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The Chosen One: Gaz, I'm so fucked up.
Gaz: What’s wrong?
The Chosen One: You ever nut to something that makes you take a long, hard look in the mirror?
Gaz: I dunno whether I should laugh or be worried you're texting me at 2am.
The Chosen One: You can do both. I contain multitudes.
Gaz: Alright, ok then. First of all, why you up at 2am? Second, yeah. I've taken the occasional hard look in the mirror after thinking about some questionable things.
The Chosen One: Can't sleep. Decided to beat it to try and relax enough to PTFO. One questionable click led to another.
Gaz: You gonna tell me what you beat it to or am I gonna have to guess?
The Chosen One: Finna judge me if it's real fucked up?
Gaz: You're a grown adult, I'm not gonna judge you. Trust me, it can't be worse than my own browser history.
The Chosen One: Challenge accepted. Fantasized about getting [REDACTED].
Gaz: Fuckin’ hell, Jesus is watching! 😱
The Chosen One: YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T JUDGE!
Gaz: I'm not judging you, I'm just…shocked! That was so far from what I was expecting.
The Chosen One: Bruv, what were you expecting?!
Gaz: I dunno! Not that!
Gaz: You gotta warn me before you hit me with something like that. I almost spat coffee all over my monitor.
The Chosen One: What are you doing at your computer at 2 AM? GO TO BED, GAZ!
Gaz: You’re the one texting me your nightmare wank fuel, you go to bed!
The Chosen One: U first
Gaz: Aight, fine. I’m in bed. Happy?
The Chosen One: I don't believe you. Pics or it didn't happen.
Gaz is typing…
Gaz sent a photo.
Gaz: Proof.
The Chosen One: …
The Chosen One: Good boy.
Gaz: That’s it? “Good boy”? I went to bed. Your turn.
The Chosen One is typing…
The Chosen One sent a photo.
Gaz is typing…
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Gaz: Shit.
The Chosen One: You asked 😘
Gaz: I asked for proof you were in bed. I didn't think you'd go all out and send a semi-nude.
Gaz: Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
The Chosen One: I didn't send a semi-nude! I'm fully nude.
Gaz: You're wearing a sheet, so technically…
The Chosen One: 🖕
Gaz: Want to know a secret?
The Chosen One: 👀
Gaz: I'm getting hard just talking to you.
The Chosen One is typing…
The Chosen One is typing…
The Chosen One: Prove it.
Gaz sent a photo.
The Chosen One: Fuck me.
Gaz: That's the idea. 😏
The Chosen One: God damn. I want to lick that.
Gaz: I'd let you. I’d let you do whatever you want to me.
The Chosen One: ... Anything?
Gaz: Anything. Anything you want.
The Chosen One: 🫦
The Chosen One is typing…
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The Chosen One: The thing is, Kyle, what I really want to do to you is tie you to that bed with your legs spread, kneel between your thighs, and worship that perfect, perfect, PERFECT, delicious cock until you're writhing and whimpering and pleading beneath me. I want to suck on your balls, one at a time while my fingers glide along your taint. I want to taste your pre, then swirl my fingertips through it while I tease your slit, your head, your shaft. I want to wreck you so hard you'll never want to feel anyone else again.
Gaz: Jesus Christ. I'd give my left arm for that. I'm already yours. I'm at your mercy. Do your worst.
The Chosen One: Fuck. You're such a good boy. I wish I could take you down right now. If you weren't halfway across the planet, I'd make you come so hard you cried.
Gaz: That is so goddamn tempting, you have no idea. I need you, I need you so bad. You've got me so hard. If you were here, I'd be begging you to take me, to do whatever you want to me. I need your touch, your tongue, your mouth… All of it.
The Chosen One: Will you do me a favor?
Gaz: Anything. Anything you want. What do you need?
The Chosen One: Will you come for me? I want to see you covered in your own cum. Will you, baby? Come for me and send me a pic?
Gaz: Yes. Fuck. I'll do it. Anything for you. I'll send you proof. But I'm warning you now, it's gonna be a big mess.
The Chosen One: I'll make a bigger one when you get home. Then I'll lick it off you for dessert.
Gaz: I’m getting close. I need you so bad. I need to feel your tongue on me.
The Chosen One: Christ, if I were there, I'd have you so deep in my mouth you'd swear you found God at the back of my throat.
Gaz: Fuck. I can just picture it. Your mouth on me, your tongue working me, your lips moving against me
Gaz: I'm close, I'm so close
Gaz: Say something. I need your voice, your words... I need to hear you say something... anything… please
The Chosen One sent a voice note. You got a load for me, baby? I want to see it. I want to watch it shoot out of that big, hard, perfect cock, splatter all over your chest, and drip down your balls. I want to taste it on your skin. Come on, Kyle. Come. Now. Come for me. Shoot.
Gaz is typing…
Gaz is typing…
Gaz is typing…
Gaz sent a video.