Cyber Sex

<RentBoy> *pulls you close as he runs his hands over your body* <MAKER> *kisses you softly, tracing my tongue over your lips*

Josh stretched in his chair and closed his eyes. They ached from staring at the screen for so long. They'd been chatting for hours. Every time they got together it seemed to end up that way. For some reason they just couldn't part. It was strange to have so much to say to someone he didn't know very well. Nothing, he knew nothing about him really. Didn't know his real name, had no clue where he lived, or even how old he was. But it still felt odd saying he knew nothing about him. He knew his inner most secrets and his hottest fantasies. They'd shared so much of their souls, they just never quite got around to sharing their lives. He opened his eyes and looked back down, a new message had popped up.

<RentBoy> Shite, look at what time it is. I've got to be at work in a few hours.

<MAKER> Ah, the daily grind, how exciting ;)

<RentBoy> Stuff it, rich boy!

<MAKER> Jealous???

Josh laughed. He didn't need to work, or beg for money. That hundred thousand had been a nice start, but once he found where his brother's nest egg had been stashed he knew he was set for a good long time. All he had to worry about was school, which left plenty of time open for his nightly romps through cyberland.

<RentBoy> Just be careful. You'd be surprised how fast money leaves you when you spend it with your eyes closed.

<MAKER> Yes mother.

<RentBoy> I'm only thinking of you, kid.

<MAKER> *laugh* I know.

<RentBoy> So you gonna be on tomorrow night, then?

<MAKER> No, I got a late class. The day after?

<RentBoy> It's a date. *gives you one final kiss goodbye*

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Mark rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. "Bugger me!" he shouted and leapt from the sheets. He had been so tired when he finally crawled into bed last night he had completely forgotten to set his alarm. That computer would cost him his job if he wasn't careful. He got up and started throwing on his cloths. He hated working, hated everything about it. How the hell had he gone through all that money so fast? Too many parties, too many girls, and once he started discovering them, too many boys too. All of them standing there with their hands open and him more than willing to lavish them with gold.

So where was he now? Right back where he'd started. Another country but the same old bullshit. Showing apartments to fuckers who could never make up their minds, made him show them ten thousand places before finally settling on the one they'd seen the first time. America, he hated it here. He hated the food, hated the air, hated everyone saying "Oh, what a lovely accent, where ever are you from?" But he had fucked himself over from ever being able to go home again.

As he pulled into the parking lot he saw someone sitting on the steps to the building. Shit, the client had beaten him here, Mark had been afraid of that. He fixed his suit jacket, took a deep breath, and headed for the front of the building. "Mr. Minell, I presume," he said, putting on his best salesman voice and extending his hand. "How good it is to finally meet you in person. I'm so sorry I'm late, unavoidable circumstance. I hope you haven't been waiting long." "No," Josh said, stifling a yawn. "Just got here, had a late night last night."

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Mark held open the door and let Josh walk in before him. He caught himself staring at his ass and forced himself to look away. He followed him into the empty living room. It was a huge, circular room, with beautiful hardwood floors and large picture windows that covered one entire wall. "It has two bedrooms, two bath, and a full kitchen," Mark said. "Plus, all utilities will be included in the rent. One less thing to worry about, right Mr. Minell?" "Call me Josh," he said over his shoulder.

"Josh, yes. Well, some other features..."

"And you are?" he asked turning around.

"Mark," he stammered out. Those eyes were so brilliant he felt paralyzed by them.

Josh smiled, turning back to the windows. "It's got a great view. You can practically see the whole city from up here."

"Yes," Mark said, trying hard to remember how to do his job, his mind seemed pretty blank at the moment.

"It is a beautiful city."

"Are you just moving here Mr. Min...Josh?"

"No, I've been here a while, in college this past year, living in a dorm. But, the semester's almost over, don't feel like going home. Once you get a sense of freedom you kind of get spoiled to it."

