Web Guys - 40. Chapter 40

Spikes

From Spikes: Send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: Why? And who are you?

From Spikes: We’ve never talked. Just send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: Why?

From Spikes: Because I want to see it.

From Alan: Thanks, but I don’t send pictures of myself naked. Here’s a picture of my face.

From Spikes: Thanks, but I don’t need to see your face. Just send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: I don’t have one.

From Spikes: Every guy has one.

From Alan: I’m not every guy.

From Spikes: You wearing me out. Just send me a picture of your dick. I sent you one of mine.

From Alan: I haven’t opened it.

From Spikes: Does that make you some kind of saint?

From Alan: I like your face though.

From Spikes: Great. Now we’re a match. Just send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: Are you making a collection?

From Spikes: I’ve seen enough dicks in my life. I don’t need pics.

From Alan: OK, I’ve sent it.

From Spikes: So you lied. You had one.

From Alan: I just took it.

From Spikes: And it’s terrible.

From Alan: I took it with my phone.

From Spikes: It’s burned out and you’re soft.

From Alan: You didn’t say “Send me a great picture of your hard dick.”

From Spikes: My pic is.

From Alan: I still haven’t opened it.

From Spikes: Well open the god damned thing. Then get hard. Then send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: You’re a funny guy.

From Spikes: And block the flash.

From Alan: Very funny.

From Spikes: Stop typing. Get hard. And send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: Maybe looking at yours will make me hard.

From Spikes: I don’t give a fuck how you do it. Just send me a picture of your dick.

From Alan: If you fuck as hard as you talk, I don’t ever want to be naked with you.

From Spikes: Who offered you the chance?

From Alan: You seemed to be coming on hard.

From Spikes: We’re both tops. What would be do together? Tell stories?

From Alan: Why don’t you send me a picture of you jerking off?

From Spikes: It would have to be a video.

From Alan: That’s OK. Keep you busy while I get hard.

From Spikes: You’re not hard yet? Just look at my god damned dick.

From Alan: I did. I’m hard. I took another photo. Without the flash. I’m reformatting it.

From Spikes: Fuck the formatting. Just send me the picture.

From Alan: There.

From Spikes: It looks pretty good. I like to suck and top.

From Alan: Sending you that picture is about the stupidest thing I’ve done in years.

From Spikes: Then you need to be more stupid.

From Alan: Now why did you want it?

From Spikes: I told you. I like your face.

From Alan: Why did you really want it?

From Spikes: Because I think I’ve fucked you before, and I don’t remember faces.

From Alan: But you remember dicks?

From Spikes: Oh, yeah.

From Alan: Well, you don’t look familiar. And I remember faces.

From Spikes: This would have been years ago. I had long hair. Darker hair. A beard. A moustache.

From Alan: How old were you?

From Spikes: How old were we? We’re the same age. And probably 23, 24.

From Alan: Where?

From Spikes: C’mon, I remember dicks, not places.

From Alan: Where’d you go to school?

From Spikes: College?

From Alan: I wasn’t active in high school.

From Spikes: A geek.

From Alan: I wasn’t active with guys in high school.

From Spikes: Just sucking ‘em off?

From Alan: I had a girlfriend. A couple of them.

From Spikes: Closet geek.

From Alan: And I’m married. Have been for 15 years.

From Spikes: Then what are you doing on this fucking site?

From Alan: Fucking guys.

From Spikes: That’s fucked up.

From Alan: Maybe you’re the one who needs to be stupid more.

From Spikes: I’m stupid enough. But not with women.

From Alan: Did you recognize my dick?

From Spikes: No.

From Alan: Where’d you go to school?

From Spikes: College? I didn’t. I was in the Navy.

From Alan: Then we didn’t fuck in college. And how did you have long hair and a beard in the Navy?

From Spikes: That was after. Where did you fuck after you finished college?

From Alan: Grad school. Then here.

From Spikes: Coulda been here.

