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TOM: Hey, Bug. I miss you

I stared hatefully at the message Tom had sent to Alex after our date last night. Alex hadn’t responded, but I wasn’t happy about that fucking viper trying to slip in and take Alex away from me.

Did he know we had been out together? He hadn't contacted Alex in weeks, and now, by accident, he just so happens to reach out the night I finally take Alex out? He had to have known.

He’s watching you! He’s watching Alex!

I will fucking kill him with my bare hands if he comes anywhere near Alex. What is he, some kind of stalker? Some psychopath that wants to hurt Alex?

I paced back and forth across my living room. I’d just gotten home and checked Alex’s phone when I saw it. I hadn’t even had a chance to shower and change my clothes. I still had the stench of that disgusting “spa”

all over me, sweat and chlorine bleach, that whore’s scent sticking to my skin. My stomach roiled, and I instinctively brought my fist to my mouth. I was going to be sick.

I took off towards the bathroom, but only managed to get some of it into the toilet. Mostly on the floor, a little on the wall. I gagged a few more times, but it was all dry heaves. The contents of my stomach had already been splayed out in chunks across the bathroom floor.

I got to the sink and rinsed my mouth out before quickly leaving the bathroom. I couldn’t stand the smell anymore; I’d have to clean up later. I ripped my shirt off and heard a few of the buttons tinkle across the floor as I made my way over to the fireplace. I tossed the shirt atop the charred logs and made quick work of getting out of my pants and underwear before adding them to the pile. I grabbed the container of lighter fluid off the mantle and spilled it generously over the clothing. It took three strikes with my shaking hands, but I finally got a match to light and tossed it.

The accelerant-doused fabric immediately burst into flames as a thick wave of heat rolled out of the fireplace and enveloped my naked body. I watched the clothes burn as tears streamed down my face at the betrayal I’d enacted.

Instead of staying with Alex, you went to a bathhouse and bought a whore. As soon as you left him, Tom texted. You walked away and Tom slipped right back in. You should have just fucked Alex! Treated him like a real man would!

I shook my head. “I had to do that. I d-don’t want to hurt him!”

No, you wanted to get fucked and didn’t have the patience to wait for him!

“Alex deserves to have a lover who knows what they're doing! Someone who can make him feel good!”

Tom’s made Alex feel good hundreds of times.

“No! Tom abused him, and Alex didn’t like it! I saw him! His face was always scrunched up in pain! He’s never cared about making Alex feel good!

You spilled your seed in another boy’s ass. You betrayed Alex!

“I pulled out! I wore a condom!”

You’re pathetic and weak. You’ve waited for him for years, and then you run off and buy a hole. You’re never going to be enough for him…

“You’re wrong! I will be enough for him. I’ll be everything Alex needs!”

Tom is everything Alex needs…

I had to make Alex start taking Tom’s stalking more seriously. Alex looked at Tom through rose-colored glasses. They’d had a trauma bond since they were young, naturally, and that had kept Alex blind to a lot of Tom’s shortcomings. It was time for Alex to realize how dangerous Tom actually was. That was my job—to warn Alex, and to reassure him that I could protect him.

With new-found purpose, I grabbed my phone and scrolled to find the picture Alex had taken of his ass after he shaved for me before our date. He had deleted it off his phone, but every picture Alex took was automatically uploaded to my server. I hurried across the condo into the spare bedroom and pulled feverishly at the drywall. Once I ducked into my office, I walked over to the counter and turned on my Bluetooth photo printer.

As the device established a connection to my phone, I walked over to the chest freezer in the corner. I flipped the lid open and stared down at Barbara’s head, her expression agog.

“I don’t want to hear a fucking peep from you tonight. Got me? I’m not in the fucking mood!”

I slammed the freezer door closed as the small printer began to beep, indicating the print job had started.

I moved over to the desk, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, and began to write.

***

I kept towards the dark fence-line, skimming like a water bug between the few points of light coming from neighboring porches. Alex had been in the tub for six minutes now; I had another 10 (give or take) before he’d walk from the bathroom back to his bedroom. He’d shed his towel, dry his hair, and then he’d lie down on his bed, search gay firefighter porn, and I’d get to watch him worship himself. That was, if I could get across the back fence and up into the tree.

I climbed up with minimal effort, thankful the city hadn’t put any lights whatsoever in the back of the property yet. With a deftness borne of repeated trips, I scaled the bark of the massive tree up to the second set of branches. They were thick and sturdy and provided enough shelter from view, even in the dead of winter.

I got myself situated in the crook of a thick limb, my legs out in front of me, and my back braced up against the trunk. I was only about 12 feet off the ground, but it gave me the perfect height and angle to see in Alex’s window.

“Good evening, sweetheart,”

I whispered as I watched him walk into his room through my binoculars. His hair was still damp, and he had his towel draped around his lithe waist. “God, there is no greater beauty on earth.”

Alex docked his phone on the nightstand and pulled off his towel. My breath hitched as I got a clear view of him, just like it did every time. His pubes were trimmed up and short, giving me a great view of his dick and balls. He was flaccid, and his round, purple tip sat nestled between his balls. He looked like a Greek statue, his modest prick perfectly suited to his stature. When he got hard, he was five and three-quarters. A boyfriend cock, I believed they called that size.

I couldn’t wait to suck him off. I had been practicing with a dildo I had found online that was really close to Alex’s length and thickness. I could confidently take it into my mouth entirely without gagging, now. I wanted to taste him, to savor his uniqueness and swallow down every drop of his release. Without it ever hitting my tongue—yet—I knew instinctively it was too good to be wasted.

