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TO BE SO LONELY — AU!JOE BAYLOR  ☎️  

summary: let me take you to an alternate universe where joe saves lives through orgasms and not 911 calls… because he is a phone sex operator.

warnings: depictions of stress & shyness, curse words, smut (phone sex, dirty talk, guided masturbation & actual masturbation, nipple play, edging, overstimulation innocence kink). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3105

gifs credits: me / divider credits: firefly-graphics

notes: this is the joe hype train and @deadpocts​ & i are driving it, choo-choo. i’m h word for this man and i don’t even know anything about him. i’m sorry (no i’m not) for exposing my voice kink & my love for writing dialogues. thank you for reading and REMEMBER TO REBLOG! + READ PART TWO HERE

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TO BE SO LONELY — AU!JOE BAYLOR  ☎️  

summary: let me take you to an alternate universe where joe saves lives through orgasms and not 911 calls... because he is a phone sex operator.

warnings: depictions of stress & shyness, curse words, smut (phone sex, dirty talk, guided masturbation & actual masturbation, nipple play, edging, overstimulation innocence kink). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 3105

gifs credits: me / divider credits: firefly-graphics

notes: this is the joe hype train and @deadpocts​ & i are driving it, choo-choo. i’m h word for this man and i don’t even know anything about him. i’m sorry (no i’m not) for exposing my voice kink & my love for writing dialogues. thank you for reading and REMEMBER TO REBLOG! + READ PART TWO HERE

"What’s your name?” The automatic voice resonated in your bedroom. “Say it clearly.”

Regrets, you had so many regrets. It was not too late, you could still go back. But if you did go back, maybe you would have even bigger regrets... Your eyes landed on the wrapper of Reese’s cups that you failed to throw in your trash bin. “Reese.”

“You will be paired with one of our available hotties shortly. Please stay on the line.”

‘Available hotties’, you mouthed to yourself while the cringe ran through your body followed by a trail of goosebumps. The waiting music was terrible, it was somehow even worse than elevator tunes and you wondered how people were not turned off by that alone. Somehow, you were still there, so maybe you were not that much better than them.

“Hey, Reese.”

You dropped your phone on your bed out of surprise. ”Fuck.”

“Reese?” The voice called out. “Are you there?”

“Y-Yes! One second, hold on.” You shouted, trying to find your phone that found its way under your pillow. “Okay, hi. I’m here. Hi.” You bit on your bottom lip. You swore you could hear him roll his eyes, understandably so. You would do the same.

“Hello.” He repeated and chuckled softly. “Let me guess, it’s your first time?”

You did not know what to do. Should you admit it was your first time and sound pathetic or should you actually be pathetic and lie that you were a regular?

“First time, got it.”

Oh, that made it simple. “Y-yeah, I’m a little nervous.” The nervous laugh that followed it proved your lie. It wasn’t just a little bit of nerves, you were taking this way too seriously.

“It’s alright. There’s a first for everything, isn’t it?” You hoped your heavy breathing counted as an answer. “So, Reese... What do you want us to do? I’m here to please you tonight.”

His voice got lower and lower as it reached the end of his sentence. You caught up on that, your entire body did. “Can we just... Talk?”

“It’s phone sex. That’s what we’ll do anyway, sweetie.” He laughed again, at you? At the situation? At the weird turn of the conversation? You could not tell, you preferred ignoring the answer anyway.

“I know, but... Can we talk until I feel comfortable? Please?”

“Of course, especially when you ask this nicely.”

You pressed your thighs together, breathing to buy time on a topic to fill the silence. “Do you come here often?” You facepalmed yourself.

It earned you another wave of laughter. Maybe you were hallucinating it, but it sounded more genuine than the previous ones. “I’ve been doing this for a while now, yeah.”

“So you know what you’re doing?”

“I’d like to think so. I haven’t gotten any complaints, I guess it’s a good sign.” Joe licked over his lips. “Do you like when someone has more experience than you?”

You hummed in response and twirled your charging cable around your finger like it was one of those old phones. “How exactly does it work?”

"It depends on what you want from me.” You could almost hear the smirk on his face through the phone. “We can talk, we can do things, we can sit in silence if that’s what you want. If I were you, I’d take advantage of it. First time callers get a free trial.”

“Do they?”

“No they don’t. I just made that up.” He laughed softly. “For you though, I can make an exception.”

“How generous, I appreciate that.” You assumed it was just because he pitied you, throwing your money out of the window because you could not get over your own nerves. “So can we... Do all three?”