From Alan: You’re talking 20 years ago. Little less.

From Spikes: Time’s right. I was in the Navy till I was 22. Then I came here.

From Alan: What did you do after the Navy?

From Spikes: You’ll laugh.

From Alan: I won’t.

From Spikes: What do you think a stupid ex-Navy guy would do?

From Alan: Go to college?

From Spikes: You got college on your brain. I’m a cop.

From Alan: Yikes.

From Spikes: I’m a State Trooper. I’m not gonna bust you.

From Alan: I wasn’t worried. You wouldn’t tell me that if you were.

From Spikes: Some guys like uniforms.

From Alan: And shiny badges.

From Spikes: I like your dick. And I’d like to follow that pic through to the obvious conclusion.

From Alan: I appreciate that. But I sent the photo as a joke. When I think I need to be fucked – by a cop or a state trooper – I’ll remember you.

From Spikes: You got something against cops?

From Alan: Nah. And here’s another shot of my dick.

From Spikes: You are getting stupid.

From Alan: Well, I’m hard. And I have my phone.

From Spikes: Phones will be the death of us. Phones with cameras.

From Alan: And you’re interested.

From Spikes: There’s that.

From Alan: And there’s nothing more fun than a fuck up master.

From Spikes: You’re a master?

From Alan: It was another joke

From Spikes: I should have known. How could a master fuck up? Let the boy take over?

From Alan: You’re not a boy.

From Spikes: No, SIR!

From Alan: Very funny.

From Spikes: Not many mistakes a master can make. He’s ALWAYS right.

From Alan: Sounds like you know.

From Spikes: Sounds like you need more than being fucked by a cop. Maybe some real punishment from a strong hand?

From Alan: I should be beaten for sending you these pictures. Here’s another one

From Spikes: That definitely deserves punishment. And a good top always takes full responsibility for his actions.

From Alan: I wouldn’t let you punish me. I know my soft spots better than anyone.

From Spikes: Well after you’re punished, you gonna go on as a bottom or revert to being a top?

From Alan: I’m a natural top. Probably so are you.

From Spikes: Okay. And I’m sure you can see this coming, but why would you punish yourself? For being married.

From Alan: Maybe for being married and talking with you.

From Spikes: Is this a confession now? I mean, I don’t know you and you don’t know me.

From Alan: So we think.

From Spikes: What are you hoping to accomplish?

From Alan: A priest can only confess to a priest. A top can only confess to another. I’ve bared my dick to you at its most vulnerable. My soul is cleansed.

From Spikes: So be it. Very impressive. So are you game to play sometime? And what are you looking for? I’m sure we can figure out what we’re both interested in. And do you have another face pic handy? Without a suit?

From Alan: Without a shirt?

From Spikes: That would be cool.

From Alan: Sending pictures of my dick is enough.

From Spikes: Maybe for you.

From Alan: For both of us.

From Spikes: Alright. So are you interested in meeting and fucking for a weekend?

From Alan: I couldn’t get a weekend free for a funeral.

From Spikes: That’s right. Married. You don’t talk like a married guy.

From Alan: What’s a married guy talk like?

From Spikes: More defensive.

From Alan: Sounds like you know a few.

From Spikes: I fuck a lot of them.

From Alan: Why?

From Spikes: Because they like me to. Not a lot of married guys around here like fucking. They all want to bottom.

From Alan: So I’ve seen.

From Spikes: Going to the leather event this weekend?

From Alan: I’m a bit more private.

From Spikes: Into leather at all?

From Alan: Not the way you’re thinking.

From Spikes: Into boots?

From Alan: Mainly into naked men

From Spikes: Nothing wrong with that. I’m guessing you’re discreet because of your marriage.

From Alan: And my job.

From Spikes: Corporate guy?

From Alan: Only in the loosest sense. But I was born discrete. Probably from growing up around too many people.

From Spikes: A man of silence and few words is interesting.

