The Phone Call

The Phone Call
By: Kaiiz (wai808@yahoo.ca)

Disclaimer: This story includes graphic scenes of sexual nature between two consenting adult males. Do not read if A) it is illegal in your part of the country, B)you are under the ages of 18 or 21 or C) you get squirmish and pukey at this sort of stuff.

Author\'s Notes: Beta\'d by the lovely Steph. All remaining mistakes are proudly mine. Originally posted on ES and Nifty.

Copyright 2002 Kai
Revised 2005 Kaiiz

THE PHONE CALL

Alton\'s POV

\"Hey Alt, sorry I\'m late.\" I looked up from the stack of papers I was grading and smiled at my tardy friend. Mark grinned and plopped down into the seat across from me. Then he flagged down a waitress to order the coffee and cherry pie special.

\"So what\'s the story this time?\" Mark always managed to give a new and creative excuse every time he was late.

\"Damn kid rolled his ankle. He had mistaken himself for Michael Jordan again, and he landed badly. Of course, yours truly gets to stick around while the paramedics wheeled him away.\" Mark was the man in charge of the varsity basketball team at the college that we both worked at. He rolled his eyes and groaned. \"Sucks too, the kid\'s one of the best forwards I have this year. This is going to take him out of play for the rest of the season... and we\'re so close to the qualifiers too.\" Mark let out a loud sigh of disgust before focussing his attention on me. \"Whatcha doin\'?\"

\"It\'s my Intro to Neuro course. A small essay on the disorder of their choice.\" I picked up the current paper I was looking over and waved it at him. \"Sciatica, want a look?\" Mark scrunched up his face at me and pushed it away.

\"No way dude, keep your geeky stuff away from me.\" I grinned at him. It still amazed me, how despite our differences, we still managed to be good friends. I had a PhD. in Physiology and taught Neurology, Pathology, and basically anything that ended with an \"ology.\" Mark looked after our basketball team, but was also a senior authority on the Athletic Department. Where I liked to sit in on lectures of the latest update in medical findings, Mark preferred to sit down in arenas to watch whatever game that just happened to be in progress. I wore khakis and he wore sweat pants, I was the nerd and he was the jock.

But as it was, we\'ve been as close as friends could be for the last 5 years now. Despite how busy our schedules were, we still always met at the small cafe across from campus every Friday at 4pm.

\"Buddy, put that crap away and let the weekend begin.\" He picked up my backpack off the ground and began to cram the papers into it.

\"Hey,\" I protested and grabbed the essays back from him. \"Be careful with that! How am I supposed to explain to my students why their papers are all torn and folded up?\" Mark shrugged carelessly and offered me an apologetic grin. I rolled my eyes at him and proceeded to stack the papers into a plastic file. It was always hard to stay irritated at the man for long when he pulled that face. \"So, what are you and Dianne planning on doing this weekend?\" I asked. Dianne was Mark\'s wife and the older sister I never had.

Mark groaned again. \"The in-laws are coming over tomorrow night. She had done nothing but clean like a crazy maid since the beginning of this week. If I so much as lean against a pillow she squawks at me for flattening it.\" He snatched a french fry off of my plate and looked around the busy cafe rather impatiently. \"What the hell happened to my pie?\" Then he turned his attention back to me and asked what my plans were.

I shrugged. \"Nothing much really. Maybe I\'ll just finish grading these papers.\" Mark stared at me in disbelief.

\"What? That\'s for Sunday night! What about that guy you\'re seeing? What\'s his face again?\" Mark stared off hard into the crevice of his head, trying to remember my boyfriend\'s name. I widened my eyes at him and looked around to see if anyone had heard him. I wasn\'t completely out of the closet yet as I was still trying to come to terms with it. In fact, Mark seemed to have accepted my attraction to men far better than I was.

\"Must you be so loud?\" I complained.

\"Oh, right,\" Mark gulped guiltily and looked around as well. \"Sorry buddy.\" All was safe and he even noticed that the waitress was making her way towards them, the pie and coffee in her hands.

