Page 101 of Playing By Ear

“Are you getting close?” Jamie’s voice was still raw with desire, but Perry sensed he was also subtly suggesting that things move along.

“Erm…” His thighs were nearly in a cramp, begging for a new position.

“Tell me, Perry. Tell the world.”

“Getting close. Need more.” Perry arched his back, altering the angle a wee bit. “Oh, that’s it.” Not quite it, actually, but better.

“Show me,” Jamie said. “Take that beautiful cock in your hand and pump it.”

A tricky maneuver. To stroke himself, he’d need to balance on one hand and both knees while still thrusting his hips. He could topple over, looking an idiot and maybe even hurting himself.

Instead he straightened up, to stretch his aching quads and give the viewers a better look. As he rose up onto his knees, the dildo slanted inside him, producing a pain-coated pleasure that made his eyes cross.

“All right?” Jamie asked.

“Yeah…” Perry reached back and grabbed the top of the wooden headboard with his left hand, fully displaying himself. So far so good.

“For what it’s worth, that looks amazing.”

Perry’s first strokes confirmed that though still rock hard, he was nowhere near orgasm. “Tell me what you think of this.” He was talking to Jamie, but his viewers would assume he was addressing them.

“I think…” Jamie trailed off with an awed whisper. “I think you’re wonderful.”

Well. Perry paused at this unexpected display of emotion.

“I think what you do is incredible,” Jamie continued, “and not because you’re gorgeous and hung like a stallion. You’re a brave man to share yourself in so many ways.”

Perry began again, more slowly, rotating his hips in what he hoped was a hypnotic rhythm. “Tell me more.”

“Every day since—…I count m—…stars to…” Jamie’s voice flickered as the connection dropped in and out “…you.”

Perry tilted his head to convey he’d not heard all of Jamie’s words.

“And…utterly falling…you.”

Oh.

“…hear me?” Jamie asked.

Perry shook his head slowly, hoping he appeared amazed at how good this felt rather than confused at the technical difficulties.

“Okay…probabl—…Wi-Fi…Gimme a—…fix it.”

So Perry was on his own for a bit, but he was used to that. He’d come this far, as it were, without assistance.

He focused on his tight, slick foreskin sliding over his cock and the ridges of the dildo plundering his arse. Then, with a slightly adjusted stance requiring all his core strength, he managed to get the latex head stroking the swollen curve of his prostate.

“Ah…oh yeah.” Perry shut his eyes, lost in sensation. “Please…oh God.”

There was a slight crackle in his earpiece. “Okay, I’m back. How are you⁠—”

“Shhh!”

“Sorry,” Jamie whispered.

Perry stroked faster, ground harder, grasping for lost momentum.

When he finally came, his cry held more relief than triumph. His head tilted back, and he gazed with gratitude at the bright, blank ceiling.