Phonin' Ain't Bonin'

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I am so sorry for this.

                Alex didn’t know what he was doing. Even as he dialed the number and pressed it to his ear, listened to the continuous ringing, he couldn’t figure out what he was doing. Okay, that’s a lie, he knew exactly what he was doing, he just couldn’t figure out why he was doing it. Alex was sat there, phone pressed snuggly between his head and shoulder, hands resting on his lap, waiting for the sex-line operator to pick up. It was stupid, he knew that, but he didn’t stop, didn’t hang up the phone before it was too late.

                The line clicked over, and there was a guy talking, “My name is J.”

                “Alex. I’m, uh, Al—You can call me Alex,” Alex blushed, mentally cursing himself out for being so nervous. He should just hang up, end the call before he does something permanently damaging to his relationship. He didn’t.

                The guy –J, was it? – chuckled softly. “Relax. I’m going to make you feel good, okay? No need to feel nervous.”

                The man’s voice was smooth, reminded Alex of velvet. His words worked, calming Alex down enough to where his breaths were no longer coming out in broken pants. Surely the erratic breathing was a sign that, hey, this is a bad idea, you’re doing something wrong. But still, Alex didn’t hang up.

                “Right, right. I’ll feel good. Yeah.”

                “Tell, me, Alex, what’s your wildest fantasy?” Alex had to think hard at that question, and really, when talking to a guy on a sex-line, are you supposed to think? Alex had an extremely vanilla sex life, wasn’t really into anything kinky. He had never stopped to think about what he would like to do some day, he was content with the sex he and Matt were having.

                “I don’t, uh, I don’t know.”

                “Okay, then, how about I tell you mine, huh? Would you like that?”

                “Mhmm.”

                “Right. I want you to imagine this, touch yourself while I talk, you hear me?” Alex didn’t reply, not really. He gave a simple grunt in response. Was he really going to touch himself? Get off from someone else’s words? Would that qualify as cheating? Alex decided that no, it wouldn’t be really be cheating. He unbuttoned his jeans, slipped them down his legs and let them drop to the floor. His boxers were next. When those were off, he resituated himself on the bed, lying down so his legs were spread apart. One hand held the phone to his ear, the other resting just below his belly button.

                “My fantasy is public sex—I love it, gets me going like nothing else. The thrill of possibly being caught, I guess. Do you like that, Alex?”

                “Yeah, yeah I do,” He hadn’t given it thought before, but now that he did, public sex did sound thrilling. He could definitely like that.

                “Good. Imagine this for me. We’re at a party—your boss’s wife’s birthday, something big where all of your coworkers are. We’re in the corner of the room. There’s not a lot of people around, everyone is at the front trying to suck up to your boss,” Alex doesn’t bother telling J that he doesn’t have a job, and therefore, has no boss. “I’m teasing you, whispering naughty things in your ear, telling you just what I want to do to you. I tell you I can’t wait to get home so I can bend you over a table and fuck you.”