Robert didn’t even hesitate this time.
It was barely a week since that first call, but he’d replayed it a dozen times, Scott’s voice, his words, the way he guided him right to the edge and over it like he’d known his body better than Robert knew himself.
This time, when he called, Phone Sex Chatline, he didn’t think.
He just called.
And when that familiar, deep voice answered, Robert felt the same surge of heat rise in his chest.
“Well, well,” Scott said, voice smooth as ever. “Look who came back.”
Robert grinned. “You surprised?”
“No,” Scott said. “You sounded like a man who wanted more.”
Robert’s tone was low, confident. “I haven’t stopped thinking about your mouth.”
Scott exhaled sharply. “Fuck, that’s hot. What are you thinking tonight, Robert?
Robert was already naked, the lights low, lying on his back with his phone on speaker beside him. “I want to take it further. I want to hear everything. I want you to make me feel it.”
Scott’s voice dipped an octave. “You want me to fuck you with words?”
“Yes.”
Scott paused, then said slowly, “Get a little lube. Just your fingers to start.”
Robert’s cock twitched at the command. “Already have it.”
“Good boy,” Scott said. “I want you to get two fingers nice and slick. Let them slide over your hole, slow circles. Tease yourself.”
Robert moaned as he obeyed, the cool glide of lube making his breath catch.
“Feels strange,” he whispered. “But good. Really good.”
“Don’t rush,” Scott murmured. “Let me talk you through it. Just one finger. Press inside. Breathe.”
Robert pushed in, slow and careful. The tightness made him tremble, but the heat, the sense of surrender, made his toes curl.
“Yeah,” Scott said. “Imagine it’s my tongue first. Warm. Soft. Licking your hole. Getting you ready.”
“Fuck…” Robert groaned.
“Then I slide up,” Scott continued. “Lick the underside of your cock. Suck your balls. I want to taste every inch of you.”
Robert worked his finger deeper, hips rocking slightly, cock twitching with each stroke.
Scott’s voice thickened. “Now slide a second finger in. Stretch yourself for me.”
Robert moaned, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. “Scott, I love it, it feels so good.”
“Stroke your cock while you fuck yourself,” Scott growled. “Imagine me kneeling between your legs, jerking you off while I finger your ass. Tongue in your mouth. Hand around your throat.”
Robert’s back arched. “I’m close. So close,”
“Wait,” Scott commanded. “Slow down. Edge for me. You’re not allowed to come until I say.”
Robert whimpered, his fist tightening around his shaft. “Please…”
Scott’s voice was molten. “I’d slide my cock between your cheeks. Rub the tip against your hole. Push in slow. Feel your body stretch around me.”
Robert groaned. “Fuck, yes. I want that. I want you inside me.”
“I’d fuck you deep,” Scott said. “Hold your hips and take my time. Let you feel everything. The burn. The stretch. The fullness.”
Robert’s body was trembling. He was drenched in sweat, his fingers still inside, his cock leaking.
“Now,” Scott growled. “Come. Stroke faster. Show me how bad you wanted it.”
Robert exploded, moaning Scott’s name as hot cum shot across his stomach. He kept stroking, kept moaning, hips twitching, fingers buried deep until the waves finally stopped.
Then came the silence.
Heavy. Intimate. Safe.
Scott spoke first. “You okay?”
Robert exhaled, his voice soft and wrecked. “Better than okay. I think I know who I am a little better now.”
“I’m glad,” Scott said. “You sounded incredible. And you felt real. That matters.”
Robert smiled to himself.
“Same time next week?” he asked.
Scott chuckled. “You better not make me wait that long.”