The two of them walked through the spacious apartment. Mark somewhat regained his composure and continued listing the building's many features. It was a chore to keep his eyes on the apartment or his notepad, and not on the person standing in front of him. He kept cursing at himself. His numbers were down at work and he needed to rent to this client or he may get fired. The last thing he needed was for him to take offense at his attentions or worse, call his boss and say the salesman was making a pass at his clients. "Also," he said, finishing his speech, "you will have full use of the buildings pool facilities. Well now, what do you think?"

Josh looked around, it was more than he had hoped for. It was well within his price range, plus the place itself was beautiful. That's why he was really surprised when he opened his mouth and said, "I'm not sure."

"No? Well do you have any questions?"

"No, it's great, what I mean is that, well..."

"It's just a big decision, I'm sure. Perhaps you'd like to see a few more?" Josh nodded, that's exactly what he wanted. Mark led him down to his car, a pretty old model but it still ran. Josh got in and tried to take a deep breath. Why was his stomach fluttering so much? They looked at three more apartments that day, but Josh couldn't remember a single detail about any of them, he hadn't been paying attention. But if you asked him what the man showing them looked like, he could describe him down to the exact location of the moles on his face.

When they parted, Josh was still saying he wasn't sure and needed more time to think. He was sure Mark was getting annoyed by this, but he seemed more than happy to take him showing again tomorrow. "This is my card," he said. "Both my work and home number is on there. Just give me a call in the morning and I'm sure I'll have something else for you."

Josh skipped his late class, instead wandering around campus, just thinking of that face. Tomorrow seemed too far away.

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<MAKER> *I slowly unbutton your shirt as I trace kisses down your neck*

<RentBoy> *puts his hand down your pants to feel your hard cock*

Josh looked at the screen passively. He should have been more into this, he usually was, but tonight he just couldn't get with it. He kept typing, feeling like he owed it to RentBoy, but his mind was wandering.

<MAKER> *slide your shirt off and run my hands over your smooth chest*

Mark, that name kept floating through his mind. It had been two weeks since he'd first met him and he still couldn't stop thinking about him. Everyday they toured apartments, they had probabley been in every vacant one the city had to offer, but Josh still just said "I'm not sure..." At least now he knew why he was saying it, because he knew if he did he'd get to see Mark the next day. It was pathetic and desperate, he knew that, but he just loved being so close to him.

<RentBoy> *pulls your pants off and starts stroking your cock*

Josh reached down to the bulge in his jeans, it had been there all evening. He rubbed it a few times. Rents had gotten him off more times then he could count. Their little fling had been fun for him, a way to curb his sexual frustration since he seemed to be in a bit of a slump. Tonight it wasn't the same, that bulge had been there since before he'd logged on. It was no use, he couldn't get off on Rents tonight, not now that he had a face to go with his agitated errection. He pulled the business card out of his pocket. It was crumpled and smudged from him holding it so much. 'Should I call? No!' Josh focused his attention on the computer.

<MAKER> *kisses you full on the lips while undoing your jeans*

He glanced at the phone. 'No,' he thought, 'it's 8 o'clock on a Friday night, he's probabley out, he's probabley got a date. He's out with some beautiful woman having the time of his life, he's probabley...'

<RentBoy> *tugging your cock gentley, my free hand rolls your nipple between my fingers*

A hot flash passed through Josh and he grabbed the phone without even thinking. Ring... 'He's not home, this is stupid to try.' Ring... 'What will you even say if he does answer?' Ring... 'Just hang up now!'

He started to lower his hand when he heard, "Hello." Josh froze for a minute, he really hadn't expected him to answer and was now at a loss for words. "Hello?" the voice repeated.

"Hi," Josh stammered out, cleared his throat and then continued. "Um, hello, this is Josh Minell, I'm sorry to call so late, am I interrupting something?"

"Oh, no! I'm... just... finishing up some paper work is all."

"Yeah, me too." Josh glanced back at the monitor. He felt guilty for leaving RentBoy hanging like that.

