Just a Game Ch. 02

Pete's phone scarcely left his hand all day. He knew he probably wouldn't get any more naughty texts during daylight hours, but hope sprung eternal. He did receive several picture messages, which initially got his heart racing and cock twitching, but turned out to be just regular con photos. Dean actually did send him the kind of photos he'd asked for yesterday, namely good-looking women in sexy costumes. He even sent one of himself flanked by two other Sailor Moons, both appearing to be authentic females.

Pete replied: [Ur still the hottest one]

[<3]

[Yunno that actually looks more like a ballsack than a heart or even ass]

[LOL, either way the sentiment stands! <3]

[I ballsack u 2 man]

[lololol.... ;) Panel time g2g!]

Pete wasted the rest of his day, unable to focus on anything. It was past eleven when Dean texted him again.

[Didn't win anything in the costume contest, damn. Lots of ppl wanted photos though. We had fun.]

[Glad it was fun u alone?]

[LOL down to business hey? Soon. Gimme like 10 min, maybe 15.]

[K]

Pete got ready for bed and settled in, stripped naked already and with the lube at his side. With how much he was using it lately he supposed he'd owe Dean a new bottle soon.

It was almost twenty minutes before he heard from Dean again.

[Sorry hold on, roommates hanging around...]

[They gonna leave?]

[They're discussing. I'm trying to subtly urge them to go to the pub again without it being obvious I'm trying to get rid of them lol.]

Pete settled back on his pillow with an impatient sigh. He started leisurely stroking his burgeoning erection, now and then gently squeezing and tugging his balls. He let out a little moan when his phone bleeped. The text notification was starting to be a turn-on in itself. Pete held his breath as he checked the message.

[They're going. 2 min at most. Horny?]

[VERY]

[Prove it.]

Pete grinned as he snapped a quick picture of his cock and sent it.

[Love ur cock Pete. Looks yummy!!]

[Can't wait to see urs sailor]

[Soon ;) Gotta be discreet for now lol! Hard enough to hide the tentpole.]

[Hard lol]

[Grow up! :P]

[Nahh]

A few minutes later, Pete received a request for a video call. His heart thundered. He felt lightheaded. His thumb hovered over the 'ANSWER' and 'IGNORE' commands. The notification kept chiming at him insistently. Finally he made a snap decision and hit 'IGNORE'.

The text came from Dean a couple of minutes later: [?........]

Pete breathed hard. [Sorry man not ready for that I guess]

[I'm confused...]

Pete wracked his brain for an explanation. [To much to fast I guess?]

[*too (sorry)... Well we've done stuff in person.]

Pete fumbled with his phone, starting a reply a few times and then deleting it. Finally Dean texted again.

[OMG. You're not wearing a shirt are you?]

[Um no]

[That's why isn't it? LOL ur still shy!]

Pete chewed on his bottom lip. He had to admit, that was at least a large part of it. [I'm crazy so sue me]

[Crazy, sure... but cute. I'd rather suck you.]

Pete grinned. [Now that I'd be ok with, wish u were here]

[Me too. Tomorrow I will, promise. Suck you off real good--your cock, my mouth, start to finish, no interruptions. I remember the taste of you... mmm yeah, so good.]

[Sailor Cumslut]

[LOL yeah pretty much!]

[Will u wear that costume when u blow me?]

[If that's what you want. I'm your fucktoy to play with, remember. I'll wear anything. I mean it.]

Pete started masturbating enthusiastically. [Duck yah!!]

[LOL wha??]

[FUCK lol I meant fuck goddamn autocorrect]

[Lololololol...... duck me baby!]

[Ha, so. Um u alone yet?]

After a couple of minutes, Pete received a picture supporting an affirmative answer. Dean had positioned himself with his nether region facing the large mirrored closet door in his hotel room. His legs were splayed wide apart, red boots high in the air, though mostly out of frame, and everything beneath his skirt was displayed in spectacular focus. His taut erection neatly flipped up the short skirt, and the hand that wasn't holding his phone was cradling his balls.

Pete swore aloud and texted unintelligibly: [Fffffffff]

[You like that huh? :)]

[YES YES YES]

[Send me something!!]

Pete was less creative, but he had plenty of precum now oozing from the tip of his cock--he touched it with the tip of his middle finger and raised it half an inch, drawing up a clear, gleaming strand, and managed to snap a decent photo.

Dean texted back before too long. [I have never wanted to lick anything more in my life.]

[I want ur mouth on me so bad with lipstick really red whorish lipstick]

[You got it, I will make this happen, promise! Pete you ever done anyone in the ass before?]

[Tried once chick hated it, u ever had cock up ur ass?]

[No never done stuff with a guy before, but sometimes I put things up there, fingers or a plug, really like the feeling.]

[Pic?]

[As you wish--gimme 1 min to find some lotion or something.]

Pete's heart pounded as he waited. He wasn't one hundred percent sure he actually wanted to see Dean sticking something up his backdoor, but he felt deliciously out of control again, practically floating. When the picture arrived, he held his breath. There was a photo, similar to Dean's previous, facing the mirrored closet door with his boots in the air. This time he was splayed even wider, and his behind was propped up with a pillow to give a better view of his hastily lubricated asshole, into which two of his fingers had entirely disappeared.