We stayed quiet until said food was placed onto the table and the waitress was out of hearing range. \"His name is Alan,\" I said.

Mark snapped his fingers. \"That\'s it! Alan... Alan the Accountant.\" Eagerly he dug into his pie, his fork piercing the bright red orbs of the fruit.

I cringed at the tag. \"Why must you say it like that?\"

Mark looked up at me, confused. \"Like what? He\'s an accountant right? His name\'s Alan right? What\'s the problem?\" The coach pointed his fork at me, \"But you know what? Hate to say this to you Alt, but the guy kinda plays up to the stereotype too well. I mean, look at him... suit and tie, not a hair out of place, kinda dull...\"

\"But that describes me too,\" I protested.

\"No it doesn\'t,\" Mark insisted. \"First of all, you haven\'t worn a suit in awhile now.\" He paused and looked over at my khakis and golf shirt. \"Second, your hair will never stay in place even if your life depended on it. It\'s as if it’s permanently stuck on \'messy-mode\'.\"

\"It gets windy out here,\" I muttered. I caught my reflection on the cafe window. Winter months allowed it to be dark enough by now to let the panel of glass to double as a mirror. It\'s true, my hair looked like it didn\'t know the meaning of \'comb\'.

Mark pushed his now-empty plate away from him. \"And Alt, trust me when I say this... I do not make a habit of hanging out with dull people. Sure, you read too much, by my standards, and watch the most boring documents on TV, but you\'re fun to hang out with when you\'re not doing that stuff.\"

\"Alright, you\'ve made your point.\" I grimaced at him. \"But these papers aren\'t going to mark themselves you know.\"

\"That\'s what Sunday evenings are for,\" he repeated.

I sighed. \"I don\'t even know if he\'s free tonight. Maybe we\'ll go for a coffee or something.\"

\"How long have you two been seeing each other now?\"

I frowned. \"Um, almost about a year now I think.\"

\"And the best you can think of doing is coffee?\"

\"Mark, it may not seem exciting to you but we enjoy each other\'s company. We don\'t need the atmosphere of the movie theatres or local bars.\"

\"Oh for crying aloud Alton, you\'re only 36 and you\'re acting like you\'re 63!\"

I sniffed. \"I\'m only 35.\" Mark rolled his eyes at me.

\"Whatever. Tell me,\" the other man leaned in close, \"when was the last time you two had wild, unadulterated sex? You know... letting down all your scruples and restraints?\"

I blushed and moved in my seat uncomfortably. \"Well, er...\" I hesitated. Mark was probably my closest friend and I trusted him enough to not judge me. And it was rather pointless to even think that I could hide anything from him anyway as the man had a talent for prying out kept secrets. \"We... Alan and I, we haven\'t really...\" I looked down at my cup of coffee, which was now held secured with my white-knuckled hands.

I sneaked a peek up at Mark to gauge his reaction and saw the other man staring at me with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. \"It\'s just something that we never explored or felt the need to,\" I rambled on. Oh, but who was I kidding? Inwardly I sighed and recalled all those nights when Alan would sit close to me on the couch, our hearts beating slightly faster as a result of a heated discussion. We would forget where we were and he would lean in close as I would lean in close. But never would our lips touch, as we would remember where we are and regain all composure once more.

Those nights I would go to bed, alone and frustrated, wishing that just once the calm and collective poise of my significant other would crumple and break, and ravish me thoroughly. I would dream that he would throw me onto the bed and take me to new levels of ecstasy that I have never experienced before. \"We thrive on each other\'s intellectual stimulus,\" I finished lamely when I realized that Mark was still staring at me in disbelief. \"Look, it\'s not something I can just force upon him. And besides, I don\'t think he\'s that interested in it,\" I whispered. \"I really like him Mark, and I don\'t want to screw things up because I get horny once in awhile.\"

\"But you\'re all for it, right?\" Mark asked. His friend was no longer showing signs of shock and was now concerned.

