Queer as Muke

1.9.1 Daddy Dearest (Sonny Boy)

Corey wanks himself off slowly with his left hand as he types with his right, low moans coming out of his mouth. Shifting about in his seat, he stretches out his legs feeling the build up start in his toes, jerking his hips up into his hand.

He's in the middle of a conversation with UseMyHole27, a username that he's been conversing with, and masterbating over, for some time now.

"Oh fuck!" He moans and types at the same time just before he cums, aiming specifically so that his computer keyboard doesn't get splashed.

Wiping himself up, he freezes as words appear on the chat screen 'When can we hook up for real?'

"Hook up for real?" He blurts out loud, eyes wide on the screen, astounded that UseMyHole27 would even ask such a question.

Pressing the escape button on the site as fast as he can, he looks at the now blank screen in silence, confusion and hurt etched on his face. Now who does he wank to?

~~~

"Would you just shoot?" Michael asks, leaning over in his leather jacket, his long legs stretched to their fullest as he grips the table looking smouldering.

"Pool is a game of precision and science. It involves intricate eye-hand co-ordination, geometry, gravity..." Sam rattles the list off as he lines up the shot before annoying everyone by stopping and chalking his pool cue yet another time, "...Molecular density..."

"It's a fucking ball and stick!" Michael hisses as he swipes the ball Sam's aiming for just before he takes the shot, making Calum snigger and Sam glare at him. "Will you take the shot Cal?"

"I can't, I'm going to meet Stephen."

"Why doesn't he ever meet you here?"

Calum shrugs, "Um, because he doesn't like my friends..."

"I don't like your friends!" Sam agrees, looking at Michael pointedly who just rolls his eyes and gets up from his perch on the edge of the pool table.

"What about his friends, doesn't he have any?" Michael asks, going to the bar just behind them.

"Hey, I sunk one!" Sam crows behind him, turning around with a big grin on his face to look to see who saw him.

"You're stripes..." Michael reminds Sam in a bored voice, knowing without even looking that he's just potted the wrong ball.

Sam looks back to the table, realising that Michael's right, damn him. "Fuck!"

"Yeah! Sure he has friends!"

"Have you ever met any?" Michael asks.

"No..."

"Maybe he doesn't want you to," Michael suggests, throwing it out there.

"Hey there!" Luke wanders up, already with a drink in his hands, grinning at finding everyone.

"Well, at least his friends are his own age," Calum points out, looking at Luke before cocking his head at Michael knowingly.

"What are you doing here? I thought it was a school night?" Michael asks, not unkindly.

Luke shrugs, "You're here," he points out.

"I'm a grown up," Michael tells him in a sing song voice, waving his beer bottle at Luke as evidence.

Luke's dismissive, "Barely."

"Go home!" Michael tells him, a smirk beginning to twitch at the edges of his mouth.

"Noooooooo," Luke mouths to him wide-eyed, shaking his head. He takes a Durex out of his back pocket, placing it between his teeth before waving goodbye with a grin on his face.