My dick jumped in my pants, watching Alex dry himself off as I thought about drinking his seed. I longed to put a hand to myself as Alex splayed out across his bed and picked up his phone.

“Yeah. You ready to give me a show, sexy boy?”

I longed to touch myself as he sat up, his back against the headboard and his legs splayed wide in front of him. I’d masturbated with Alex many times, but, unfortunately, that was out of the question tonight. I had to go into Westing House and leave the letter after Alex had fallen asleep. I couldn’t risk a stray pube or any drop of my DNA anywhere on the envelope or my gloves.

No, tonight was just about the show. Seeing Alex have pleasure was more than enough to satisfy me. I didn’t deserve a release, anyway. I wasn’t an overly-sexual person to begin with, but, after I’d lost control with the call-boy, I had decided not to come again, for any reason, until it was with Alex. And that would be Alex’s call.

Alex, and only Alex, got to decide when, where and how often I had an orgasm from that point on.

Meanwhile, Alex’s prick had started to swell as he scrolled on his phone. He hadn’t touched it yet, but it had become thicker and had rolled off his balls to rest against his lower abdomen. He wasn't fully erect, but he was getting there.

I longed to slurp up his soft prick and feel it grow and stretch in my mouth as I nursed on the tip of it like a kitten searching for milk. I’d split his slit open with my tongue to taste the salt of his skin, and he’d moan as I slipped my fingers inside of him…

Alex’s face began to grow darker in the soft glow of his phone screen as he reached down with his free hand and finally touched his cock.

“Oh yeah, baby. Touch yourself. Are you wet yet? Are we watching big, hunky firefighters fuck little twinks into oblivion and imagining that it’s me and you?”

Alex curled his bottom lip between his teeth as he swirled his fist around his tip. “Oh, you are wet… you beautiful creature. Are you wet for me?”

Alex’s eyes were half-lidded as he changed his pace and started pumping his cock at length.

“You’re getting close…”

I marveled. “How far will you shoot this evening? Will it gush out and pool in your belly button, or is it a squirter?”

Sometimes Alex really got himself going, and he’d shoot spurts of cum clear up to his nipples. That was my favorite… when he gushed like a goddamn fountain.

Alex tossed his phone aside and let his head fall back against the wall as his eyes fluttered shut. He reached down and slipped his other hand between his thighs. “Oh yeah, baby. Touch your hole while you come.”

I’d never seen Alex finger himself or use any toys. The only time he was penetrated was with Tom. Sometimes I wondered if he actually liked to get fucked, or if he just obliged the massive douchebag. Alex would play with his ass from time to time, though, rubbing around his hole as seen here.

Alex’s chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, and he opened his mouth a little wider. “That’s it, love. Make yourself feel good. There it is, you fucking angel.”

One, two, three, four ribbons of cum shot out of Alex as he panted through his release, his legs trembling and constricting with each spurt of white. The first landed dead center on his lower rib cage, the second shot a bit further and landed between his pecs, the third fell to the side a bit between the first and second shots, and the last was a thick gush at the end, spilling over his knuckles. “Great job, Alex. That looked incredible. You feel better now, baby?”

My own cock strained against the confines of my boxers and jeans. I’d worn them extra-tight tonight to help keep things under control, but now I was really suffering.

Good, you deserve that. You whore-fucking pig!

I swallowed hard and blinked a few times, trying to focus my attention back on Alex… only Alex.

After a minute or two, Alex’s breathing returned to normal, and he opened his eyes to examine the mess he’d made. “It’s all over you, sexy.”

The worst part was watching him grab the towel and wipe everything up. “Such a waste.”

I wanted to lick him clean, to waste not a drop of his sweet nectar.

Soon…

Alex slipped into a pair of black briefs and his favorite gray sweatpants, leaving his chest bare. He yawned, stretching his arms up over his head before flipping the light switch. “I know you’re sleepy, Alex. Especially after that. Get some sleep, my love. Tomorrow is going to be stressful, but I’m going to be there with you.”

It took just over 11 minutes for Alex to fall asleep. Once he had, I slipped out of the tree and put the binoculars back into my backpack. I crept through the back door of Westing House, quiet as a little mouse, and silently eased my boots off before tip-toeing into Alex’s office. I placed the note atop a stack of mail on his desk and then made my way up the back staircase. Alex had left the door to his room ajar. It was easy to slip inside without having to engage the creaky hinges.

God, he was beautiful. Curled up on his side, facing the wall. He’d fallen asleep the other way, watching videos on his phone, but had turned over as sleep pulled him under.

I picked up Alex’s phone from the charging station and pressed the power button 16 times in rapid succession. Once I had done so, the phone’s screen went black and a password box appeared. I entered the code and a menu of options appeared. I scrolled to the bottom and hit the option marked ABORT. I entered in a secondary password when prompted. Alex’s phone restarted itself and went into the update screen.

Having given command to the spyware, it would now erase itself from the phone, along with any trace it had ever been there in the first place. I hated losing access to Alex’s phone, but he was going to be involved with the cops soon, and they would definitely want to take a look. It was now or never.

After his phone had finished cycling through its update screen, indicating that it had scrubbed all traces of the spyware, I put it back on the dock. I walked over to Alex’s laundry hamper and pulled out the towel he’d used to wipe himself up a few minutes prior. It was still damp with his fluids.

I folded the towel up and cradled it under my arm as I blew Alex a kiss and made my way back outside.