every part of my brain that was supposed to be telling me to stop had gone completely quiet.

A random toy I hadn’t even seen yet was shoved into his ass, and the whole dildo thing shifted twice, like his body was pulsing on the inside, before a heavy squirt of white cum shot out of his dick. There was so much volume that I could hear it land on the carpet below him. His hand slowed, milking out one more squirt with each pulse. His abs tensed, and I saw them glisten in the soft light from the phone. 

I didn’t even text back. I was already about to cum. I switched to camera mode just in time to catch myself squirting on my abs. I milked myself out slowly as the orgasm went on and on, longer than normal. After a few seconds I came down from the clouds, and hit send on the video before I even watched it. 

I watched his video one more time, trying to get it in before the post nut clarity set in. It hit differently. I wasn’t exactly ashamed anymore. It felt like a little vengeance against Dave at the same time as leaning into the coolest sexual opportunity that had come up for me in a long time.

I watched my own video back one time, and it was a strange surprise. I didn’t even realize I had muttered, “Josh” during my orgasm, and my exhales were much louder than I realized. I even groaned a little. I hadn’t been aware of any of that.

I didn’t get any response for a minute, so I assumed it was post-sext ghosting. It happens with girls too, sometimes. We both just mutually decide to drop our phones on the floor and go to sleep after we’ve both cum. Hearing nothing from him, I was about to do that when my phone buzzed one last time. I picked it up.

Josh: Thank you for that.

I chuckled at the wording, dropping the phone on my chest as I smiled at the ceiling. 

A minute later he texted again: Night strong neighbor man.

I didn't respond. I put my phone on the nightstand and closed my eyes, and I was asleep in seconds.