I let out a whoosh of breath. \"Of course I\'m all for it! The last few months I\'ve been starting to feel like a cat in heat. All I can think about is sex. But I just don\'t know how to go about bringing up a subject like that in front of Alan. He\'s too... proper.\"

\"I have an idea. Why not try phone sex first before the real thing?\"

I looked at him incredulously. \"I\'m not going to waste money on a 900 number to get my rocks off.\"

Mark sighed rudely and looked up heavenward. \"I KNOW you have a PhD but I swear to God you can be so dense sometimes Alton. You call Alan and flirt over the phone,\" he said slowly as if talking to a mere child.

\"Oh God no!\" I panicked. \"I can\'t. I\'ll be too embarrassed.\"

\"Trust me, buddy. It\'s not as bad as it seems because you can\'t see the other person. Dianne and I do it all the time when the team\'s playing out of town. And believe me, it can get pretty intense.\"

\"Geez Mark, I really did NOT need to know that about you two,\" I groaned.

Mark picked up a sugar packet and threw it at my forehead, hard. \"Grow up already. Will you just give it a try? If all goes as planned then you two will be going at it like bunnies in no time soon.\"

\"And if it fails?\"

Mark shrugged. \"I dunno, make up some lame excuse, like you were drunk and hopefully he\'ll buy it.\"

I sighed again. I suppose there was little to lose. And it did sound a lot more exciting than grading midterm papers.

~~~~~

Tick tick tick...

Tap tap tap...

I alternated my pen tapping with the ticking of the desk clock\'. It read close to midnight. Earlier in the evening I had tried to call Alan at home but to no avail. His cellular had also transferred me over to his voicemail. Disappointed, I had left him a short message and here I was still waiting for him to return my call.

All too soon I found myself on the last page of the last paper I had to mark. Finally, I gave up and decided that it was time for bed. When I stood to stretch, my back muscles protested and I groaned softly. I remembered what Mark had said earlier about me acting like a 63-year old and I frowned at the thought.

Slowly, I made my way towards the bathroom, stripping my clothes off on the way and leaving a trail behind. I studied myself in the mirror while I waited for the water to warm up. Turning my head so that I could see my left profile, then my right, I came to the conclusion that I made a rather plain sight. None of my features were spectacular enough to jump out. Brown hair, brown eyes, plain, but not unattractive I suppose, I mean we are supposed to be our own worse critic right?

I looked lower down at my naked body and grinned; I had to admit that I liked what I saw. Complaining at first, I had sacrificed an hour of sleep each day, five times a week, to meet Mark at the campus pool. All those early mornings I was forced to swim endless laps, trying not to be outdone by the coach. But after a few months when I had started to see a difference in the way my body looked, the complaints had ceased...er, well, became less frequent anyhow. And there I stood, nude in front of the mirror: muscles long and lean, shoulders broad, waist trim and stomach flat.

My chest was fairly smooth, and save for the thin trail that led towards my groin, my torso was basically free of hair. There was also a large part of my right calf that was sparse due to an accident which involved scalding hot water when I was a teen... not that my legs were particularly hairy to begin with. When the steam wafting from the shower caught my eye, I gave myself one last scrutiny in the mirror, and quickly stepped into the warm water.

~~~~~

For the umpteenth time I turned over and glanced at my alarm clock. The red numbers read 2:14am. A sudden case of insomnia must have set in and for the life of me I could not fall asleep. There weren\'t enough sheep in the world to even make me yawn.

My eyes travelled to the left of the clock where my phone sat. Clucking my tongue to the roof of my mouth for a bit, I finally sat myself up and reached for it. Quickly, I dialed the number to Alan\'s home phone before I could change my mind. The ring seemed extremely loud in the quiet dark. I could feel my heart beat faster, and then nearly stilled when the other end picked up.

>>>>> Nathan\'s POV

\"Hello?\" I mumbled sleepily. Glancing over to the clock I saw that it was a quarter after two. I yawned and rubbed my eyes, silently cursing the late caller.