Pete gasped. The visual was as unexpectedly sexy as Dean in a miniskirt and makeup had been. [Yes fuck yes hotttt]

[Feels real good... a cock would feel better though. ;)]

[Yah one of these days my cock I'll shove it right up their like a pussy fuck u real good]

[*there]

Pete's fist paused its frantic pumping on his cock. [Fuck u]

[Yes please. ;)]

[Stop correcting my spelling ur killing the mood]

[What if bad spelling kills my mood?]

[Tough! Srsly tho can u focus?]

[Okay stud, I'll try to think about your gorgeous cock instead of your sloppy spelling. More pics would help with that. ;)]

Pete wanted to send him something tempting, but he wasn't as original as Dean. He sent a shot taken at a different angle than the last so his cock and balls were fully in view. [K gorgeous cock just for u sailor]

Dean didn't reply for several minutes, and once again Pete was seized with the paranoia he was being played, and Dean was going to show these pictures to his friends so they could laugh about what a perverted freak his roommate was. He told himself Dean was probably just focusing on wanking like crazy, and while fingering himself he wouldn't have a hand free to text.

Finally Dean's reply came, with a photo of his partially-deflated cock in his hand, liberally doused with his fluids, indicating that Pete's latter thoughts had been correct. [Mmmmm thank you, I came so hard thinking about that up my ass I thought I was gonna pass out!!]

Pete relaxed and smiled at the photo. He typed with one hand while he squeezed and tugged his tool with the other. [Wow man... ur so dirty I love it!! Totally gonna own ur ass one of these days but first ur gonna blow me like a good slut then I'll watch u jerk while fingering urself and I wanna watch ur face while u cum!!!]

[Ahhhh shit you'll make me hard all over again!! ;)]

[Hope so k putting phone down now to beat off proper]

[Haha okay have fun!!! Think about my sweet whore mouth all over your junk. <3<3<3]

Pete did so. He thought of exactly that. Red lipstick, and Dean's ass in the air as he bent over him. He imagined that little skirt flipping down just enough to reveal the twin curves of that perfect ass. Even better--Pete would position himself so that he could see Dean's ass in the mirror. He could look down and watch Dean's sweet whore mouth bobbing up and down on his cock, and then he could look beyond and catch a glimpse of those luscious round cheeks in the glass. Maybe Dean would reach back and insert a finger or two up his asshole, just to show off.

"Fffffuck!" Pete groaned, and released explosively, digging his heels into the mattress and thrusting into that imagined mouth for all he was worth.

When he managed to overcome the resulting temporary paralysis and regain control of his breathing and heart rate, Pete took a photo of the mess he'd made and sent it off to Dean. He shut his eyes and relaxed until he heard the notification of a reply.

[Ooohh looks like a good one! ;) Wish I could help clean that up. Fun??]

Pete grinned and quickly texted back: [OMG one of my best and only getting better when ur here to service me cant wait!!!]

[I'm really psyched. This has been... the most incredible weekend. And only a little bit of it was the con. When I'm on my way home tomorrow I'll stop for provisions--condoms lube etc. And of course lipstick. The reddest, sluttiest lipstick I can find.]

[Fuck yes pls!! Missy is driving tho rite?]

[Yeah... I'll tell her I'm out of Reactine or something, lol. She won't mind stopping at a drug store I hope. She won't have to see what I'm buying.]

Pete chewed on his lip. Paranoia was setting in again, and he was starting to envision various ways in which people might find out about this increasingly intense game they were playing. [What if she wants to come in with u, what if she wants tampons or shampoo or some shit???]

[I'll figure it out. Don't worry, I got this. Complete discretion, I promise. I won't let anyone find out. You can trust me, Pete. <3]

Pete stared at this message for a little while and finally chuckled, his anxiety mostly melting away. [Ballsack back at u. :P Ok dean thx!!]

[I'm gonna shower and turn in. Tomorrow Pete... tomorrow....!!!]

[YAH! Tomorrow!! Nite sailor]

There was a pause, and Dean sent one more photo. It was simply a selfie--he was winking at the screen and flashing a cute, lopsided grin. Pete chuckled. He started several awkward replies and deleted them all before finally responding in kind. He wasn't generally comfortable taking selfies, but if he could trust Dean with his cock, he supposed he could trust him with his face. He winked back at Dean and sent the photo. He waited to see if he'd get a reaction. It was an odd feeling. He already knew Dean had been into him for a while, but now he really wanted Dean's approval of his appearance. He was not disappointed.

[Aw...... :) :) :) Pete I think you're really cute... I hope that isn't weird of me.]

Pete chuckled again, surprised by the rush of pleasant emotion that he derived from Dean's reply. It was a difficult thing to admit. [All the shit u sent me this weekend and u think that's weird??]

[Well it could be... getting off is getting off right? But really liking someone... being attracted to them... I dunno. X( I'm always worried I'm gonna freak you out again.]

Pete licked his lips. Dean had a point. He had reacted badly in the past, and said some unkind things. [Sorry about the way I was before, really I mean it after all this I think I'm done being freaked out by u!]

[<3<3<3 So many ballsacks LOL... I'm smiling so much right now!!]

[Cant wait to see u will be so epic!]

[You bet Petey. ;) Nite!!!]

Pete wasn't sure how he felt about "Petey". He'd never let anyone call him that before. Still, he liked the idea of Dean having a nickname for him that no one else was allowed to use. He let it be. [Nite ;)]

With a long sigh, Pete finally set his phone aside to charge and went to wash up. He fell asleep that night with a wide smile on his face.