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“Tell me what you’re doing, Channon.”
The command slid into him, forcing compliance. Channon licked his lips. “Just holding it. Just…squeezing a bit.”
“Slide your foreskin over the head. Jerk off with it.”
Channon did as he was told, feeling himself thicken. “I’m…I’m doing it, Sir. I’m getting hard.” It was so easy to get hard when Jack told him what to do.
Now Jack said, “Is it good?”
“Yeah, but…” Channon teased himself, fingering the underside of the head through his foreskin. “Not like when you do it.”
“Maybe you need lube,” Jack suggested. “There’s some in your toiletries bag.”
Channon sat up, feeling restless and surreal. There was lube in his toiletries bag. “Got it, Sir,” he said.
“You know what to do.”
Channon tucked the phone into his shoulder and was about to lie down when he hesitated. This might get messy. At home that wasn’t such a problem, but this was a hotel. People had to clean up after him. Self-consciously, he grabbed a towel and spread it out.
“Ready, Sir.”
“Describe it to me.”
Channon exhaled, closing his eyes. “I’m lying on my back, on a towel, on top of the bed covers. Naked. I’ve got the lube and, and I’m hard, Sir. I wish you were here,” he added for the sake of honesty.
Jack made a soft, pleased sound. “Oh, I bet you do, sweetheart. But you’re going to have to make the best of it. I want you to lube up.”
“My dick? Or…”
“Or?” Jack prompted, clearly enjoying himself.
Of course he wanted to make Channon say it. “My asshole.”
“Both,” Jack said firmly. “Jerk yourself off and get your fingers inside. Tell me how it feels.”
The door was locked, right? Channon resisted the urge to get up and check it. It was self-locking. He was pretty sure. “Yes, Sir,” he said.
He squeezed lube onto his fingers and slid them over himself. The lube was cool but warmed quickly. It had that familiar scent, the one that made him think of Jack. He confessed this as he slicked up his cock, moving his hand slowly.
Jack chuckled. “I smell like lube?”
“Lube smells like you,” Channon said. “Like…you’re the reason I need it.”
“Mmm, I am. How’s your hole?”
Channon slipped a hand down to stroke a finger between his cheeks. “Tight.”
“Shy?”
“Maybe.” He teased himself with a fingertip. “I…I need a sec.”
“Take your time, sweetheart. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m touching it.” The first inch of finger slid in without resistance. Then he had to ease it deeper, and the angle was difficult. “I’m in past, uh, the first knuckle.”
“Good boy,” Jack murmured. “Keep going.”
Channon fingered himself, one hand moving shakily over his cock, listening to Jack’s breathing over the phone. Was Jack jerking off? Channon thought not. He wondered if Jack liked what he was hearing.