From Alan: That’s an illusion, but thanks. As my wife could tell you, I can use 5,000 words before breakfast.

From Spikes: Why don’t we keep her out of this?

From Alan: Soften your dick?

From Spikes: Harden yours?

From Alan: OK, agreed. But I use words to hide things, not clarify.

From Spikes: Interesting, to say the least. And I don’t mean to take things off dicks, but I really am enjoying this chat. Meeting you for a drink sometime might be good.

From Alan: That would be great.

From Spikes: Some weekend when you’re not wearing that suit to a funeral.

From Alan: Why weekend?

From Spikes: Weekdays are bad. Good bad. Just very busy.

From Alan: So you’re only gay on weekends?

From Spikes: Today’s Tuesday. What’s left of it. I’d fuck you right now. Is that enough?.

From Alan: You skipped the drink.

From Spikes: I’d fuck you and your drink.

From Alan: What about sucking me and my drink?

From Spikes: Once you get to the point of sucking or fucking, who needs alcohol? And the advantage of skipping a bar is we can fuck each other in my barn.

From Alan: Not sure I’ve even been fucked in a barn.

From Spikes: But you remember faces?

From Alan: And you remember bad jokes.

From Spikes: Exactly. So let me play with you.

From Alan: I’ll think about it. Though I’ve never thought about being fucked in a barn.

From Spikes: It’s fun.

From Alan: When I was in high school, I stripped in the middle of a cornfield and jerked off.

From Spikes: Bet you got your ass bit.

From Alan: Yep, covered with mosquito bites.

From Spikes: I like the way you’re slowly revealing yourself. Tell me more. You couldn’t have grown up on a farm or you’d know that barns were for fucking.

From Alan: I grew up near farms. Of course, you can’t help that around here. You know that.

From Spikes: Yeah. But only a kid from the burbs would be dumb enough to strip in a cornfield and think he could get off.

From Alan: I did.

From Spikes: How?

From Alan: Just being naked in the cornfield.

From Spikes: Should have looked up at the stars.

From Alan: Who said it was at night?

From Spikes: A huge idiot.

From Alan: It was on a bet. I knew guys who grew up on farms.

From Spikes: I knew guys who fucked chickens they were sent to kill for dinner.

From Alan: That why you ran away to the Navy?

From Spikes: Nah, that was for being caught letting myself be sucked off by a newborn calf.

From Alan: You’re joking.

From Spikes: Yeah, I never played with animals. That wasn’t my thing. But I know guys who did.

From Alan: So do I, actually. Unless he was joking, too. I’ve never met him, but we’ve been friends online for years..

From Spikes: I mainly used to jack off in the tractor cab. And I’ve been sucked off in the combine. And I loved being sucked off and jacked off by a buddy when we were camping as teenagers. He’s now openly gay with a partner and an adopted son. That’s more than I’m comfortable with.

From Alan: Why?

From Spikes: I’m too old to be a parent.

From Alan: I’ve got another 10 years.

From Spikes: You’ve got kids too?

From Alan: The whole deal.

From Spikes: I don’t think I have a nurturing gene in me. Too selfish.

From Alan: I like hearing your farm stories. I like you letting your guard down, too.

From Spikes: We’re actually becoming friends by conversation.

From Alan: You didn’t give yourself a lot to hide behind. In one of your photos, you’re spread naked on that bed.

From Spikes: You can’t see my face.

From Alan: It still takes a lot of courage to show yourself that way.

From Spikes: I’m defended by my spiked collar.

From Alan: Do you really wear that?

From Spikes: Nah, it’s all for show. And I’m kind of like you with my pics. You’ll never see my dick and my face together. But I don’t mind showing off my body. That’s fun. It’s as much of a tease as insisting you show me your dick.

From Alan: I just realized you’re right. I’m looking at 3 pictures, and you’re wearing the spikes in all of them. But only one has your face.

From Spikes: I’m a clever guy.

From Alan: Cagey as a married man.

