trent and jerome

trent reznor swam across the pool, smooth as a fish, and just as sleek in his black speedo shorts. they were strange, they came all the way down to his knee, but he liked them especially when danny was around. he loved danny, but not the way he loved him. now jerome,was was a different story. jerome was very elusive. trent swam harder as he imagined himself swimming towards jerome. he envisioned his thick, soft eyelashes, his pouty pink lips, his pale pale skin, and his trendy outfit. he was a stylish dresser. very goth and somewhat bondage. he wore a thick black leather choker with a ring on it. trent fantasized about linking a leash onto it and leading jerome away on his knees. sometimes jerome wore dark crimson lipstick, and trent couldn't help but want to feel the sticky drag of it against his cock.

despite the freezing temperature in the pool, trent realized he had gotten hard. he climbed out of the pool, wrapped himself in a big white towel, and walked back into his house. he knew what he had to do. instead of his usual method off jerking off alone, he thought he'd try something new. he peeled off his speedo and spread the towel onto his couch. he brought the phone to the area along with a tissue box. he called up jerome. he thought there was a chance he'd be sleeping, as it was one at night. the phone rang four times and jerome answered.
'hello' came a somewhat choked reply.
'hey' trent said, wondering if that would suffice to be recognized.
'who is this? trent?'
'yeah, what're you doing?' trent replied, happy.
'i'm thinking about you of course' jerome said groggily.
'dreaming, sounds more like' trent said.
'well, it was a long day, you're a slave driver trent, what can i say...'
'what can you say...' he echoed as he stroked his semi hard cock with a knuckle.
'trent, are you lonley?' jerome asked, the smile in his voice visible.
'i'm always lonley for you baby...' trent supplied, feeling more hot and bothered now.
'mmmmhh...' jerome purred into the phone getting comfortable. 'well i miss you too trent'
'what do you miss about me?' trent asked, hoping jerome would play along.
'i... i miss the way your ass looks so sexy in tight jeans, and i miss the way your hair gets messed up as you're working on something and you can't keep your hands out of it' jerome said, sounding sleepily sincere, without any effort evident.
'what else?' trent asked, spreading the precum from the tip over the head.
'i miss the way you tell me i'm playing something wrong, and sometimes, you know, i'm just playing it wrong on purpose so you have to come over and show me how to do it. so i can have you up close to me.'
trent started stroking, with a firm, hard grasp, dragging, rubbing, against the skin. he put his feet up on the table, and pressed his head back onto the couch. he took the reciever away from his mouth as he let out a long, throaty groan of anguish.
'trent?'
'i'm here baby' he breathed out.
'no, seriously now, are you alright man? not feeling like you're gonna hurt yourself or anything right? i mean i can come over if you want, i'm totally awake.. i wasn't even sle.. well, yeah i was, but i'm up now.. so..'
'no, just... ... keep... ... keep... talking' trent got out in a not so controlled voice between faster strokes. he'd never heard his own voice as he masturbated before; usually there was nobody else there with him. the thrill of something new always did it for him. he found he was loosing control already.
'i'm not gonna have phone sex with you man, i was kidding, and so were you, now tell me if you want me to come the fuck over'
'i'm sorry, so how's everything going with sandi?'
'aw man, she's, i don't even , i , i think she just wanted to get close to you, you're all she talked about'
'talked?'
'i broke it off'
'ohhhh.... mmmy gii'm sorry to hear that'
'it's fine, she was kinda conceited anyway. trent are you tripping?"
'nnno i'm here, so uhhh, what did you do after you broke it off, did you go running?'
'i got buzzed'
'wish i'd 'a been there to see that glassy look on your face. you always look so sexy pissed'
'aright trent, i'm gonna go back to bed now'
'nno no no please, just answer a few more questions, you can be creative'
'fine, three questions and that's it'
trent stayed quiet, thinking, trying to think anyway as he stroked himself. these questions had to be just perfect to bring him off.
'anything?' trent asked hoarsly.
'anything, just hurry it up.'
'describe sucking a man's cock'
'aw shit man, what the fuck. it's late. you said..'
'no, you said...'
silence
'fine. alright. (more silence, then) i get down to my knees on the carpet between your legs. i rub my face against the crotch of your cargo's... that is what you're wearing right?'
'fuck that just keep going' trent replies harshly, hardening more and more.
'and then, i unbutton and unzip you with my teeth, i have some skill in this area, and it surprises you, shall i say, impresses, or anyway is about to impress you...'
'uhhh... d don't ... stop' trent moans.
in a very matter of fact casual tone, jerome continues. 'i take out your little buddy and i suck him into my mouth.'
'tell me about your mouth, be more enthusiastic fucker' trent commands, getting desparately close.
jerome begins to purr and moan in a mocking phonesex tone. 'mmm my luscious mouth is dark red, covered in goth gloss #2. it has a cherry flavor. it makes your dick all slippery and sweet. my mouth is hot, it's so hungry for you. i take you all the way in. i feel you in the back of my throat. you push your hips forward, thrusting into me. you put your hands in my hair and pull my head back and forth on your rod. you're so big you gag me, and when i choke, you pull out and slap my face.'
at this point jerome is really wrapped up in the story as the creative juices have begun to flow.
'and when you slap me, i can't stop a tear slipping out of my eye, it smears my mascara. you scream obscenities at me, you call me your little cocksucking slave. i suck as hard as i can and you pump into me even harder. your hips jerk forward without rhythm. you're pure passion unleashed.
jerome notices he can't hear trent's labored breathing anymore. 'trent?'
silence
'alright thanks man, see you tomorrow' trent says happily and hangs up.
jerome stares up at the ceiling in bed, he lets the reciever fall away from his face onto the pillow. he looks down at his right hand, which is holding his stiff cock. he drops his head back onto the pillow and closes his eyes. of course his mind supplied for him the most detailed and vivid images of him fucking trent. he did not know how he would possibly be able to sleep.