Callum was bored and lonely, and he hated that Jack lived in New York. He thought he knew what he was getting himself into with the whole online thing, but he’d very quickly developed unexpected feelings for Jack that had blossomed into the strongest lust he’d ever known and then some.

Soon after Jack had bought him the laptop last month, Callum had given up the notion of Jack being a secret axe murderer and just given the man his address. As a result, there were many days he woke up and found packages sitting on his porch that he’d never ordered.

Jack was nothing if not generous with his money and he actively displayed a strong affinity for buying Callum things to put inside of him. Not that Callum minded; he just missed the feel of an actual dick. He wanted to know more about the feel of Jack’s dick, specifically if that broad vein that ran the length of his shaft would beat against Callum’s inner muscles when he came.

The most recent delivery was unexpected to say the least. Callum sat cross-legged on his bed with the box on his lap while he waited for Jack to answer the Skype call.

“Kitten.” Jack’s voice echoed through the speaker of Callum’s laptop before his face came into focus. “Did you get your gift?”

“Daddy,” Callum sputtered. “Is this?”

“It is.”

Callum looked down at the beigey-pink colored dildo in his hand and he turned it in his palm, taking note of a prominent vein that looked very familiar to him. He twisted a knob at the base of the toy and it sprang to life, vibrating against his fingers. He turned it off and looked at Jack’s face.

“You stuck your dick in one of those molds to make me a bespoke dildo?”

“It’s the best I can do for now. What do you think?”

“I think when we meet in real life you’re gonna split me in half is what I think.”

Callum wrapped his hand around the thickest part of the toy, his fingers touching, just barely. Jack was endowed, and Callum was now even more angry about all the states separating California and New York.

“I want to watch you fuck yourself with my dick, kitten,” Jack told him.

“You’ll tell me how?” Callum kicked his briefs down and reached for the lube he kept on the bedside table.

“I will, kitten. But don’t use your lube. There’s some in the box.”

Callum stuck his hand in the box and dug around, producing a small black bottle. He held it in front of the camera and Jack nodded at him.

“Why this one?” Callum asked him, picking the foil seal off the top of the bottle and screwing the lid back on.

“It’s sensitizing.”

Callum fumbled the bottle.

“Sensitizing,” he repeated.

“The toy may be a match to me size wise, but it won’t ever make you feel as good as I can. This will help,” Jack assured him.

Callum’s cock thickened between his legs, and he nodded. Jack was watching him intently, eyes focused on his face.

“Well,” Callum whispered. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

“Slide the laptop down the bed and lay flat on your back. That’s how I’m going to take you for the first time.”

“I hate when you say things like that,” Callum grumbled, arranging himself as requested.

“Why?”

“Because it’s never going to happen,” Callum blurted, admitting his deepest fear at the most inopportune time. His feelings for Jack had developed swiftly over the past weeks and he strongly regretted the online only disclaimer he’d put in his profile.

“Callum.”

“Never mind, it’s fine,” he lamented with a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Did you want to meet in person?”

“I wouldn’t be against it,” Callum mumbled.

“It’s hard for me to get time off with work right now,” Jack said softly.

“I can get time off.”

“But I’d be working all the time, and if we ever meet, I have plans for you.”

“I love and hate when you say shit like that.” Callum held the dildo in his hand and traced the vein with the tip of his finger. “I want to lick this vein so fucking bad.”

Jack looked hesitant about the abrupt change in subject, but spoke, “Show Daddy what you’d do.”

Callum leaned up so Jack could see his face on the camera and licked the length of the toy with the flat of his tongue before hollowing his mouth out around the tip and angling it down his throat like he was a sword swallower.

“Holy fuck,” Jack said with a groan as Callum’s lips sealed around the rough silicone base of the toy.

Callum pulled it out of his mouth, a trail of spit dribbling down his chin.

“Put some of that lube on your fingers and tease your hole,” Jack instructed.

Callum did, rubbing the slippery pads of his fingers against his ass, the lube already feeling cool and tingly against his nerves.

“Push them inside.”

Callum did, the cool sensation turning warm, setting his muscles on fire with a teasingly decadent pain. He gasped and pushed in to the knuckles.

“How does it feel?” Jack asked him, his own cock in hand on the screen now.

“Electric,” Callum rasped.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers, kitten. Rub up on your prostate for Daddy and let me hear those beautiful moans you make.”

Callum pushed his fingers deeper, angling for the soft bundle of nerves deep inside of him. His middle finger connected, sending a shockwave through his body. He bucked off the bed and moaned, his voice a raspy and low sounding purr.

“Good boy,” Jack affirmed. “Now lube up my cock and put it inside you.”

How long had Callum longed to hear those words in his ear? Had it only been two months since he’d started talking with Jack? Two months of desperate fantasizing and early morning jack off chats, and those words were as sweet as honey to his ears. He closed his eyes and fisted the dildo in his hand, slicking it with the special lube.

