The Fishbowl- Part 2

I think I'm having too much fun writing this series because I have so many ideas ready to go for the next few parts! Feel free to hit up my inbox or the comment section though with suggestions, and VIPs, check the Discord for photos of the man I was fantasizing about in my head as I wrote this part...

You ready for your first check-in?

My phone brought me back to reality. I’d decided to pass the time by reading a book, but I’d spent too much time roaming around my house trying to find a spot to read. The bedroom was obviously out, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to go back in there until tonight once it was completely dark. My office had a window looking out the back of the house as well, so that was out too.

So, unless I was prepared to drag a chair into my kitchen to hide, that left the living room. My couch faced the large window, but I had a chair in the corner of the room that could work. If someone really looked inside, then they could see me, but they wouldn’t notice if they just casually walked by on the sidewalk.

I was actually a few chapters in when my phone buzzed, and I took just a few calming breaths before I picked it up. Sam was texting asking for a check in, and I responded with just an angry face emoji as my reply. His answer came in the form of a FaceTime call without another text.

“Well, hello there, stud. Let’s get a little 360 turn so I can see who I’ve been playing with for weeks.”

This season, I think I friended everyone on Instagram, so I knew who they were, but the relationship ended there. I’d like their photos, and we’d occasionally do group calls during big games, but never something like this. I’d only called Tom on the phone once to troubleshoot some website error since it popped up right before a game.

“Sorry Sam, but that’s going to cost extra.”

“Let’s just say I’ve pre-paid.” There was a determined look on his face as he stared into his phone, clothed and confident on his end. “Stand up for me.”

I knew that this wasn’t a request, and right now, I didn’t know what my next options were. My credit card details were on the site to register for this league- could he somehow get access to that? No, right? Or…

I stood up and propped up my phone on my coffee table, and I tried to stay as far in the corner as I could. I could see my body in the corner of the screen, and there was just too much skin on display. Even at this distance, I could see how pale my face was and nervous I looked to be exposed.

Oh my god, could he be screen recording this call? Could you do that while FaceTiming someone?

“You look good, Ian. I like you better in this outfit than in that ratty old Chiefs jersey.”

“Hey, I was a fan before Mahomes or Kelce got drafted- just for your information.”

“And yet you still jerk off to him and his brother, don’t you?”

Sam looked strikingly similar to Jason Kelce, and with the blush spreading to my cheeks, I couldn’t hide the fact that I had fantasized about Sam in nothing but an Eagles jersey at least once.

“That’s what I thought.”

He was leaning into the camera now to get a closer look at me, and as he slid forward in his chair, there was a small peek of his leg for just a moment. Was he wearing khakis? Or was that actually his thigh that I saw without any fabric whatsoever?

“I think I need to get a better look at you. Why don’t you move over in front of a window so I can see you better?”

He was smiling knowing that I couldn’t deny his request- I was at his mercy, and he also knew that my windows were all wide open and ready to go. Shifting my camera, I took two steps to the right and stood right in the center of my window that was thankfully looking out over an empty neighborhood.

“Turn to the side for me.”

I did as I was told, and I didn’t like that I wasn’t hesitating at all now. This didn’t feel like a normal dare anymore, and I was realizing now that I didn’t know who had gotten last in the league the previous year. I should have tried to ask them what to expect.

“Huh, I was right.”

“About what?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were just packing or not, but you are getting hard.” 

Looking into the camera, I saw that I couldn’t deny how Sam was making me feel. My cock was at a half chub now, and it was making its way to full arousal. I didn’t know how I’d calm myself down, but I shouldn’t have worried about that detail- Sam wasn’t going to give me the opportunity anyway.

“Jerk off for thirty seconds for me.”

“You’re fucking kidding, right?”

“You know that I’m not. Wrap that hand around your shaft and fuck yourself.”

And then I did as I was told. I pushed the thought from my head as soon as it appeared, but I wanted to be a good boy for Sam. I wanted to-

“Shit!”

“Keep stroking- don’t turn your head.”

There was a neighbor, a man that I’d talked to before, walking his dog in my view now. I could see him in my phone screen, and I didn’t dare to turn towards the window. So, with time still on the countdown, I kept stroking until my dick starting pointing further skyward. Even as he stopped on the sidewalk and stared directly towards my window, I kept pumping my cock back and forth until Sam finally stopped me.

I hadn’t been counting in my head, but I knew that the thirty second mark had passed long ago. He had waited until my neighbor had finally begun walking again to let me fall back into the chair in the corner.

“So Ian, are you going to cum all over that chest right now?”

“I’m going to go take a cold shower.”

“As long as you keep your phone with you, then I’ll allow it. I’ll be calling again.”

He hung up on me, and that let me finally let go of the breath that I’d been holding. This dare was going to be harder than I’d ever imagined…