Call Connected

Zacky's POV:

Holding them in my hands feels almost unreal. A sad smile forms on my lips. Somehow I'd managed to keep every bit of this information under wraps. I'd even managed to keep control of my emotions as best I could while in public only to let it all loose when at home.

The most crazy of things to me was how the guys had not even an inkling of all of the insanity that was going on. I have no idea how, seeing as we're in the process of coming up with new material for an album. Also their like my brothers which made it even more difficult but I had managed to keep it from them. I had kept it from everyone; the guys, my actual blood family but most surprising of all the fans.

I could only imagine the gossip that would spread like wild fire. All of it about me going through this again. It's not what I want to hear at this moment. I honestly wasn't sure I could handle that stress.

Our fans are great. I love them. Without them we'd be nothing and don't get me wrong they are great but they're fucking crazy sometimes. I mean come on, who the fuck in their right mind wants or needs to know how I take my coffee, what my favorite candy is, or what kind of underwear I prefer? Seriously that's just insane to me!

However not for a single thing would I trade my life or give up doing a career I love more than breathing. At the end of the day I need a break from the chaos every once in a while. A day, hell maybe even just an hour, to be plain old Zack Baker and not the famous Zacky Vengeance. After all I'm only human.

It dawned to me that at some point I was going to have to spill the beans. I had no clue how to inform everybody that I'm divorced from Meghan. It's still a wonder how I'd come completely through my divorce without it being flashed across every gossip magazine and tabloid or those obnoxious intrusive fan sites, with way too much personal information if you ask me.

Until that time occurred I was going to enjoy myself. I had no doubt once it was made public everyone would be hounding me. I know they would only want to show their support. I just wasn't ready. I needed to face this on my own.

All of this swirl in my head on the way to my other job which as of late seems much more tedious than I'd ever dreamed it would be.

Shaking my head I push those thoughts down. My mind takes me back to when I'd come to Buns Incorporated. I could remember my first call clearly.

FLASH BACK/u>

My eyes look up to the sky thanking whoever allowed this man to be on the other end of the line. This is my first call and I didn't have any idea it would be so easy. From the moment I answered my phone all I had to say was hello.

"You look wonderful on your knees choking on my cock. Oh yeah that's right. This mouth of yours is glorious like a vice grip strangling my dick." He moans.

I feel my own dick throbbing in my jeans.

"My hands grasp the side of your face. I thrust with everything I have thoroughly fucking your face."

I can't remember a time I've ever been this hard before in my life.

"I command you to take all it. Master is going to cum. You'll swallow every single drop of it then thank me when your done."

The unmistakeable sound of his grunting fills my ears. I know he's cumming.

"Thank you Master." I reply. With that the call ends. My dick is ready to blow at any moment.

Tossing my headset down onto my desk I race to the bathroom. A second later my jeans and boxer briefs hit the floor. I wrap my left hand around my cock.

Pre-cum serves as my lube. I work my swollen member with frenzied abandon. I feel my balls draw up tight. Without a doubt it won't be long till I'm hit with that out this world explosion.

My eyes flutter closed. I see an extremely recognizably adorable face with it's beautiful brown eyes. I don't have time to question it. I'm shaking uncontrollably, my legs turning to jelly as I'm torn from my body my orgasm crashing into me.

As I'm walking back to my desk I can't help but wonder why that person's face came to me at that moment.

Notes

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