One Phone Call

Ever since Frank got laid off from his part-time job at the local bookstore, he, 25, has been barely scraping by. With bills building up and an ever-depleting savings account, he really needs a supplemental source of income. This is where his secret side hustle comes in: working as a phone sex operator.

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The phone rang, snapping Frank out of his musings. He turned towards the caller display and saw it was Alexander, one of those "regular customers." Sighing, he answered it and put it on speakerphone.

"Hello, this is Frank," he said in his most businesslike voice, trying to blot out the tiredness and strain that sounded in his voice.

"Well, hello, handsome," Alexander's deep hoarse voice purred. "It's been too long since we last spoke".

Frank winced inwardly at this overt flirting but made himself play along. The rent won't pay itself. "How are you doing today, sir?"

"I feel much better now that I heard your voice," Alexander replied quietly. "I was thinking about our last. session. Do you remember how hot and hard it was?"

Frank's cheeks flushed with the memory. Yes, their last call had been rather intense - Alexander describing in minute detail everything he wanted to do with Frank's lithe body, which made Frank squirm with excitement even as he obediently played his part. "Yes, I remember," he said, trying to keep his voice even. "It was quite an experience".

Alexander let out a guttural chuckle, low, the sound making Frank's skin crawl. "Mmm, yes it was. And I hope we have another one tonight. I wanna hear you moan my name again, baby."

Frank swallowed hard as, in a rush, his mouth was dry. Much as he needed the money, he couldn't deny that a part of him was aroused by Alexander's dirty talk.

Frank took a deep breath in, calming himself for what was to come. "Alright then, let's set this up," he said, his voice going hoarse. "We're coming back from a romantic dinner." He paused, letting the picture settle in before he continued. "Your hand rests on the small of my back as we walk through the dimly lit streets. The air is cool against my skin, sending goosebumps down my arms". Frank's own hand slid down to his thigh, imitating an imaginary touch. "Suddenly you pull me into a dark alley, pressing me against a brick wall. Your strong hands grip my wrists, pinning them above my head".

His breathing grew further as he continued to paint a more vivid picture of the scenario.

" I look at you with wide eyes, feelings of fear and delight at your dominant position," Frank said, his voice filled with sensual tension. " Our faces are a couple of inches from each other and I can smell the whiskey on your breath mixed with my own natural scent."

He was silent, letting Alexander fill in some intimacy.

"Then, without warning, you press your lips against mine in a searing kiss. Your tongue sneaks into my mouth, claiming every inch as you roughly grope my ass through my pants". The image Frank painted had his heart running a marathon with the thought of the blaze of Alexander's body pressed to his. "I whine into the kiss, hips instinctively jumping from the hardness growing in your pants.".

"Oh, my God, what an imagination you have, kid, " Alexander replied in derision, interrupting Frank's descriptive monologue. "Tell me, did you make this whole thing up when you were jerking off to cheap gay porn?"

Frank's face had reddened with embarrassment at the mocking tone, and he overcame it, although he was determined to see this session through to the end. "N-no, sir. I just. got carried away with a fantasy," he muttered.

Alexander snorted. "Got carried away? You were rather desperate for attention, right? Well, you are in luck. I'm here to indulge your little dreams.".

There was a pause, and then Alexander's voice dropped to that low menacing purr. "Now, let's get back to the story, shall we?"

" Of course, sir," Frank stammered, trying to re-compose himself. "Like I said, you pinned me against the wall, kissing me deeply and groping my ass.

He fell silent, waiting for Alexander to continue the scene. Teased by the words of the old man, he found it even more difficult afterward to plunge into fantasy. But Frank knew he had to try, if only for the sake of the job.

After a long pause, Alexander resumed in a lustful voice. That's it, baby. "I'm gonna take what I want from you, right here in this dirty alley."

Frank flinched at the harsh words, some kind of disgust mingling with his excitement. "You reach down and unzip my pants, pulling out my hard cock," Frank went on, his voice trembling slightly". He pulls out, already leaking precum in anticipation of your touch".

Alexander chuckled quietly. "What an impatient slut you are. I bet you would let me do anything to you, wouldn't you?"

Frank bit his lip silent for a moment, but unfortunately, the words managed to ground themselves into space nonetheless. "Y-yes, sir. I'll do whatever you want".

