Robert had never done anything like this before.
He sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, heart racing faster than he expected. His thumb hovered over the last digit for Phone Sex Chatline, his nerves bouncing between fear, excitement, and something much deeper, curiosity.
He wasn’t gay. At least, he didn’t think he was.
But he’d caught himself staring too long in the locker room. Imagining things, he hadn’t admitted to anyone, not even himself. He didn’t want to be labeled. He just wanted to understand.
Just once, he thought. Just to talk to someone.
He took a breath and pressed the call button.
A few moments later, a deep, calm voice came through.
“Hey there. I’m Scott. Who’s this?”
Robert froze for a second. Then he cleared his throat. “Uh, Robert. I’m… new to this.”
Scott chuckled, low and smooth. “That’s alright, Robert. You don’t have to impress me. You just have to be honest.”
Robert exhaled. “Okay. I think I might be bi. I don’t know. I’ve never been with a guy. Never really talked to one like this either.”
“Mmm,” Scott murmured. “Well, I’m flattered. And I’m glad you called.”
There was a pause, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Scott’s voice carried reassurance.
“Want me to help you explore that a little?”
Robert’s voice was a whisper. “Yeah. I do.”
“Good,” Scott said. “Let’s start slow. What are you wearing right now?”
Robert looked down. “Boxers. T-shirt.”
“Are you hard?” Scott asked gently.
Robert hesitated, then laughed nervously. “I think I have been since you answered.”
Scott chuckled. “I love that. Take off your shirt. I want you to relax. This is just me and you. No judgment.”
Robert peeled off his shirt and lay back on the bed, the phone on the speaker beside him.
Scott’s voice dropped lower. “Now slide your hand down your stomach. Feel how your body responds. I want you to stroke yourself, slow, just the tip. Let me hear you breathe.”
Robert obeyed, moaning softly as he wrapped his hand around his length. His heart pounded, but it wasn’t fear anymore, it was desire.
“That’s it,” Scott said. “You sound good, Robert. You’ve got a sexy voice. Bet your cock feels amazing in your hand.”
“Yeah…” Robert’s breath was shaky. “I didn’t think it would feel this hot.”
“Imagine me next to you,” Scott whispered. “Lying beside you, watching you stroke. My hand on your thigh. My lips close to your neck.”
Robert’s hips bucked up into his fist.
“You ever think about a man’s mouth?” Scott asked.
Robert groaned. “Not like this. But now… yeah.”
“I’d start slow,” Scott said. “Lick the tip. Look you in the eye while I slide my mouth down over your cock. Wet. Warm. Taking you deep.”
“Fuck…” Robert gasped, stroking faster.
“Would you let me suck you, Robert? Would you put your hands in my hair and fuck my mouth?”
“Yes,” Robert moaned. “yes. I’d fuck your face so deep.”
Scott moaned softly in response. “That’s it. Talk to me. Let yourself go.”
Robert’s voice turned ragged. “I want to feel your mouth. I want to come in it.”
Scott’s breath hitched. “Do it. Stroke faster. Think of me kneeling between your legs, swallowing every drop.”
Robert let out a sharp cry as he came, hot and hard, moaning Scott’s name as pleasure ripped through him.
Silence followed, not awkward, but warm.
Scott’s voice was soft. “How do you feel?”
Robert chuckled, breathless. “Like I’ve been holding that in for years.”
“I’m glad you let it out,” Scott said. “You’re not alone in this. And you’re allowed to be curious.”
Robert smiled. “I think I needed this more than I realized.”
Scott paused, then added, “If you ever want to talk again… or more… I’ll be here.”
Robert nodded, even though Scott couldn’t see. “Yeah. I think I will.”