“What do you mean? Do you have something in mind?” You hummed again. You were beginning to look, or sound, a lot like a challenge. He liked that. “Use your words, tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

You were starting to get the hang of phone sex. He did not know you looked like a mess, fatigued and desperate... and you did not know he looked nothing like the type of people you’d expect to see on the other side of the line. It was about pretending, or well, trying to. “Can you talk while I do things in silence?”

He laughed, again. “I’d like to hear you, but we can arrange that. If there’s anything you’re not fine with, let me know, okay? Good.” Joe sat more comfortably, legs spread open, hands stroking his thighs slowly. “Are you alone right now? You hummed and nodded. “So am I.” You smiled, how he wished he could see that smile. “I want you to take your shirt off, leave the rest on for now.”

You set your phone on your now exposed chest, right above your breasts. You did not have to be very loud for him to hear you, although all you gave him at the moment was heavy breathing.

“Good girl. I want you to grope them, gently at first. Take your nipples between your fingers, pinch them. Pull on them. Gently. We don’t want it to hurt... Unless you do.”

“We’ll see.” You whispered, the tone of your voice conveyed the curiosity and excitement you experienced at the thought of taking it just a bit further than when it was you, alone. You sighed of contentment when you pulled on your hardening nipples. The room was just cold enough to add this extra sensation you needed.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Imagine if it was me playing with them, sucking your nipples in my mouth and pulling them between my teeth. I bet you’d start whimpering and squirming for me.” He waited, letting the noise of your movements on your bed sheets fade. “Just like you’re doing now.”

“How do you know that?”

“The experience.” You swallowed thickly, so did he. “Now, I want you to take the rest off. Take your time, think of it like you’re stripping for me. Let me admire you."

“Can I keep my fuzzy socks on?”

“How did you know I had a thing for fuzzy socks?” He made you chuckle. “Are they bright colours? If no, they’re off.”

“One is pink and orange and the other one is teal and yellow.”

“That’s sexy, I say they’re total keepers.” You both exchanged a wave of laughter. “You’re all exposed for me now. Looking so fucking hot.”  

“You’re making me blush.”

“You’re gonna do more than blush for me, sweetie.” He closed his fists tightly. There was just something about you that made it hard to contain himself. “I want you to brush your fingers, up, all the way to your thighs. Softly, slowly, like I would do to tease you.” He gave you time to obey. “I bet that sweet pussy of yours is begging to be touched, isn’t it?” You agreed. “I know it is. Your cunt is dripping for me. Poor little thing.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please touch me.”

“Oh, baby. You’re so good, asking for someone to take care of your needy pussy.” his hand groped his hardening shaft through his sweatpants. “Bring two fingers to your mouth, make them nice and wet.” He breathed slowly, his imagination going crazy at the thought of his fingers being in your mouth. “Push them a little further, just like that. Are you ready now?”

You whined around your fingers.

“Open your legs for me, bring your knees close to you. Fuck, so pretty for me.”

“I need you.”

"I know, baby, I know.” He lifted himself up from his chair and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. His hard on sprung free, he wrapped his hand around it and started to jerk himself off. Slowly. “Spread your spit on your pussy, don’t tease your clit just yet.”

You lowered your phone on your stomach, so that he could hear you, all of you.

“Spread your lips open, now gently rub your clit. Slowly, in small circles.”

You moaned, so softly.

“Do you want to do something for me?” You encouraged him to go on. “You could edge yourself for me. A few times, maybe three. I’ll help you through them.”

“To be honest, I’ve never done that before.” You sounded hesitant, just a little bit.

“It will feel amazing, trust me. I speak from experience.” A cheeky grin painted his face. “So, do you want to?”

“Fuck yes.”

“That’s my girl.” One of his hands cupped his balls, the other one stroked the tip of his cock. “So go slow, build the tension up. I’ll tell you what to do as long as you tell me when you’re close. You can’t cum without my permission. Got it?”

“I got it.”

“Good.” He brought an hand to his lips and spit on his fingers, then he spread it over the sensitive tip of his cock. “Rub your clit a little faster for me.” He started to fist his cock faster too. “Faster again. Close your eyes, focus on how your body reacts to each circle of your fingers.”

“I — I’m going to...”

“Stop. Right now. Pull away.” So he did too, his hands were inches away from his cock that throbbed slightly. “Play with your nipples again when you take deep breaths. I need you to calm down. That was the first edge, how did it feel?”