From Spikes: The other reason I demanded your dick is cause you’re a top and I didn’t think you’d follow through. But now that you know what I’m doing, and I know what you’re doing, neither of us can get hurt.

From Alan: Unless I let you fuck me in your barn

From Spikes: That’s a fantasy. I know it won’t happen. But it’s fun to think about. I can almost feel my balls slapping on your butt and my dick tickling your hole. And you know if I fucked you, I’d turn around and let you reciprocate.

From Alan: There’s a carrot.

From Spikes: Well I’ve got the idea that you’re fine. That’s almost worth as much as fucking.

From Alan: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done in that barn?

From Spikes: Promised a guy I’d let him fuck me then reneged.

From Alan: Funny man again.

From Spikes: The worst thing wasn’t in the barn.

From Alan: The worst thing I’ve ever done – and obviously still am doing – is sleeping around.

From Spikes: Dicks gotta do what a dick’s gotta.

From Alan: And I’m a dick – prime meat

From Spikes: You’re bragging.

From Alan: OK, an asshole dick.

From Spikes: Farting.

From Alan: Limp.

From Spikes: You still look hot.

From Alan: Thanks.

From Spikes: And the worse thing I’ve ever done was harass one of my employees. He was an ex-Marine, but a complete wimp. I’ll never know how they let him get through service with his balls intact. They were ‘cause I saw them. One night, he gave away 300 bucks in bad change. The fucker couldn’t add or subtract, and I only hired him because he was ex-miltary. This was years ago, after the navy but before I was a cop. I was managing a 7-11. When I came in that morning and discovered what he’d done, I made him make change for me for an hour, and when he still couldn’t do it, I yanked down his pants, yanked down his shorts, and fired his candy ass.

From Alan: Why?

From Spikes: Cause he’d cost me my job.

From Alan: Why?

From Spikes: Cause I didn’t have the cash to cover for him and I had an asshole boss.

From Alan: You do the same thing now, you’d be sued for sexual harassment.

From Spikes: I was gonna be fired anyway and at least I got to see his nervous little dick. He was as hot as he was stupid.

From Alan: Was that the first time he’d messed up?

From Spikes: It wasn’t even the fourth. I kept him around cause I liked looking at him. Plus his wife was pregnant. But he’d always fucked up small and I could cover it with the store slush fund.

From Alan: What did you do after you got fired?

From Spikes: I didn’t let that happen – couldn’t have it on my record. I gave notice saying I’d gotten a better offer then kept slopping money around for 2 weeks till I could cover the loss. It was a dumb job, but I was already trying to become a cop and I needed to be clean. But it was easy money and I missed it.

From Alan: You’re lucky things went in your favor.

From Spikes: Cept I’ve never forgiven myself for humiliating the jerk.

From Alan: That where you got the taste for it?

From Spikes: I don’t know where that came from. Earliest I remember learning about sex was in the barn when I got taught about animal fucking. Earliest I remember humiliation was maybe in the 5th or 6th grade when I learned what Fuck You meant. Earliest I put that in practice was maybe a few years later when I tied up a friend in the barn. I don’t remember why. I think we were having fun. And I didn’t dare fuck him cause he was my best friend. But he sure made my dick hard.

From Alan: Were you hard with the marine?

From Spikes: I don’t even remember. I just remember how pissed off I was. And baring his dick was better than punching him in the face. Though I think he would’ve preferred the punch. He would’ve known how to handle that.

From Alan: You ever apologize?

From Spikes: I never apologize for sex. And I was pretty used to taking off guys’ clothes by then. Maybe that’s why I did it.

From Alan: Still pretty nasty.

From Spikes: He lost the money.

From Alan: Here’s one more photo for you. Something I had around.

From Spikes: Nice.

From Alan: It’s a couple of years old. Out at the lake.

From Spikes: You’ve got a sweet back. Ever think of flogging it?

From Alan: You take the weirdest turns.

