This takes off where part 1 ended. I would recommend reading that first for this to make sense.
PROLOGUE
Ever since giving Carl my number I only had my phone on silent. Not that Harriet would ever go through my messages but I knew I couldn't be too careful.
I was surprised and actually a little disappointed that he didn't text me at all the next day, he barely even spoke to me whilst at work.
Wait, why am I disappointed? That's a good thing! Maybe it's over and I can forget that I cheated on my wife!
That evening, Harriet was packing her bags into her car to go and renew our Fisher account. It was a pretty big, regular client of ours so it was important we saw them face to face.
"No getting up to no good while I'm away." Harriet joked like she always does and kissed me cheek.
"No parties I promise." I joked back.
I closed the car door for her and waved her off before going back inside.
Well, place to myself.
Like I normally did when I was alone, I walked around in just my baggy boxers and got myself a beer to relax in front of the TV.
About ten minutes in a saw a flashing on my phone. Then as I picked it up, my stomach started to flutter.
Carl:
Hey, I heard that Harriet has gone to meet the client about the Fisher account? Does that mean you're all alone?
Oh no.
CHAPTER I
I instantly sat up on the sofa and stared at my phone. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my hands trembled a little. Whether that was excitement or fear I didn't know.
Before I was able to think of a reply, Carl texted me again.
Carl:
Unfortunately my parents are in, but I'm alone in my bedroom. Wanna see?
Again he didn't give me a chance to reply when a selfie he took appeared. It only had his face and shoulders on, clearly lay down on his bed, but I could see didn't have a shirt on. Which just brought back the memories of the other photos he had sent to me.
Plus, him telling me his parents are in just reminded me of how young he was.
I can't believe I actually let an 18 year old boy make me cum.
Although I could feel my cock start to grow as I looked at him, I knew I needed to at least attempt to remain firm.
Martin:
Carl, this is very inappropriate. I am married and your boss, you should not be sending me this stuff.
I watched the dots on the message and he typed.
Carl:
Was it inappropriate when you had my hand around your big, hard cock and you let me make you cum? You seemed to enjoy that.
Fuck!
How was I supposed to argue with that? I just had to try.
Martin:
That shouldn't have happened, and it will not happen again.
I hated when I hit send because I knew deep down, if he were there, I would've let him do it again.
Carl:
Oh sounds like I've been naughty, maybe I need a little punishment? ;)
Fuck sake, this kid is relentless!
Martin:
That's not what I meant and you know it.
I knew I should just stop replying to him, put my phone down and just carry on watching TV, but I couldn't.
Carl:
You're no fun... I know Harriet is out, and I'm all alone and thinking of your big, hard cock in my hands again.
My cock was indeed growing.
Carl:
I know you liked it... you told me remember, right before you shot your hot load for me... Such a waste ;)
A waste? Oh god this kid!
Even as I knew it was wrong, I texted him back anyway.
Martin:
This is wrong Carl, we shouldn't be discussing this.
Carl:
If it's wrong, why did you cum so much for me? Are you hard right now?
I was, but I couldn't tell him that.
Martin:
No I am not, and you shouldn't be asking me that.
Carl:
Liar! I bet you are, I know I am.
Oh god, he's hard right now? I wonder what his cock looks like... wait, why am I wondering that?
Before I replied he sent me another photo, this time it was from his mouth down. I could just see his smile and the rest was his thin, pale, beautiful body. Annoyingly his bed covers blocked his waist down.
Then he sent me another text.
Carl:
Now you show me you.
Martin:
I shouldn't.
It was a strange feeling, I felt like I was a nervous kid in high school again. My stomach was fluttered and my cock was twitching.
Carl:
Come on, pleeeasseee? You've seen so many of me... just one?
I don't know what it was that made me think that just one photo would be okay, maybe it was his sort of begging? But before I had a chance to change my mind I took a photo from my neck down, leaving just the tip of my boxers in it.
Martin:
Happy?
Then I sent the photo.
His tick turned blue and I knew he had seen it, but he wasn't typing a reply. Suddenly I felt myself go very, very nervous.
Maybe I'm not in as good shape as I used to be? What if he doesn't like how I look, does that even matter? I'm married, for fuck sake!
I couldn't believe I was actually fretting about that, but then a text came back.
Carl:
I LOVE your body!
A little smile appeared on my face and a wave of relief washed over me. It seemed with that, I wasn't as nervous texting him.
After all, my wife was out for the night and I probably would've watched porn as some point anyway.
So, I slid my hand into my boxers and started to reply.
Martin:
Do you really?
Carl:
Yeah, I can't believe how in shape you are. Most older guys I've been with had dad bods, but now you.
Weirdly though, I actually felt a little jealous.
Martin:
Thanks...
Carl:
Answer me honestly, are you hard right now?
My hand was slowly stroking my cock, nothing too much but just enough to keep me going.
Martin:
Yes.