“The first time I fuck you, it’ll be nice and slow. Put my cock inside of you just like that.”

Callum notched the tip of the toy against his ass and pushed the flared tip against his tight muscles. He teased himself when he was met with resistance, but stopped when he heard a disapproving sound come from the computer.

“I wouldn’t tease you yet, kitten. That comes later. Right now you owe me one long, slow slide home.”

Callum thumped his head onto his pillow and breached his tight ring of muscle, pushing the entire length of the toy inside himself with one thrust. His jaw fell slack, the length and girth of the toy—of Jack’s cock stretching him in unfamiliar ways.

“How does that feel, kitten?”

“Intense,” Callum whimpered.

“Now twist the knob and turn it on,” Jack told him, “and pull it all the way out, then push back in just like you did.”

Callum twisted the knob, the cock vibrating to life inside of him. He pulled it all the way out, his muscles tensing and relaxing as the toy exited, then pushed back inside. He flattened his feet on the mattress and arched off the sheets.

“I bet it’s so hot inside of you. I bet you’d hold my cock so tight,” Jack grunted.

“So tight, Daddy.”

Callum was desperate for motion. He felt like a virgin again, adjusting to that burn and stretch for the first time.

“Fuck yourself with my cock, kitten. Short and quick pumps.”

Callum did as he was told, keeping the majority of the cock seated inside his ass, only pulling out enough to drag against his spot with every insertion. The sensitizing lube was licking fire through every nerve in his body.

Callum writhed against the sheets, his muscles trembling as he fought back his orgasm.

“I’ll never get tired of how beautiful you look before you come,” Jack said.

“Can I?” Callum begged.

“Yes, baby. Use my cock to get yourself off.”

Callum fucked himself with the toy, continuing the short and urgent pumps Jack had told him to start with. He bucked up with a cry, his cock releasing spurts of cum against his belly. He’d come hands-free, the toy modeled after Jack’s cock had nailed his prostate with every single slide and sent him over the edge faster than he could ever remember.

Callum pulled the toy out and leaned up to see the screen on his laptop just in time to watch Jack’s cock shoot cum up across his chest. His head angled back and eyes closed, Callum thought he looked as though he were in heaven. Callum folded his body forward so he was on his knees, his eyes eating up the scene on his computer screen.

Jack looked down, his eyes focusing back on Callum’s face. He smiled.

“You’re so sexy. I can’t believe my luck.” Jack wiped his hair off his forehead.

“If not now, when?” Callum asked, returning to his earlier line of questioning.

“Kitten,” Jack bartered.

“I’m sorry, but I need to know. This is real, isn’t it?” Callum tapped his chest for emphasis. Jack repeated the touch in New York.

“It’s real.”

“Then when?”

“I don’t know.”

“If this is real, then make plans with me. Set a time. Pick a date. You see your friends for brunch, you make plans with them. Why not me?”

Callum knew he was acting like a petulant brat, but this was hard. Things with Jack had started as fun, the miles between them convenient, but now it was agony. It seemed like Jack was developing the same kind of feelings, that he wanted to meet, too, but hung on to this stupid resistance.

“August.”

“Three months?”

“I’m booked solid until then, but I can put in a couple days in August, okay?”

“Really?” Callum smiled and took a short breath, excited at the prospect of meeting Jack in person. Three months was a long time, but it was a goal he could reach.

“Really,” Jack confirmed.

“Do you want to come here?” Callum asked, feeling particularly giddy from this new development.

“I have some other friends in LA; it couldn’t hurt for me to make a trip out there.”

Callum’s face fell.

“But I’m coming to see you. Callum, look at me.”

Callum looked at the screen. Jack’s head was tilted and a reassuring smile danced across his lips.

“If I see my friends, great. If not, they won’t even know I was there. The next time I come to California will be for you.”

“You’re really gonna come?”

“I’ll really come, and then I’ll come,” Jack said with a suggestive lift of his eyebrows.

Callum groaned. “Oh, my God, you’re my Daddy not my dad. Ease up on the bad jokes.”

Jack barked out a laugh and reached his hand toward the screen.

“What are you doing?” Callum asked.

“Touching you,” Jack answered with a small, sad smile. “This is real, Callum, and I am serious about you.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“What for?”

“I didn’t mean for things to get this serious.” Callum chuckled.

“Were your plans to just use me for some video sex?” Jack laughed.

“No, I mean, I didn’t think anything could be serious online like it is with us. I wasn’t expecting you. I feel like if you’d have known it would go this way, maybe you would rather have not talked to me in the first place.”

Another fear, out in the open.

“I never expected it to go this way because nothing’s ever gone this way. I wasn’t expecting you because I never knew I was missing you. But here you are, kitten, and I would never go back.” Jack’s words rang as clear as a bell.

Callum closed his eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed with the weight and honesty of Jack’s confession. It sounded a little bit like…

It sounded like something Callum was ready to hear.