From Spikes: Well?
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From Alan: There are so many reasons I’d never let that happen. No marks. And I’m way too vain.

From Spikes: I wouldn’t mess you up. Just a little pain. More discomfort.

From Alan: I’d think half the fun of flogging would be raising welts. Otherwise, there’s no proof you’ve been there.

From Spikes: I’ve done it several times. From both ends. Maybe to prove something to myself.

From Alan: What?

From Spikes: That I could take it.

From Alan: I already know that about you, and we’ve never met.

From Spikes: We all learn our own ways. And there was a rush. But it was a lesson well learned.

From Alan: There’s a certain pleasure in discipline.

From Spikes: And self-discipline.

From Alan: There’s a game I play with myself when I’m fucking. I work to keep my pulse steady. At least when I’m with a guy. It’s different with my wife.

From Spikes: I told you. I don’t want to hear.

From Alan: The point is to keep control. When I lose that – when my pulse is soaring – I only want to get off.

From Spikes: No skill in that.

From Alan: Nope.

From Spikes: Though fucking out of control can be fun. Pure emotion. I wouldn’t do it every day. But every once in a while...

From Alan: That’s fine if you can depend on the other guy helping to get you there. But so many just want you to deliver the rush.

From Spikes: They want a guy to take them where they’re afraid to go. But we got to take ourselves there first.

From Alan: Yep.

From Spikes: And I can’t stop thinking about your dick. I’m not even looking at the pics and I can’t get it out of my head.

From Alan: I shouldn’t have sent the photos.

From Spikes: Nah, the great thing about dicks is they lead us to adventures. Did I tell you about the guy with the white square?

From Alan: Not that I remember.

From Spikes: I found his pic online. Different site from this one. Guys there block out their privates.

From Alan: I only use this site.

From Spikes: Good build. Nice face. Naked except for a little white square covering his dick and balls.

From Alan: A modest man

From Spikes: You know what I did with that square? Photoshopped my own dick and balls over it. Looked pretty good and I sent it to him.

From Alan: Did he laugh?

From Spikes: He said it looked about right and sent me the real photo. I couldn’t tell the difference.

From Alan: And you’re a specialist.

From Spikes: I thought he was messing with me, but his definitely wasn’t faked.

From Alan: You ever meet the guy?

From Spikes: Oh, yeah. That was all the introduction we needed – dicks separated at birth.

From Alan: Sounds painful.

From Spikes: Didn’t mean that. And oh the licking he gave me.

From Alan: Tongue licking? Beating?

From Spikes: Tongue – powerful tongue, Maybe someday I can demonstrate.

From Alan: I don’t know. I’m trying to pull back. But the thought of a guy like you, on his knees and sucking off a guy like me, is nice revenge for the marine.

From Spikes: Let go of him. He’s probably a grandfather by now. Stupidity runs in his genes.

From Alan: As it seems to run in mine. Here’s one last photo..

From Spikes: You’re killing me with these pics. But I love ‘em.

From Alan: Again at the lake.

From Spikes: Aw – with your wife and kids. I warned you about that.

From Alan: I’m trying to kill your dream – and maybe mine. Or trying to get you horny enough to hunt other guys.

From Spikes: As if I need encouragement.

From Alan: It’s unfair to keep teasing you.

From Spikes: I like it. You gotta know that

From Alan: No – I’ve got to stop messing around.

From Spikes: It’s my mind. Mess all you want. The only thing missing from your pics is my mouth.

From Alan: You’re getting desperate.

From Spikes: You keep sending pics.

From Alan: Too willing an audience.

From Spikes: Got to share, boy. And make me 1st in line.

From Alan: I’ve got to get some sleep. I’ve been having too much fun.

From Spikes: More shots another time?

From Alan: Maybe just talk.

From Spikes: That’s good. I’m usually here late evening.

From Alan: I’m on after 11:00. But not for this long.

From Spikes: Think we’re ever gonna meet?

From Alan: Bet my right ball.