continued to play along.
"What do you want now?” Frazier asked.
"I want you,” Marco said. “I want you to open me wide and fill me up until I can't take anymore."
"Are you my bitch?"
Marco laughed. “I'm your bitch."
"You need a man, don't you, bitch?"
"Yes,” Marco said. “I need a big, strong, handsome man like you. I need your big strong hands all over my body. I need your big thick cock to bang me into the headboard. You know how to do it. You know how I like it. Give it to me."
Then Frazier told him to lift his legs higher and shove two fingers into his body. Frazier told him to imagine he was there, on the bed, fucking his brains out like a dirty little slut. Marco responded with moans and sighs. When he inserted his index finger and his middle finger into his ass at the same time, he said he was imagining Frazier on top of him, rocking and grinding his hips. His said his legs were over Frazier's shoulders and he was ready to take all Frazier had to give. He told Frazier he loved being his dirty little cock slut and he was willing to do anything to please his man. The more they talked, the worse it sounded. It was cheesy and melodramatic and cliche. It was bad, weeping-cock, meaty-nuts porn without any hope for redemption. But more than that, it was something Marco and Frazier would have dissed and laughed at if they'd read it in a book or seen it in a film. And at the same time, within the context of their private relationship, it was their own little playful secret, and it was the next best thing to being with Frazier.
In less than ten minutes, Frazier said, “I'm getting close."
"Me too,” Marco said. He was jerking his dick fast; his two fingers were all the way up his ass. He pictured Frazier naked, jerking off to the finish.
"Tell me what you're doing to your puckered rosebud,” Frazier said.
Marco laughed. He knew Frazier was talking about his anus. “I draw the line there,” he said. “I won't even say the words. However, I am sliding two of my fingers in and out of my ass for you."
"Are you ready to take it all?” Frazier asked. “I haven't come in about three days. It's going to be a fucking gusher.” He never would have used the word “gusher” under any other circumstances.
"I'm ready,” Marco said. “I'm ready for it all."
"Are you my hot little slut?"
"Yes, I'm your hot little slut,” Marco said. “Are you my big horny stud?"
"Oh yeah,” Frazier said. “I'm your big fucking stud, and I'm going to fucking breed your hot ass any minute. Open those legs all the way for me. Spread them as wide as you can."
A minute after that, they both came at the same time. Marco came all over his chest while Frazier grunted and whispered the words, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” into the phone.
"I'm a mess now,” Marco said. “I hope you're happy that you've made me sink this low. And I can't believe you said, ‘puckered bud.’”
"I'm a mess, too,” Frazier said. “And you're not here with me to clean it up."
"I wish I were there,” Marco said. One of the things Frazier loved him to do in bed was lick up his come. Frazier never did this for Marco. Frazier always said he despised the taste of come, even his own, and said he'd gag and throw up. He didn't even like the bleach-like smell of come. But he loved to watch Marco lick it up. Marco didn't mind in the least. He liked the taste of come, and Frazier's always tasted so much sweeter than his own.
"That was fucking hot,” Frazier said. “We're not bad for an old married couple of fifteen years."
"It was also tacky and sleazy and awful,” Marco said. He was smiling. It was a good thing they both had the same warped sense of humor when it came to bad porn.
"You loved it,” Frazier said. “Didn't you?"
"I loved it,” he said. “And I love you, too."
"Happy fifteenth,” Frazier said. “I'm looking forward to the next fifteen with you."
"Happy fifteenth,” Marco said, “I'm looking forward to pulling down your zipper
"What do you want now?” Frazier asked.
"I want you,” Marco said. “I want you to open me wide and fill me up until I can't take anymore."
"Are you my bitch?"
Marco laughed. “I'm your bitch."
"You need a man, don't you, bitch?"
"Yes,” Marco said. “I need a big, strong, handsome man like you. I need your big strong hands all over my body. I need your big thick cock to bang me into the headboard. You know how to do it. You know how I like it. Give it to me."
Then Frazier told him to lift his legs higher and shove two fingers into his body. Frazier told him to imagine he was there, on the bed, fucking his brains out like a dirty little slut. Marco responded with moans and sighs. When he inserted his index finger and his middle finger into his ass at the same time, he said he was imagining Frazier on top of him, rocking and grinding his hips. His said his legs were over Frazier's shoulders and he was ready to take all Frazier had to give. He told Frazier he loved being his dirty little cock slut and he was willing to do anything to please his man. The more they talked, the worse it sounded. It was cheesy and melodramatic and cliche. It was bad, weeping-cock, meaty-nuts porn without any hope for redemption. But more than that, it was something Marco and Frazier would have dissed and laughed at if they'd read it in a book or seen it in a film. And at the same time, within the context of their private relationship, it was their own little playful secret, and it was the next best thing to being with Frazier.
In less than ten minutes, Frazier said, “I'm getting close."
"Me too,” Marco said. He was jerking his dick fast; his two fingers were all the way up his ass. He pictured Frazier naked, jerking off to the finish.
"Tell me what you're doing to your puckered rosebud,” Frazier said.
Marco laughed. He knew Frazier was talking about his anus. “I draw the line there,” he said. “I won't even say the words. However, I am sliding two of my fingers in and out of my ass for you."
"Are you ready to take it all?” Frazier asked. “I haven't come in about three days. It's going to be a fucking gusher.” He never would have used the word “gusher” under any other circumstances.
"I'm ready,” Marco said. “I'm ready for it all."
"Are you my hot little slut?"
"Yes, I'm your hot little slut,” Marco said. “Are you my big horny stud?"
"Oh yeah,” Frazier said. “I'm your big fucking stud, and I'm going to fucking breed your hot ass any minute. Open those legs all the way for me. Spread them as wide as you can."
A minute after that, they both came at the same time. Marco came all over his chest while Frazier grunted and whispered the words, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” into the phone.
"I'm a mess now,” Marco said. “I hope you're happy that you've made me sink this low. And I can't believe you said, ‘puckered bud.’”
"I'm a mess, too,” Frazier said. “And you're not here with me to clean it up."
"I wish I were there,” Marco said. One of the things Frazier loved him to do in bed was lick up his come. Frazier never did this for Marco. Frazier always said he despised the taste of come, even his own, and said he'd gag and throw up. He didn't even like the bleach-like smell of come. But he loved to watch Marco lick it up. Marco didn't mind in the least. He liked the taste of come, and Frazier's always tasted so much sweeter than his own.
"That was fucking hot,” Frazier said. “We're not bad for an old married couple of fifteen years."
"It was also tacky and sleazy and awful,” Marco said. He was smiling. It was a good thing they both had the same warped sense of humor when it came to bad porn.
"You loved it,” Frazier said. “Didn't you?"
"I loved it,” he said. “And I love you, too."
"Happy fifteenth,” Frazier said. “I'm looking forward to the next fifteen with you."
"Happy fifteenth,” Marco said, “I'm looking forward to pulling down your zipper
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