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Leo Southworth was named after a brilliant constellation in the sky. Maybe that's why his entire life he'd been fascinated by things beyond his reach. And why his teachers had always told him to get his head out of the clouds.
Maybe he liked rope bondage because it kept him tied to the earth. And maybe he'd enjoyed the suspension because sometimes, when he was blindfolded, gagged, and his ears plugged--all sounds beyond his inner core stifled--it felt like he was floating free in space. Right up there with the stars.
Until the night he fell to earth and his hip was shattered. All his dreams sort of flew out the window that night and he was still trying to find a way to get them back. He gazed up at the night sky. It was a clear night and the stars shone brightly.
He turned to look at the computer screen.
Can you talk?
Leo limped over to the desk and eased down in the chair. He rested his cane against the desk next to him.
I'm here, he typed in and hit return.
Up popped Sirras's avatar. God, Leo loved that image. But this was more than a simple avatar ... hot burnt orange, flames licking at the edges, a blend of flame and male body, indistinct face, broad shoulders, each muscle defined by brilliant fire. The image undulated on the screen. Moving pictures. The head was in profile, a flirt of appeal, eyes hooded. And then the eyes opened to look directly at Leo.
"Want to play?" the deep voice asked.
Leo clicked on the window, and it filled the nineteen-inch screen in full, vivid color. He reached out to stroke the image, wishing he could feel the hot energy displayed there. With his other hand, he stroked hiserection.
"Yes," he responded. His breath caught in his chest with the yearning to submit to the mysterious man linked at the other end of the conversation.
The image swung toward him--full frontal nudity. The cock surged thick and hard against a taut, flat belly. Shaved-bare, beautiful, smoothed bronze flesh, undulated light and dark, the flow of oozing, melted butter, the sweet kiss of warmed, thick cream. Leo could feel it pouring over his body, burning him up.
The hot, male image on the screen curled his fingers around the fat erection. His thumb brushed across the broad, flared tip.
Leo's gaze rose to his chest. The screwed, dark nipples, the tasty, bulging pecs. Arms of sinewy steel that seemed like poetry in motion as he flexed. Leo watch the big hand ride his prick with slow, long licks up and down the rigid tool.
He was shocked when he heard the moan that broke free from his lips, the nagging pain in his hip completely forgotten for the moment.
"Show me," the image on the screen said. He rocked his hips. "Show me what you've got, stargazer."
Stargazer. Leo's screen name. On Sirras's lips it felt like watching a comet shoot across the sky, dragging a tail of yellow fire in its wake. Sirras drew out the name--starrrrrrgazzzzerrrrrrr. Deep and throbbing. Just like Leo's whole body.
"Stand up, Leo. Show me how much you want me."
Carefully, Leo rose from the chair. He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them over his hips. His cock popped out, more than ready to begin the game.
"Very nice," Sirras said as the image on the screen continued to stroke the erect member.
Leo fisted his hand around the root of his cock and felt the surging climax that wanted to break free. But not yet.
"Take your shirt off. I want to see your tits."