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“Hey, this is a twenty-eight year old Brother, 6’2″, 200 lbs of solid muscle, short buzz-cut hair, goatee and mustache, nine-inch cock. I’m looking for another Brother to be my personal bottom boy. I’m gonna send you over the moon, man. Leave me a message. Name’s Todd. Peace/out.”
I’d never answered an ad on a phone-line before, but there was something about this voice that struck me.
Right between my legs, that’s where it struck me.
My dick started to get hard at just the sound of it. I wondered what this guy was like in person… if he could do this to me with just his voice, what might it be like to actually meet him?
But I knew I’d delayed long enough — I had a secret, and I’d kept it long enough. I had to tell it to someone. I had to reveal what I’d been hiding for years, ever since I first came out. And this man sounded like just the stud I could bare my soul to.
Besides baring my bare hungry butt to, I mean.
I left the guy a message in his “mailbox”, my voice probably sounding meek and timid after his full, deep intonations, including my phone number.
To my surprise, he called me within an hour.
“Hello?” I said.
“This Randy?” that unmistakable voice said in my ear, and my cock started to get stiff. I laid down on my bed on my back, staring at the ceiling.
“Yes…Todd, is that you?”
“You got it, man.” he said.
“I…thanks for calling me so soon. I figured you must get a ton of messages.”
“I do,” Todd said, “but yours is the only one I wanted to answer tonight.”
“Wow,” I said, knowing it sounded stupid even before it was out of my mouth. Todd didn’t seem to mind, though. “Thanks for calling.”
There was a pause.
“You already said that.”
“Did I?” I said, realizing that I was lightly sweating. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. So you said in your message to me that you’ve got a secret. What’s up with that?”
“Oh, well, you’ve gotta meet me to find out.” I said, hoping he wouldn’t hang up on me. Instead, he laughed.
“All right, a little mystery. I like that.” Todd said. “How old are you again?”
“Twenty-six.”
“And the rest of your stats — remind me.”
My right hand, which had been resting on my chest, slid, as if by itself, down my abdomen until it was between my legs. I started to rub myself through the denim of my jeans as I obeyed his command.
“5’9″, 165 pounds, light skinned, short hair, kind of slender.”
“You sound good enough to eat.” Todd said.
“Now you’re getting me excited…” I said in what I hoped was a seductive voice.
“Randy, you’ve been excited the whole time we’ve been talking. Am I right?”
I felt sheepish. Not much slipped past this guy. I figured I might as well be honest with him from here on. It was obvious he could read me like a book, despite the fact that I was a total stranger and we couldn’t even see each other.
“Yes, you’re right.” I answered.
“And how did I know that?”
“Uh…” I said, fumbling for an answer. “…you’re real smart?”
Todd laughed again. Delicious warmth from my groin was seeping through the rest of my body, making me feel dreamy and horny at the same time.
“Wrong!” he said. “I am remarkably intelligent, but that’s not why I know you before we’ve even met.”
He paused for so long I had to ask the obvious question.
“Then why?”
“‘Cause you’re the one, Randy.”
“The one what?”
“My bottom boy.” Todd said. “The guy I’m going to make my little bottom boy.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
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