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It was a dark, cold night in the dead of winter, and Sonny laid down in his bed with many blankets covering his body. It was the worst storm he's seen in a long time, and he joked with everyone that it really was the end of the world—as it was 2012.
While he laid, wrapped up like a burrito, his phone buzzed. He groggily wiped his eyes with his hands after he pulled them out of the sheets and checked his device. He had received a text from an unknown person.
###-###-#### > check dmau5 stream on his site. u wont b sad ;)
Sonny stared at his phone in confusion, but wondered, 'Who is this' and 'What's on his site?' His curiosity was piqued, for he was a naturally wondering person. He groaned as he sat up, stretching his body tenderly. Sonny popped his back as he sat before he finally arose from his bed.
His sweatpant legs were each rolled up at different places, and his shirt was painfully oversized to the point of appearing like a dress. Sonny's hair was messy and ragged, as he had been laying in bed for many days.
He approached his computer with slow movements and gingerly sat down at his desk. He shivered for a moment with his teeth softly clattering before flipping the Mac open. The computer roared to life with its fans spinning rapidly, unfortunately creating a large amount of noise.
He typed in his password once the lock screen booted up and navigated the web. He quickly shot in "deadmau5.com" before pressing the fateful Go icon.
The screen lit up with Joel's homepage, and he wondered if the anonymous texter was just bullshitting with him. He frowned as he scrolled, looking for some "stream" that Joel was having. Although he was about to give up his search, he had determination coursing through him, as well as pained curiosity.
After enough time, he found a small button hidden on one of the subpages with a red "CLICK HERE" text on it. He smiled in satisfaction as he pressed the text, but his satisfaction quickly turned into shock.
It was Joel, yes, but it was all of him. He was masturbating on video.
Sonny's jaw dropped to what felt like the floor once it all loaded. He awkwardly laughed to himself as he processed every single thing on his screen; it was certainly Joel, no mistake about it, but he would have never expected something like this out of him.
His dick was fully out, as he was pantless, and the camera included his face. He wore a Nyan Cat shirt with a black hat covering his hair. Although the whole sight was astounding to Sonny, the most shocking thing to him was his size.
Joel wasn't small in the slightest, and his tip was a bright pink shade. He had clearly already been masturbating for a while at that time, and it was shown by how slick his dick was—with lotion and precum.
He was softly groaning and mumbling things inaudibly about someone, but Sonny couldn't tell who. That was, until he heard his own name fall from Joel's broken lips.
His face became a bright red once he heard his name whispered out of his speakers, and Sonny instantly felt a sensation of warmth shoot straight to his pants. He already had a tent in the crotch of them, and since they were a certain material, it was fairly obvious.
As Sonny stared at his screen, he felt his dick harden in his pants at every swift motion Joel did; now that he knew Joel wanted him in that manner, he felt electric. While he watched Joel's jaw become slack, and he could tell he was becoming close, an idea formed in his head.
He decided he was going to text Joel to interrupt him.
As he got up from his seat to reach for his phone on his bed, he wondered what Joel would do once he texted him. He also wondered what he should say. Sonny thought that he might ignore the text, or hopefully it would drive him to a crazier high.
Once he grabbed his phone and sat back down at the computer, he quickly shot Joel a message:
sm > hey, u up? we shld hang out. lmk
He paused for a moment before grinning and typing again:
sm > im down for anythng <3
He giggled to himself as his face burned with his own fluster. Sonny looked up from the phone screen and at his Mac to hear Joel's phone buzz off-screen. Joel groaned and rolled his eyes before stopping his motions entirely—his dick twitching at the sudden halt of pleasure.
Sonny watched as Joel opened his phone and read the messages; his face became a deep red, darker than it was while he had been actively masturbating. Joel's chest heaved through his shirt and he grinned evilly. He muttered while keeping his attention on his phone, "Oh, Sonny. I'd love to be down on fuckin' you."
Sonny's face reached a new high of temperature before he instinctively covered it with his hands; however, he pulled them away once he heard Joel's groaning again. When he uncovered his eyes, he was welcomed to a gorgeous sight.
Joel was stroking himself while holding his phone in his other hand, and he was moaning Sonny's name.
Sonny couldn't take it anymore once he saw that and pulled his pants and boxers down—his dick springing out. It was already completely erect with precum dripping down its length, and he sighed while he began to encircle the tip with his thumb. Sonny knew his way around pleasure—as he had a fair amount of experience—but this was on another level.
He and Joel were stroking themselves to each other, and one of them had no idea at all. That simple fact drove Sonny insane, drove him to the point of already feeling a wash of pleasure build up inside his lower stomach. His dick was blushed, as was his face, while he continued thrusting his hand.
Joel, likewise. He sped up his pacing, and his breathing, while his focus stayed completely on Sonny. He gripped the phone so roughly that his knuckles turned white, and his stroking became quicker. Sonny tried to match his pacing, but he couldn't keep up fully. He thought, 'Fuck. I can't imagine if he stroked me.'
As the two continued, whimpers and moans fell from Sonny's lips since he couldn't speak much when pleasuring himself; however, Joel was the complete opposite. Joel spat out various ramblings about how Sonny was a "whore" for doing this to him, and how he needed to feel his body on top of his.
"Son-Sonny, the things you do to me. You're a fuck-fucking whore. I wish it were you on me right-right now. You'd," he sharply inhaled as his finger brushed his tip, "feel so goddamn good," Joel rambled as his brain became more mindless and empty by the second.
While time passed, each of them became closer until a sea of pleasure crashed over Joel. With one final stroke, he came all over his hand and some of it ended up on other places and parts. Almost immediately after, the sight drove Sonny to climax, and he created a mess all over his hand, chest, and desk.
Sonny shrieked as he came, but bit on his lip until it drew blood. The sound was slightly muffled, thankfully, but the pain didn't subside. On the bright side, he enjoyed the mix of it and pleasure, so he didn't mind it as much.
On the other hand, Joel screamed Sonny's name loudly and cursed directly after, his eyes becoming half-lidded. He shakily smiled to himself as he fell back in his chair, shutting his eyes for a few moments. As he laid there, Sonny caught his breath, partially awake.
Joel's body slowly moved towards his setup before he flipped off the stream, and Sonny's screen flipped to one of black. Sonny suddenly realized how cold it was again and shook softly as he cleaned himself up and pulled his bottoms up.
As he laid back down in bed, comfortable again, he received a text. He could tell it was that thanks to the familiar buzz, so he gently picked up the phone to be met with:
mau5 > ill see u tmr. meet me at mine.