<MAKER> *rubs his hips against yours*

"What can I do for you, Josh?"

"Well, I was just thinking," his mind raced, what was he thinking about? What could be the reason he called? "Um, about the apartment! The first one I mean, that we looked at. Is it still free?"

"Oh yes, still vacant."

"Well, because I was thinking that one really was the best, I'm almost sure that's the one I want."

<RentBoy> MAKER, I have to go, something's come up, I'll talk to you tomorrow *kiss*

'Perfect timing,' Josh thought, switching off his computer.

"Perhaps you'd like to see it again," Mark said.

"Now?"

"Well, I have the keys right here, if you're not busy. Or maybe tomorrow would be more practical."

"No, now's fine, now's great. You want me to meet you there?"

"That'd be perfect. Say, half an hour?"

"I'll be there." Josh hung up and headed straight to the shower. 'This was stupid,' he kept telling himself. 'You're getting your hopes up for nothing.' But the thought of seeing him again was enough to overpower his rational mind.

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They walked into the empty room. Mark flipped the light switch but nothing happened. "Damn," he said. "They must have cut the power since it's been empty so long. I'm sorry."

"That's alright," Josh said, gazing out the large picture windows. "The moonlight's fine." Mark stared at that beautiful face half covered in shadow. His eyes followed the gentle curve between his shoulder blades, the way his spine swooped down to his his perfectly shaped ass. Mark kept his distance. Everyday they were together he made sure to stay three paces away from him, that was his rule. The closer he got, the harder it was to resist the urge to touch him, stroke that glorious hair, or kiss his full lips. The air felt tense to him, he was worried Josh would pick up on it. He glanced around the apartment, desperately searching for something to push him back into salesman and stop him from being this gawking schoolboy. "Oh here," he said, walking over to the wall and crouching down. "I never showed you these moldings, they're all original, as old as the building itself."

Josh walked up behind him, looking over his shoulder. As soon as Mark felt how close he was he regretted ever having done this. He immediately tried to stand up but tripped on Josh's shoe and stumbled backwards. Josh caught him, his arms wrapping around his chest. "Sorry," he stammered.

"It's okay," Josh said.

They stood there, neither man being able to break the embrace they had waited so long for. Their breathing grew heavier, and their eyes betrayed their true feelings. Slowly, Josh let his arms pull tighter around him. Their faces inched closer as they pressed their lips together in that first, awkward kiss.

Mark turned around so he was facing him. "I didn't think you were like that," he whispered.

"I didn't think you were either," Josh said with a smile.

"So we waited two weeks..."

"...for nothing," Josh finished and both boys started laughing, the sound echoing off the bare walls. Softly, it died down, and they stared deep into each other's eyes, unable to break the gaze. Mark placed his finger on Josh's forehead and traced a line down his temple, over his perfectly chisled cheekbone, and let it come to rest on his pouting lower lip. Josh pulled the finger into his mouth, his tongue grabbing at it softly and guiding it deep inside. Both men sunk to the floor, Josh covering Mark and pressing his body into the cold, hard wood. Holding onto his wrist, Josh closed his eyes and let his mouth roll over Mark's finger, savouring the feel of it. Mark let his free hand rome over Josh's body and finally come to rest on his crotch. He pushed against the hard bulge and heard a stifled moan, feeling it vibrate across the finger deep in his beautiful mouth.

He undid Josh's pants and pushed them down a bit. He wrapped his fingers around his massive cock and just held it, letting his palm learn every curve of it. He pulled his finger out of Josh's mouth, eliciting a small whimper of protest, and placed the wet digit at the opening of his small hole. Slowly he slid it in, one knuckle at a time, while Josh held onto his shoulders tightly, his hips starting to buck involuntarily. "Yes," he whispered into Mark's ear as he unsuccessfully tried to quiet the moans flying from his lips.

