Page 6 of Learn Your Limits

Chapter six

Emiliano

How much of a dirty old man would I be if I were to text Cal with one hand and wrap the other around my hardening cock?

No, no. I’ll wait. There’s something delicious in the torturous delay between messages and the hopping around conversation subjects. I’m invested in the conversation, in him. And I can always bring myself release before I head off to bed.

With some effort, I manage to stray my eyes away from Cal’s messages to check the time at the top of my phone.

It’s getting late. Not so late that I would fall asleep during our conversation, but late enough to consider starting my night routine.

I’d rather not, though. My thoughts, actions, and desires are all centered around Cal right now.

I’ll stay up late just to get a couple more texts from this young man who keeps surprising me.

JustMilo: Oh? And how did your body react? I’m dying to know, Cal.

JustMilo: What turns me on? Well, currently... It's you. I’ve got the attention of a young thing like you. A young thing who is eager for me to take control. That definitely beats any other fantasy I can think of right now.

JustMilo: Thank you, Cal. I’ll make sure to look up a few of those and add them to my leisure reading.

As I’m waiting for his reply, I take a moment to open the notes app on my phone to copy the list of books Cal suggested and finish the rest of my wine and cheese.

CallMeCal: My briefs are getting suffocatingly tight.

CallMeCal: Knowing that you’re potentially just as turned on as I am... Well, let’s just say my hand is seeming pretty tempting right about now.

CallMeCal: I’ve uh... I’ve never done this before.

CallMeCal: I don’t want to say the wrong thing, but fuck, Milo. I want you, and that feels crazy to say, because I don’t even really know you.

The temptation to palm my cock for an ounce of relief screams out to me. But again, I refrain. From reading Cal’s texts, it seems like he might have some issues with patience. Not that I mind. I truly meant it when I said eagerness is an attractive quality to me.

Pocketing my phone for a moment, I take the time to walk over and give a quick rinse to my dishes before putting them into the dishwasher.

I won’t lie, I also need a moment to breathe and feel the cool stone of the counter underneath my fingers to help ground me.

I’m not a man who feels as though he’s not in control very often, but fuck, even this early on with Cal, I’m struggling to keep my composure.

I don’t want him to believe I’m ignoring him because that’s the furthest thing from the truth.

Choosing to lean against the counter and respond from the kitchen is my compromise. I fear I might get a little too comfortable responding from my bed.

After another few moments of thought, I type out my responses back to him. I may seem desperate and a bit demanding, but this connection is not something I’m willing to jeopardize and much less have him regret if things move too quickly.

JustMilo: I’m having a hard time fighting the temptation to palm myself as I text you, but I’m going to ask that you keep your hands off your cock, Cal.

JustMilo: There is no reason for you to listen to me, but I’d like to think that you would. That you’d be a good boy for me.

JustMilo: Trust me, I want you too, but you are too fascinating to me to have this be nothing more than a mutual masturbation session.

JustMilo: So, while we both have hard-ons... I’d like you to tell me about what you did today.

I know he’s new. Whether that means he’s just new to dating apps or being with men in general, I am going to tread lightly with him.

CallMeCal: Fuck. Fine, I’ll be good. But only because I know you’re struggling just as much as I am.

CallMeCal: There’s no way that what I did today is more interesting than the direction our conversation was headed, but okay, I’ll bite.

CallMeCal: Today was fairly uneventful. I finalized my schedule for the upcoming semester, hung out with my roommates for a bit, and honestly, spent most of the day working on this...

CallMeCal: [attached image]

I bite at the thumb of my free hand absentmindedly as I hear the notifications of incoming messages. As I read through them, Cal’s first message has me grinning ear to ear. It seems there’s a bit of a feistier side to him, and I can’t wait to explore it.

Well, specifically, tame it.

I don’t consider myself an expert in art, but I’m confident in saying what Cal sent me is hauntingly gorgeous.

It reminds me of something one might find at a tattoo shop—black and white with shading to contrast the images within the picture.

There’s a skeletal hand wrapped in all sorts of vines and flowers holding a pocket watch.

The psychologist in me would love to attempt a deep dive into what sort of meaning might be behind such a piece, but I usually don’t like to analyze friends and family.

Not to say I’d let Cal just be my friend if he chooses to explore things with me. It might be a little insane to think of him as mine already, but a primal part of me is already staking a claim.

I type out some quick responses to him, carefully avoiding a complete sexualization of the conversation but also knowing a bit of flirting won’t hurt.

JustMilo: Where is the shy young man who messaged me earlier tonight, and who is this little brat? Did you plan on deceiving me this whole time?

JustMilo: I’m interested in your day just as much as I am interested in your cock, Cal.

JustMilo: It’s a beautiful drawing. I’m not an artist myself, but I can appreciate something lovely when I see it. Is Art your major?