Call Connected

Johnny's POV:
I was at my wits end. The loneliness and sexual frustration were getting to me. I knew that hiring a hooker was out of the question. Who knew what kind of diseases they have? Plus I wasn't sure I was ready to actually cross that line yet.
After some internet searching. Maybe a few too many late night television commercials as well. I made the choice to call a phone sex hotline.
I even ended up finding one with a thirty minute free trail. I wasn't sure I'd even be on the phone for one minute never mind thirty. I was curious regardless.
One night after a few shots of liquid courage I decided it was now or never. I pick up my cell phone. Punching in the number I hit the call button before I can psych myself out.
"Hello, thank you for calling Buns Incorporated. To achieve your greatest pleasure please explain your turn-ons." A sexy guy's voice welcomes me.
I take a deep breath. "It's alright honey just take your time."
My phone slips from my hands. I hadn't realized I was talking to an actually person. Scrambling off the couch I swipe the damn device from the floor and press it back to my ear. A hearty chuckle greets me.
"Just breathe. Everybody has a first time sugar." His gentle tone immediately calms me.
I wasn't sure how he knew it was my first time. Maybe it was my tone of voice or maybe I was not the first person to drop their phone. Either way I was thankful that he didn't mention it.
"Um...well...I-I-I-I've never actually done it before." I mumble out quickly keeping my fingers crossed he didn't hear me. Luck was not on my side.
"That's perfectly fine. This is safer than going out to get fucked. After this you'll know for sure if you actually want that or not sweetheart." It brought a smile to my lips knowing he thought like I do.
"Here's what I'll do. I'm going to list some things you tell me what does and doesn't sound pleasing okay?" He explains.
He adds as an after thought he adds."Your thirty minutes doesn't start until you're actually on the line with the operator."
"Well right off the bat I'm going to rule out any kind of urination slash defection or bloody bodily harm fantasies." He says.
"People are really into that?" I question horrified.
"They sure are. Have you about fucking a tight ass?" He asks me.
"Yes." I murmur.
"What about being fucked?" I couldn't keep in my moan.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's honestly one of the best things. There is absolutely nothing like feeling a thick throbbing dick hitting your prostate over and over again until you finally cum undone." His explanation has my own dick hardening.
Once we've finished he sends me over to an operator promising I was in perfect hands.
"H-he-hello?" I want to slap myself for stuttering.
"Hey baby." Replies a flirty voice. Do I know the person from somewhere?
"I've never done this before." Why the hell did I admit that?
"That's okay. I'm always happy to break in a virgin." He teases with a chuckle.
I couldn't help but chuckle back. That voice is sounding more familiar by the second. I shake off the feeling I know this man.
"How about a little role?" I have no idea where that came from.
"What do you have in mind handsome?" His tone sounds open to anything my mind conjures up.
"You're a famous rock star and I'm a groupie begging you to fuck me." I blurt out.
He moans on the other end of the line. "Shit that's hot Johnny."
That's when it hits me. "Zacky?" I rip my phone from my ear and violently thumb the end call button.
I have no idea what to do now. I was about to have phone sex with one of my best friends and band mates. What the fuck?!?! Since when was Zackya goddamn phone sex operator.
I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if I'd stayed on the phone.

Notes

DaphneG Credit to my mom who came up with the name Buns Incorporated and who continues to help me edit even though I never let her read the sexy parts