Prologue

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(#37's Chat box

Stranger: Hey
You: Hi
Stranger: What's up?
You: Bored. You?
Stranger: Horny as fuck.
You: Damn. So what are you looking for?
Stranger: You.
You: I don't do meetups.
Stranger: Same. Saw your bio. That's why I messaged.
You: So you're down to jack off with me?
Stranger: Yeah.
You: No face?
Stranger: No face. Just cum.
You: 😏

He turned on the lamp, sat up, then got off the bed and walked to the mirror. His hair was messy, eyes half-closed, but his body was already reacting. He grabbed his phone again and opened the guy's profile.

Damn.

Ripped chest, thick arms, abs that begged to be touched, and that fucking V-line that led straight into his low-slung shorts. His dick twitched, waking up fast.

Ping.

A video call.

He answered.

The screen showed himself at first, half-hard in thin shorts, his phone pointed at the mirror. Then the other guy popped up—legs spread wide, just wearing tight trunks that barely hid the bulge underneath.

He bit his lip.
His hand slid down.

Fuck.

He couldn't stop staring, already imagining the monster behind that fabric.
The way it moved.
The way it'd feel if he got his hands on it.

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