It couldn't have been a more beautiful evening. Carl always enjoyed moments like this. With only a few minutes before midnight, Southern California looked even more enchanting with the full moon out of hiding. Furthermore, the cool ocean breeze that swept across the basin provided a more comfortable locale. Many people in the city of Cerritos were already ready for rest. Carl, on the other hand, didn't feel like going to bed at this time. He kept the window in his study room open as he began reading his book. He had already plugged in his earphones to his smartphone and played classical music at a low volume. Reinhold Gliere's Harp Concerto was the appropriate background music while reading the next chapter.
For the next several minutes, the forty-year-old man stayed seated in his chair as he immersed himself in both melody and literature. All of a sudden, however, Gliere's soothing composition experienced a brief pause. Carl's smartphone had just vibrated for one second. He checked to see who sent him a text message at this time. As soon as he read the name on the screen, curiosity started to kick in. The text message had been sent by his daughter's boyfriend.
Eighteen-year-old Jerry seemed like a harmless young man. He had dated Carl's daughter, Olivia, for the past two months and nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened between the two of them. Jerry didn't appear to be the type that would grow aggressive if provoked the wrong way. Still, he remained healthy, kept a good physique, and made his blond hair long like a rock star's own. He must have been the perfect match for Olivia, since she didn't have any complaints about him.
Carl opened the text message and read it. Something didn't feel right. Even if he used a few words, Jerry had relied on simple communication to let Carl know what he felt right now.
(I want you.)
Carl immediately felt confused. He turned off the music and took off his earphones. He had to make sure that the message had been sent by Jerry and not an anonymous prankster. And when he confirmed that Jerry did indeed write those three words, Carl wrote a reply.
(Jerry, is that you?)
The older man waited for a response. It took only ten seconds for Jerry to respond:
(I want you to be with me tonight.)
Carl could only think of this as some kind of joke. He replied:
(Stop playing around, Jerry. I know you're just kidding.)
Jerry replied back:
(It's not a joke. I wish you were with me tonight. I wish I knew what it's like to be taken by you. I can't help myself. I want to be your bitch tonight.)
Carl took a deep breath. He didn't know how to reply to what Jerry had just written. He had to think about it for a whole minute before typing:
(You must not be Jerry. You must be someone else.)
A few seconds later, a new reply popped up on the screen.
(No, it really is me. And I am hungry for some dick right now.)
Carl had to sit in silence to understand why his daughter's boyfriend had sent him these messages.
It didn't take long for Jerry to send yet another.
(I want your dick. I want it inside me. I want it inside my mouth. I want to taste your seed and I want to swallow all of it. I'll give myself to you. Just name the time and place and I'll be there to satisfy you in any way I can.)
Carl suddenly began to imagine having his cock sucked by Jerry. It became an unusual image. Usually, Carl would imagine a woman doing that very deed. But because of the words written on the small screen, it was now Jerry's turn to fulfill the role. Carl already recognized how Jerry would behave. The young man would be gentle with his naughty act. He would just be himself while providing excellent service that Carl had searched for. Perhaps he would even grow more submissive with the purpose of feeling another man's touch.
But then, Carl snapped back into reality. He blinked a few times and shook his head. He reread Jerry's latest message.
Carl replied:
(I don't believe you.)
Jerry responded back with:
(Please accept the fact that I'm being honest. And trust me when I say that Olivia doesn't know anything about my true feelings for you.)
Carl's tightened his grip on his smartphone. He simply had enough. If what Jerry said was true, then there would be no room for betrayal in the family. Olivia would never trust him again if he ever let Jerry demonstrate his surreptitious abilities.
He could only respond with:
(We'll take about this later.)
He waited for Jerry's next response. But as minutes passed, Jerry remained silent onscreen. In fact, he didn't send another text message again for the night.
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