\"Hey, it\'s Alton.\" The voice on the other end sounded nervous. And since I didn\'t know an Alton, I was about to say \'wrong number\' when the caller on the other end mumbled something I couldn\'t quite make out.

\"I\'m sorry? What was that?\"

The voice came out in a very quiet whisper. \"I\'m horny.\" Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to play along. My phone number was unlisted and what are the chances of a male dialling me up by chance to have some late night fun? It was probably one of the guys at the fire hall. Apparently there weren\'t enough fires in the city to keep them busy at this time of night.

\"Oookay,\" I replied noncommittally.

\"Um, I\'m lying in bed, all alone,\" the quiet voice continued. \"I was thinking about you and imagining myself lying next to you, wrapped in your arms.\" Hmm... This was getting to be interesting. My libido certainly thought so. The voice was gaining confidence now, sounding low and husky. \"I\'m wearing nothing, just the soft warm quilt next to my naked skin... but I wish it was your own warm body that\'s next to mine instead. Are you naked as well?\"

\"I am now,\" I whispered. I reached down under the blanket and stripped off my boxers. Might as well get into the part. The receiver banged against my chin for a bit and when I settled it back against my ear, I heard low laughter on the other end. It was quite sexy actually.

\"Sorry,\" I murmured. \"Now, where were we?\" That set off the low sexy sound all over again. Whoever the other guy was, he was good. I wondered how Sam managed to pull this one off, probably had a fresh rookie on his hands.

\"I want you to hold me and lean into me, pressing me into the soft, soft bed with your solid, hard body. You seek my mouth and I surrender to you. And when you touch my body...ahh…\" The inside of my mouth went dry at the sound of that light gasp. My breathing seemed to also have picked up and I was hanging on to every word that was said through the line.

\"I hang on to you, never wanting to let you go. My arms are around your neck, my fingers through you hair...\" Oh sweet lord, invisible hands weaved around me. Placing my own hand over that unseen force, I follow its trail as it made its way down my body. I wrapped my hand over my very hard erection and imagined it to be the hand of the other man. There was a low moan emitted from somewhere and eventually I came to the realization that it was from me.

\"Your body covers mine completely and I succumb to you. I\'ve been kissing your neck, your shoulder, anything I can get a taste of but now I\'m hungry for your mouth again, I yearn to have your tongue within me again. But my God, you taste so good...\" I heard myself groan into the mouthpiece again at those tempting words. By now I\'m a concentrated mass of raging hormones desperate for release. Rocking my hips against my hand, I vowed to uncover the identity of the man responsible for this phone call and fuck the hell outta him, not stopping until he is rendered useless for the following few days.

\"With one move, you claim my body and make us one... oh God...\" The voice drifted off into a low moan.

\"Wait for me sweetheart,\" I growled. I was so fast approaching the climax, my head was whirling and I was beginning to pant for breath.

\"Hurry,\" came a gasp.

\"Now,\" I panted. \"Oh God, oh God...\" I erupted all over my chest, some on my face and probably on my pillow too. Faintly, I heard a similar proclamation on the other end of the receiver. I waited for my breath to return to normal before trying to speak. \"That was incredible,\" I breathed.

\"Did you really like it? You don\'t mind?\" The nervousness was creeping back into the voice and wavered slightly from a loss of confidence.

\"Like it? Geez, I loved it!\"

There was a breath of relief. \"For some reason I thought that you weren\'t into this kind of thing and I thought that you might think I\'m crazy or something. Wow, I\'m so glad I tried this after all...\"

\"Trust me, me too.\"

\"Um, so this is something maybe we can think about pursuing in the future?\" It was a hesitant request.

\"Oh, hell yes.\" Note to self... thank Sam.

\"Great. Well... I guess it\'s getting late. Maybe you can call me tomorrow afternoon?\"

\"Sounds good,\" I looked around for a pen and pad, but soon stopped.

\"Goodnight, Alan.\"

Alan?? \"G\'night... Alton,\" I managed to whisper. When I heard a soft click, I slowly hit the \"off\" button and lay in bed, contemplating.

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