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Butch: Sol…

Sol: Too much? Are your fingers itching to touch it? Is there pre-cum?

Butch: I hate U.

Sol; OMG there is, isn’t there? You feel like you want to pop any second.

Butch: I’m going to do this, okay? 3 more days.

Sol: Go you. And now I’m going too. Hang in there.

Friday, September 16

Butch: Thought I’d text first for a change.

Sol: Nice surprise.

Butch: What have you done to me?

Sol: ???

Butch: I could go for a few days without feeling the need to jerk off. Hell, at my age, I could go for a month without sex. But it’s been 5 days and it’s all I can think about. I blame you.

Sol: I couldn’t make it easy on you, could I? Had to make it more of a challenge.

Butch: You’ve done that, alright.

Sol: Want to talk about how you’re going to cum on Sunday?

Butch: How??? You’re kidding, right? I’m just gonna call you, say ‘Hey, guess what? It’s been a week.’ Then I’ll drop trou, give it maybe one or two tugs, and that’ll be all she wrote.

Sol: Oh sweetheart, you think it’s going to be that easy?

Butch: Sol… what do you mean?

Sol: You’ll have to wait till Sunday to find out. Now I need to get back to work. I’ll be thinking of you.

Butch: Wait.

Sol: What’s up?

Butch: This thing we’re doing…

Sol: What about it?

Butch: You do this with subs, right? That’s what you said?

Sol: Yes.

Butch: So… what does that make me?

Sol: Right now, it makes you a guy who’s trying something new, something different. Because your way was getting a little tired, wasn’t it? Deep down you wanted to break it off with Teague, but he got in there first.

Butch: How the fuck do you see what’s in my head?

Sol: It’s a gift. But I’m right, aren’t I? You’re doing this because you *need* this.

Butch: yeah.