It couldn't have been a more beautiful evening. Carl always enjoyed moments like this. With only a few minutes before midnight, Southern California looked even more enchanting with the full moon out of hiding. Furthermore, the cool ocean breeze that swept across the basin provided a more comfortable locale. Many people in the city of Cerritos were already ready for rest. Carl, on the other hand, didn't feel like going to bed at this time. He kept the window in his study room open as he began reading his book. He had already plugged in his earphones to his smartphone and played classical music at a low volume. Reinhold Gliere's Harp Concerto was the appropriate background music while reading the next chapter.
For the next several minutes, the forty-year-old man stayed seated in his chair as he immersed himself in both melody and literature. All of a sudden, however, Gliere's soothing composition experienced a brief pause. Carl's smartphone had just vibrated for one second. He checked to see who sent him a text message at this time. As soon as he read the name on the screen, curiosity started to kick in. The text message had been sent by his daughter's boyfriend.
Eighteen-year-old Jerry seemed like a harmless young man. He had dated Carl's daughter, Olivia, for the past two months and nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened between the two of them. Jerry didn't appear to be the type that would grow aggressive if provoked the wrong way. Still, he remained healthy, kept a good physique, and made his blond hair long like a rock star's own. He must have been the perfect match for Olivia, since she didn't have any complaints about him.
Carl opened the text message and read it. Something didn't feel right. Even if he used a few words, Jerry had relied on simple communication to let Carl know what he felt right now.
(I want you.)
Carl immediately felt confused. He turned off the music and took off his earphones. He had to make sure that the message had been sent by Jerry and not an anonymous prankster. And when he confirmed that Jerry did indeed write those three words, Carl wrote a reply.
(Jerry, is that you?)
The older man waited for a response. It took only ten seconds for Jerry to respond:
(I want you to be with me tonight.)
Carl could only think of this as some kind of joke. He replied:
(Stop playing around, Jerry. I know you're just kidding.)
Jerry replied back:
(It's not a joke. I wish you were with me tonight. I wish I knew what it's like to be taken by you. I can't help myself. I want to be your bitch tonight.)
Carl took a deep breath. He didn't know how to reply to what Jerry had just written. He had to think about it for a whole minute before typing:
(You must not be Jerry. You must be someone else.)
A few seconds later, a new reply popped up on the screen.
(No, it really is me. And I am hungry for some dick right now.)
Carl had to sit in silence to understand why his daughter's boyfriend had sent him these messages.
It didn't take long for Jerry to send yet another.
(I want your dick. I want it inside me. I want it inside my mouth. I want to taste your seed and I want to swallow all of it. I'll give myself to you. Just name the time and place and I'll be there to satisfy you in any way I can.)
Carl suddenly began to imagine having his cock sucked by Jerry. It became an unusual image. Usually, Carl would imagine a woman doing that very deed. But because of the words written on the small screen, it was now Jerry's turn to fulfill the role. Carl already recognized how Jerry would behave. The young man would be gentle with his naughty act. He would just be himself while providing excellent service that Carl had searched for. Perhaps he would even grow more submissive with the purpose of feeling another man's touch.
But then, Carl snapped back into reality. He blinked a few times and shook his head. He reread Jerry's latest message.
Carl replied:
(I don't believe you.)
Jerry responded back with:
(Please accept the fact that I'm being honest. And trust me when I say that Olivia doesn't know anything about my true feelings for you.)
Carl's tightened his grip on his smartphone. He simply had enough. If what Jerry said was true, then there would be no room for betrayal in the family. Olivia would never trust him again if he ever let Jerry demonstrate his surreptitious abilities.
He could only respond with:
(We'll take about this later.)
He waited for Jerry's next response. But as minutes passed, Jerry remained silent onscreen. In fact, he didn't send another text message again for the night.
* * *
Carl barely had any sleep last night. He could only think about Jerry and his messages. And then, his mind had been flooded with more filthy imagery. He slowly tossed and turned in his own bed. He was lucky to have been a single father, with no one constantly asking him why he couldn't sleep tonight. Still, the thought of being in complete control of Jerry's body never vanished in his thoughts. He couldn't stop it. Not once did his imagination falter at a time like this. He only wished that he never read those messages. He wished that Jerry never told him how he really felt about him. Solitude in Cerritos had been ruined by curiosity.
He woke up in the early morning. His sleep lasted for only two hours. A cup of warm coffee would help him fight off the fatigue. Since he didn't have to go to work today, he decided to stay home for the day. As midday arrived, he sat in the living room in silence. He wore his earphones as he listened to some more classical music on his smartphone. Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun, composed by Claude Debussy, seemed appropriate. It at least calmed him down for the next ten minutes.
Eighteen-year-old Olivia showed up in the living room to inform him that she would be out of the house for the entire day to hang around with friends.
Carl asked, "Is Jerry joining you?"
Olivia shook her head. "No, he said that he's got some other stuff to do today."
Carl didn't say anything else. He just watched as his daughter left the house. The house had grown silent yet again. Carl was no longer in the mood to listen to music. Instead, he went upstairs. As soon as he took off his clothes, he stepped inside the shower and turned the faucet. The warm water helped alleviate the thoughts that centered on Jerry and his mischievous intentions. Carl breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he still didn't understand why Jerry would feel this way, he just felt glad that it didn't aggravate him as much as it did last night. He knew that he and Jerry would have a serious talk about this. He would have to give Jerry a call after taking his shower.
A few minutes later, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself with his towel before wrapping it around his waist. He exited the bathroom, but something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He quickly turned to see a familiar individual sitting on the edge of the bed. Carl held his breath.
"Jerry, how did you get in here?"
Jerry had a little smile on his face. "You gave me a spare key two weeks ago. Don't you remember?"
Carl did indeed remember. "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't I give you a little hint after all those text messages?"
"I don't think it's gonna happen."
Jerry stood up and stepped closer. "Oh, please. You don't realize how much I want you."
Carl raised an eyebrow. "How long have you felt this way?"
"Long enough. I adore you. You're such a great guy. I mean, look at those abs. They're extraordinary."
"...Thanks."
