Mr. Anonymous - 4. Around the Next Corner

Chapter 4

It was nearly lunchtime and the midday sun was incredibly warm for an autumn afternoon. There wouldn’t be too many more nice days before the bitter chill of winter seeped in, but Percy didn’t care. Today was beautiful.

He whistled while he strolled along, weaving through the crowded sidewalk. Chatting with Max for the last few nights had Percy dancing on cloud nine. He learned Max’s favorite color was blue, he wore boxer-briefs, had three older siblings, and smelled like sandalwood.

Percy growled at the thought of burying his nose into the sensitive skin of Max’s neck and inhaling the warm rich scent.

The idea got his cock twitching in his pants. Trying to calm his libido, he smiled. He couldn’t hide it and would have to avoid Rocket when she started to press him for details on his love life. Somehow that woman knew whenever something was up and right now something was definitely up.

The feeling was amazing! Wanting to linger in the fresh sunshine, Percy slowed his steps as he approached his office. Just as he turned on his heels to enter the building, a flash of auburn caught his eyes.

Percy stumbled as his head snapped back, searching through the busy sidewalk. No! It couldn’t be him, not now, after more than a week of searching faces in the crowd, yet there he was, Mr. Too-Close jogging away, stretching the distance even farther between them. One second he was there and the next he was gone, disappearing into the crowd of people.

Without thinking, Percy started to chase after him. He contemplated calling out to the guy, but what would he say? How could he get the man to stop so he could finally apologize to him?

It wouldn’t have done any good anyways. White cords peeked out from under that mop of hair. It draped from his ears before disappearing into his pocket. The guy was listening to music as he ran. He would never hear Percy.

Sweat soaked the back of guy’s T-shirt, causing the wet material to cling to his shoulders. From this angle, Percy could see his well-muscled legs were sprinkled with light brown hair. He even noticed the outline of the guy’s tight ass through the thin material of his pale-blue running shorts.

Percy picked up his pace. He had to get this off his chest. It was killing him that he had been so rude to the man the other day.

Mr. Too-Close reached the corner a few steps ahead of Percy, yet that was all the time he needed to vanish into the crowd.

“Shit!” Percy muttered, searching for any sign of him, but it was no use, he was already gone. Percy felt bad for not getting a chance to tell the guy he was sorry.

“Maybe he’s already forgotten all about the incident at the coffee shop,” he said then immediately shook his head at the astronomical improbability of that happening.

Nope, as guilty as Percy felt over embarrassing the guy, there was just no way Mr. Too-Close had simply forgotten all about it. Percy winced. This was going to be one of those events that stuck out in the guy’s mind for the rest of his life.

“Damn it!” If he was going to be remembered by such a good-looking guy, why the fuck did it have to be for acting like a royal jerk?

There was nothing he could do about it now. The guy was gone. Turning back towards the office, Percy’s shoulders slumped. The sunshine dissolved behind some black ominous clouds. His beautiful day was gone and he was now left with an uneasy twist in the pit of his stomach. Just as he reached the front door, a loud crack of lightning lit up the sky, followed by a heavy boom of thunder.

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Max: What’s wrong?

Percy’s thoughts snapped back from Mr. Too-Close to Max. His question blinked on the screen, waiting for his answer.

Binx: Nothing.

Max: Liar.

Binx: Really, Max, it’s nothing.

Max: Do you need me to kick someone’s ass? Point me in the right direction and consider it done  

When Max ended his rant with a smiley face, Percy let out a chuckle. He was so cute.

Binx: No, it was my fault. I was mean to someone…

Max: They must have deserved it.

Binx: Well, yes and no, but I still feel really awful about it. I just want to talk about something else.

Max: Okay, what are you wearing?

Binx: LOL, what?

Max: You heard me! I want you to describe what you’re wearing as you take it off…nice and slow.

Percy’s breathing came in little gasps as he gazed down at his body. His hands trembled as he typed.

Binx: Faded blue jeans and a T-shirt.

Max: Hmmm, soft denim, slide them down over your hips!

It was a demand and not a question. He could always lie to Max, telling him he did it, but Percy’s skin suddenly flushed hot and he wanted to be out of his clothes. It was dark outside. Living on the fourteenth floor had its advantages; nobody would be able to see in.

Max: Are you doing it?

Binx: Bossy much?

Max: Yes!

Binx: Good, cause I’ve unsnapped the button and lowered my zipper…

Max: And?

Percy stood up and pushed the material past his thighs and stepped out, leaving his pants in a crumpled ball on the floor. He wondered if Max’s heart was racing as fast as his was.

Binx: My pants are off…now what are you going to do to me?

Max: Grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. I want that chest to be bare.

Percy did as he was told and tossed his T-shirt to the ground with his pants. Goosebumps peppered his skin. It wasn’t cold in here. He was so excited, the electrical energy coming off his body was creating static in the room.

Binx: Done!

Max: You wear briefs?

He knew Percy did. The other night Percy had told Max he did and, before Percy could tell him so, Max continued to choreograph his actions.

Max: Reach inside, but don’t touch your cock.

Binx: What?

Max: I don’t want you touching it, not yet. Run your fingers along the sides of your balls, scraping your nails through your hair.

Percy’s fingers were busy as Max continued to tell him what to do. He gasped; the sensation was delicious.