Alexander's laughter boomed through the speakers to make Frank shiver. "Good boy".

Frank felt his stomach protest in discomfort at the command, knowing he really had little options open to him.

He had only hesitated for a moment before reaching for the rubber dildo he always kept within easy reach for instances such as this. Frank squeezed it tightly, pretending it was Alexander's throbbing member.

With a shaky breath, Frank dropped to his knees-the cold tile floor a stark contrast to the rising heat in his heart. "Here I am, sir, ready to serve you," he whispered, his voice stifled from behind the makeshift prop.

Alexander's gruff approval rumbled down the line. "That's it, baby. Show me how good your cute little mouth can be".

Frank closed his eyes, feeling the weight of Alexander's balls in his hand, the salty taste of precum on his tongue. He moaned softly, as if it was real.

Alexander purred, enjoying the sounds Frank was making. Frank opened his mouth wider, taking the tip of the dildo between his lips and sucking it in gently, running his tongue along the rim. "Fuck, how hot," Alexander moaned. "Keep going, baby. Go deeper".

Encouraged by the praise, Frank relaxed his throat and pushed more of the toy inside. He shook his head, hollowing his cheeks as he moved it in and out of his mouth.

The room was filled with wet slapping sounds, hushed moans from Frank. He almost thought it was Alexander's cock that stretched his lips and filled his senses with male musk. "That's it, take everything," Alexander commanded, his voice tight with pleasure. "Show me how much you like being used like a cheap whore".

The humiliating words made Frank's heart pound, and his body shook with shame and excitement. He grasped the base of the dildo and began to fuck his face wildly, now lost in fantasy.

Alexander's dirty talk continued to spur him on. Each vulgar phrase he expressed pushed him closer to the edge. "Yes, that's it, you dirty sperm whore. Choke on it like the desperate little cocksucker you are".

Frank was gagging, the toy deeper as tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His throat was burning, but he didn't stop, driven by some warped need to please this hard-to-please client.

"Ugh, fuck, I'm going to cum," Alexander growled, his voice hoarse with his imminent release. "Swallow every drop."

With one last, brutal thrust, Frank shoved the whole length of the dildo down his throat. He held it there, con-vulsing in a faked orgasm. He imagined Alexander's hot seed filling his mouth, coating his tongue with the bitter taste of latex.

When he finally let it go, gasping for air, Frank whined pitifully. "P-please, sir, I need it. I need your sperm." Frank begged in a hoarse voice that was desperate.

Alexander chuckled darkly; his tone was thick with sadistic pleasure in Frank's performance. "Well, well, well, look at the person who took the time to rehearse their begging skills. All right, baby, since you asked so nicely." There was a pause and then Alexander's breathing grew heavy again. "That's it, you dirty little asshole. Open wide and swallow every last drop".

Alexander groaned, irritated, his orgasm striking him like a runaway truck, his own hand working furiously on his aching erection. Pearly threads of sperm sprayed onto his thighs past the tissue he grabbed hastily. "Shit!" he exclaimed beneath his breath, trying to hold on to some commanding presence across physical space between them. " Take it all, you dirty whore," he growled into the phone, his voice dripping with contempt even as his body shook with pleasure.

On the other end of the line, Frank continued to moan and beg, quite unaware that Alexander had failed. He ran his tongue along the length of the dildo, licking up imaginary traces of his client's essence. "Thank you, sir," he panted out, in his hoarse voice with mock satisfaction. "Your sperm is so tasty."

Alexander laughed low and rumbled, his chest heaving with the force of his release. "You're quite a talented little cocksucker, aren't you? Maybe we should make this a regular thing".

Frank swelled with pride at the compliment as a small tinge of fear settled in his stomach. He knew better than to attach too much credence to these sessions, but he simply couldn't ignore the strange rapport he was building with this mysterious stranger. "I would very much like that, sir," he huffed lowly, his voice small and subservient.

Alexander's voice was now playful, almost affectionate. "My sweet little toy. We're going to have so much fun, you and me".

With one last, passion-filled burst of laughter, Alexander concluded the call and left Frank to the silence of his bedroom. The young man stared at the phone in his hand, his mind reeling from the tense encounter.

He set the device down and flopped back onto the bed, still tingling all over from the aftershocks of his solo performance.