Drunken Phone Sex with Kei

I lean my head over the bridge rail
And let many tears fall far down
To disrupt the surface of still river water

I guess I can thank the two
500 ML lemon chu-hi's for the emotional excess
Cheap and yet effective, that nasty spiked punch

As I am about to continue my pity party indoors
And declare the day a failure
I feel a telltale vibration against my leg

And who is it but Kei!?
Normally I am not so vulnerable
But my fingers quickly lock in a few needful words

Moments later, we are laughing on the phone
Both of us slightly intoxicated
Speaking half in Japanese and half in English

“Let's..get...married...tomorrow!”
I wheeze through my laughter.
Kei is laughing hard, too, but manages a “Ryokai!”

“Oh, Kei, I was so upset before you called!”
I tell him, as I fall back against my futon.
“Why?” he asks. And somehow it no longer matters.

Shifting to more important subjects I ask him,
“Do you still have your high school uniform?”
He laughs wickedly. He knows where this is going.

“Yeah, I do. What do you want with that?”
He asks me ever so coyly.
“Duh. I want to fuck you in it.” I state simply.

“ And what else?!” he prompts me.
“I would rather show than tell.” I say,
“But I think you won't be dissapointed.”

“Oh...you can do better than that!” he moans
I smile against the receiver. “If I say more,
we're going to have to have phone sex”

“Mondai nai yade!” he cries out.
I imagine he is already stroking on the other end.
His breath has been coming a bit hard.

“Well, Kei, first I want you on your knees.
Then I'm going to grab you by your long sissy hair
And force your cheek against my manko. Like that?”

“Oh, yeah. It smells so nice!”
I want to taste it!” he whines.
“No! You're a bad boy. You have to beg for it!”

“Oh, Sensei! Please let me eat your pussy!”
“Fine, but first you must be punished.”
“Oh, no! Sensei...don't spank me!”

“But I love how your ass looks when it's all red!”
“Really?! Ok. Then spank me hard, Sensei!”
“Oh, don't you worry! That won't be a problem!”

“I want you to loosen your tie,” I say.
“And drop your pants. And I want you to undo
Your bottom four buttons. But leave the shirt on.”

“Hai, Sensei!” he says through a moan.
“Now lean over that desk so I can see your ass!”
“Un, hai!” he grunts, starting to lose himself.

“Are you hard?” I ask him huskily
“Ohhh...yes, Sensei. I want you so bad!”
“How does this spanking feel, you naughty boy?”

“Itai!!!” he cries, “oh, but I'm still so hard!”
Then suddenly he drops the facade to say:
“Oh, this is too hot! I'm coming! Ahhh...!!”

So I listen to the beautiful throes of his climax
Even as I find my own shortly after
“Now, just wait for the real thing,” I tell him.

“Just. Wait."