Max: Now, I want you to massage your groin, the flesh between your hips that lead right up to your plump cock, but don’t touch your shaft or balls…not yet! Rub the inside of your thighs and your belly. Stroke the silky hair below your navel, tracing your fingers back down to your pubes.

It felt so good. Fighting the urge to grab his cock and pump himself was excruciating. His skin was on fire. Wet drops coated his dickhead and dripped down his swollen shaft.

Max: Are you still with me? If so, give me a sign.

His hands were busy and pulling them away from his skin left him panting. How could he give Max a sign? Was he crazy? He was the one who told him to put his hands down his underwear and now he wanted him to stop?

Binx: Ylkp8okjnoi-hkn

Percy randomly pounded on the keys with his right hand.

Max: That’s good, baby! You’re doing such a nice job for me. Now, I want you to wrap one hand around your balls, grabbing the base of your cock while your other hand pinches one of your nipples. Twist the bud between your fingers.

Percy tossed his head back as a moan rumbled from his throat.

Max: Gently squeeze your sack while you pinch harder at your chest…harder…twisting…pull at the bud, making it stand up erect.

Fighting to keep his eyes open so he could follow every one of Max’s commands, Percy pulsed. Every nerve in his body was zinging. He was ready to explode, so very ready. His cock bounced and strained against the cotton fabric of his underwear. There was a dark stain from the amount of pre-cum he was leaking. Percy would have taken them off, but Max hadn’t told him to. Percy shook his dark head. Right now he would do anything Max asked.

Max: I know you’re dripping for me. Swirl your thumb around your dickhead. Moan for me, baby, I know it feels good.

Max was right. Percy whimpered when the tip of his finger brushed the cum-slick tip of his cock. It quivered under the brief touch, demanding more. Percy managed to pull his right hand away long enough to peck out the keys.

Binx: Please…

Wishing he could see Max’s face, Percy envisioned a sexy smile. He kept feathering the end of his cock waiting for the next command.

Max: Oh baby, I want you to pump that cock. Grab it and pump it hard!

He didn’t have to tell Percy twice. As soon as the words popped on the screen he was jacking off like his life depended on it. Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Percy pressed his head back into the office chair, pushed his hips forward and pulsed his entire body with the rhythm of his hands.

Breathing in tight desperate gasps, Percy bit down on his lip, and rocked his head from side to side as his orgasm erupted. It hit him with such force it took his breath away. The first shot was almost painful, knocking him back into the chair as the second and third wracked his body.

If the cotton fabric hadn’t blocked him, the stream would have shot over his head. That sight would have been beautiful; unfortunately, he unloaded in his underwear. The waves of pleasure ebbed and the cool air calmed his fevered body as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

Barely able to speak and completely incapable of standing, Percy slumped in the chair, smiling and content. Oh, the things he would do to Max if he—crap!

Binx: Are you still there?

Max: Yeah, I’m here.

Binx: Oh man, I feel so guilty, you making me cum and I left you hanging.

Max: Don’t worry about it, talking dirty to you made me so freaking horny it only took two strokes and I was off.

Binx: So you…?

He was too embarrassed to finish the question.

Max: Oh hell yeah! You are so fucking hot you had me ready to explode at boxers or briefs.

Percy grinned remembering their conversation from the other night. He’d never had so much fun with someone before, he’d never felt anything like this.

Binx: You are exactly what I need after a stressful day at work.

Max: Awww, thanks babe. Have a hard day at work today?

Binx: It seems like every day’s been difficult lately, but spending time with you makes it all better.

Max: **blush** Let me guess…lawyer or congressman?

Binx: Jeez, I don’t know which one is worse. You think I’m either a perverted closet congressman or a slime-ball lawyer?

Max: Hey, it’s my fantasy. I can make you anything I want you to be!  

Percy laughed out loud.

Binx: You fantasize about me?

Max: Oh yeah! Of course I do, but neither of those really fit the dreamy image I have of you. How about a college professor?

Binx: I like that.

Max: Me too, what about me? What do you imagine me doing for a living?

Contemplating it for a minute, Percy never thought about what Max’s real life would be like. Chatting online make it almost feel like he was a creature of his own imagination.

Binx: I just can’t picture you working at a convenience store or something like that.

Max: Why not? It would be so cool. You could pick your hours since they’re usually open 24 hours a day and don’t forget about the employee discounts on Choco Tacos.

Percy wiped at his eyes. He laughed so hard he couldn’t see his computer screen and his entire body shook.

Binx: I haven’t had this much fun in years.

Max: Me neither, and you’re right, I’m not a store clerk.

Binx: I didn’t think so. How about a musician? I can see you playing music in a rock band.

Max hesitated for a few seconds. For a moment Percy worried he’d said something wrong. He was starting to type his retraction when Max’s reply popped up on the screen.

Max: I like that.

They were having so much fun he hated to end the conversation, but it was getting really late.

Binx: Speaking of work…I have an early day tomorrow and have got to go.

Max: Okay, till tomorrow…love ya!

With that last comment, Max logged out, leaving a big red X beside his name. The man might have jumped ship, but his words still hung around flashing across Percy’s screen. He stared at them like they were hieroglyphs. He’d never told anyone he’d loved them before. If Max would have stayed a few seconds longer, Percy knew he would’ve told him he loved him, too.