His hands found Mark's fly and opened it, pulling out his smaller, but no less impressive equipment. He rubbed it's length, feeling it bump up against his own in their tight embrace. Mark's finger was pumping in and out of him, his warm hand still unmoving on his engorged shaft. He looked down and saw his own precum glisten in the moonlight. Josh rocked his hips against him again, sending a jolt of electricity throughout his body. He opened his mouth and let a small sigh escape him. His touch was magical, better then he had ever imagined, something that had to be experienced to truely understand. "Oh God," Josh whispered and started bucking his hips wildly, desperate for some movement on his cock.

Mark smiled and rolled him over, pushing him gentley to the floor as he removed his finger and untangled Josh's hand from his own erection. He pushed himself down, laying across Josh's legs, and let his tongue trace up and down his shaft. He ran it up to the head before wrapping his lips around him and slowly letting it disappear into his mouth. Josh thrust up slowly, feeling himself go deeper into the softness of Mark's mouth. He felt his tongue stroke him, felt his lips pressed firmly to him. "I want you," he said, desperately pulling at Mark's shoulders, unable to make coherent sentences, "let me have you."

Mark got the hint and pulled himself onto his knees. Without missing a beat he pulled himself around and let his thighs straddle Josh's face. Immediately, he felt his luscious lips go to work. The two men fell into a frenzied rhythm, their heads bobbing up and down in almost perfect unison. A cloud passed over the full moon, leaving the room in almost complete darkness, and they both came, their muffled groans filling the blackened space. Mark fell to the floor, breathing heavily, and rested there a second before turning himself around so he was lying side by side with Josh. The cloud made it's way across the sky and left the moon to shine in on the young couple. Shadows danced across their smiling faces as they held each other close. "So, Mr. Minell," Mark said, "what do you think of the apartment now?"

"I'll take it."

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Mark stumbled through the door and plopped the box onto the floor, out of breath. He looked over at Josh, sitting on the floor typing noisily. The computer was the only thing out of it's box, even the table still wasn't put together. "Are you going to help me with any of this?"

"I thought I'd make you work for your commission," Josh said, his smile reflected off the screen. He glanced up just in time to see Mark flying toward him, tackling him to the floor and laying on top of him. "Well, well, well, you're going to be really sorry when I refuse to carry that bed up all by myself."

Josh threw his arms around Mark's neck, "We didn't need a bed last time we were in this place." He pulled him down into a soft kiss, letting it deepen as their lips parted. The past week had been hell. Finishing up with school had taken all of Josh's free time, not leaving much for anything else. But now with finals out of the way and classes over, he had all summer to do as he pleased. No parents, no teachers, no one asking questions or giving orders. Just him and Mark doing whatever came to mind. Mark pulled his head back, a soft smile curling his lips as he stared deep into Josh's eyes. "So, you gonna come help me with that bed?"

"Only if you promiss to spend the night."

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Josh glanced at the clock again. He should have been exhausted, they'd spent all day hauling boxes and putting together furniture, not to mention the other before bed activities. But he was restless and couldn't sleep and he knew why. He softly untangled himself from Mark and crept into the living room, closing the door behind him. He sat down at the computer and fidgeted impatiently as it booted up. "Damn," he whispered, as his "friends logged in" list popped up and RentBoy's name wasn't on it.

Opening an e-mail he started typing. Nothing in particular, just a how are you, a few dirty fantasies. It was an addiction, he knew it, but he just couldn't stop. He glanced up at the door, making sure it was still closed, half expecting Mark to standing there reading over his shoulder. "What are you doing?" he whispered to himself. "You've got a great guy asleep in your bed and you sneak out to write erotic e-mails to some fuck you've never even met." With a deep sigh, he hit send and shut the system down. He walked to the bedroom and slid back down beside Mark.

"Where'd ya go?" he mumbled.

"Just... went to get a drink," Josh said. Mark laid his head on his chest and fell back asleep, his breath hot on Josh's skin. He closed his eyes and settled back in bed, slowly stroking Mark's hair. 'Don't let some computer mess this up,' he thought to himself.