Over the Cliff

As the iconic “Ta-Dum” sounded on the streaming service, Cliff absently opened the lock screen on his phone.   He hesitated momentarily, his focus strayed to the television screen where they were recapping the most recent shenanigans of Grace and Frankie.  He continued to listen, but his head turned left, then right, scanning the hallway and the front door.  He was alone.  His heart thudded slightly faster in his chest as he flicked past a few screens and found the app for which he was looking.

Several small boxes appeared on the screen displaying a myriad of muscular torsos, half naked men, close up shots of underwear, standard smiling selfies, aloof above-it-all attitudes, and some (like Cliff’s) were just empty boxes.  They were all labeled various things such as top4btm; [heart]ass; cpl[eyes]4third; [eyes]4[head]; ne1serious?; tom; chuck; 420friendly DL fun; will block you; over it; [fist]me; bored…etc.  Cliff’s eyes darted down past it all to the red number three printed over the text box.  His heart rumbled faster as he saw the new messages and he absently licked his lips as he pressed the icon.  Two open conversations appeared in the window and Cliff selected the one marked chub4fun.

“Sorry I missed you”

“Work has been crazy”

Cliff felt a bit of disappointment as he realized there was no green circle indicating that chub4fun was online.  He hesitated a moment and then replied.

“No worries”

Cliff left that conversation and selected the other labeled BWC 7.  The close-up image of a huge, engorged shaft populated the text box.  Beneath the neatly trimmed pubic hair was revealed a slightly pudgy fold of skin over the thick base.  The shaft itself tapered significantly and ended in a slightly flared but still conical head.  Cliff’s increased heart rate allowed blood to flow to his groin and his pants began to tighten slightly as he enlarged the image on his device.  His hand trailed down over his smooth stomach and Cliff absently felt his growing erection.

Cliff considered then began typing a reply.

“That dick is…”

“Hey, babe,” Mckenzie suddenly spoke and Cliff nearly threw his phone.  Cliff’s girlfriend of three years leaned in the opening to the hallway with a slight smirk on her face.

“What ya watching?”

“Um…” Cliff swallowed hard as his thumb closed the open app, “Grace and Frankie.”

“Yea,” she exaggerated an eye roll as she moved toward him, “That’s why you were looking at your phone and grabbing yourself.”

Cliff flushed as she straddled him on the couch and pressed herself against his bulge.  She leaned down flirtatiously and kissed him.  After, Cliff let out a shuttering breath which was the result of a sudden lightheaded feeling and the rush of adrenaline.

“Somebody is happy to see me,” Mckenzie whispered, mistaking Cliff’s fear for excitement.  Then they proceeded to make out.  Cliff felt her light brown hair tickle his neck as it cascaded down around her face as she leaned forward.  She pulled off his shirt and felt his creamy skin.  He was not super strong, but his chest muscles were firm and defined.  His stomach was flat and mostly hairless, and his thin, lanky arms wrapped easily around her as he gently felt her left breast.  She moaned at his touch and kissed him again.

Cliff had a hard time recalling when she had stripped down, but soon she was tugging on his pants and handing him the condom.  He slipped it over his ample erection, and she lowered herself back down over it.  She was so incredibly soft and warm as he slipped inside, and he moaned with pleasure as his face buried between her breasts.  His eyes closed and he could see the huge cock that had been on his phone.  BWC 7 filled his mind as Mckenzie moved up and down, grinding against his erection as she pleasured herself. 

Soon she was crying out and he gripped her harder around the waist as he began to ejaculate into the condom.  His body shook with the orgasm and he grunted and growled with the final spasms.  As she smiled down at him, Cliff noticed her glancing over at his phone which had fallen to his side on the couch.  Cliff had a moment of fear again, but she had just been checking the time.

“Shit, my dad will be home soon.”

“We better get dressed,” Cliff croaked; his mouth felt suddenly dry.