“Nice. It feels nice, yeah.” You panted slightly and pressed your lips together when you pinched your sensitive nipples. “Can we...?”

“Second one it is. You’re a needy one, aren’t you?”

You felt heat rising to your face, the shyness then engulfed your entire body, and moved your hands back between your legs.

“Tease your folds, spread your wetness all over them. Get all messy for me.”

“I’m so sensitive.” You whispered and felt tears starting to pool in your glossy eyes.

“That’s how it should be. Now start rubbing again, fast, I want this edge to be a challenge. You’re my good girl, I know you can do it. Tight and fast, tight and fast.”

It took very little time for your toes to curl and for you to resist from arching your back, not wanting to make your phone fall again. “Oh my God, fuck!”

“Wait, wait...” He looked down at his shaft, it leaked of precum and it became more and more difficult to stop himself from jerking off the last strokes he needed to finish too. “Stop, now. I said now.”

You pulled your hand away and brought it to your mouth, covering it to muffle your sobbing. “I need to cum so bad.”

“I know you do, baby. It’s hard, isn’t it? But you can give me a third one. Don’t be shy to let me hear you, I want to know how good I make you feel.”

You sighed, you were starting to feel light headed. You had never experienced that before when you were playing with yourself. Was it the shame of needing a stranger to help you, or was it this stranger in particular that had such an effect on you?

“We’re going to do like the first time, okay? Start slow, I’ll count to ten and we can go faster.” The countdown went at turtle speed, making it more and more painful to control yourself from just finishing. “I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“It’s all for you.”

“That’s fucking right.” Joe was having a hard time, just like you. He was so close, just so close. “Go a little faster for me, you can use more fingers too, add a little pressure on your clit.” He said as he told, squeezing his cock just a bit more in his hand too. He spit on his tip again, letting the saliva dribble to lube himself up some more. “This is the last one. I know how much you want it and I know it’s going to be hard, but you need to listen to me. I want you to stop...” One circle on your clit, one pump of his cock. “Now.”

Your hand was shaking, just like your legs. You could not even breathe, it was too much, too much to process. “I was going to.”

“But you didn’t, did you?” You told him no, you noticed he sounded out of breath too. “I’m so proud of you, sweetie.”

“I need it, I really need to cum. Please.” Begs fell from your parted lips.

“Suck on your fingers again, taste yourself like I would taste you if I were there. I’d lay down between those legs and make you cum all over my face, that’s what good girls deserve. You’d like that?”

Your mouth was stuffed with three of your fingers that you licked clean while you spoke, barely audibly. “Yes, I’d love that.”

“Rub your clit again. Fast and hard.” So you did, and he jerked himself off faster than before. “Tell me, tell me how much you want it.”

You rolled your eyes, you were too fucked out of your mind to come up with something remotely coherent, but you tried anyway, for your own sake, for the sake of your release and, perhaps, to make him proud. “I’ve been so good for you! I’ve listened and I — fuck I’m getting so close! I did all my edges and I... I need it, I need to cum! Please, please, please...” You were crying, your wrist was slowly cramping from all the effort, your feet were planted in your bed.

“Cum for me, let it all out and give me a show.”

Simultaneously, you both reached your orgasms.

Joe was stroking the tip of his cock in tight movements, the rest was just too sensitive to be touched at this point. He emptied his load on his hand and thigh and he kept going for as long as you moaned into the phone. He was so stimulated that he, too, was shedding a few tears of pleasure. It happened in his job that one client sounded more invested than the others, that some of his buttons were pushed accidentally, or, more often than not, that he turned himself on while trying to help the other one get off too. With you, however. It felt different. It felt as though you shared a connection that was rare, beautiful and impossible to explain. The only thing he missed in that very moment was you, your pretty mouth to clean him up from the mess you had made without even knowing about it.

Your eyes were shut tight, your jaw dropped, your chest stopped rising from the power of your orgasm that cut your breath for a few seconds and your core felt like it was on fire. You were moaning, whimpering, whining, screaming, crying, at this point you did not even know. You bet it sounded terrible on his end, but if had dared to interrupt your moment of bliss, he would have told you it sounded like music to his ears. You were cumming, probably harder than you ever did. Your fingers were coated in your wetness and you wanted more, but you could not take it. Finally, you pulled away and let your hand fall on your lower stomach. You could only chuckle out of euphoria and exhaustion, a weird mix you wished you could experience more often.

“That’s it, that’s it. Take deep breaths, like that, okay?” He breathed loudly, exaggerating so you could imitate him. “You did so good for me.” His smiled travelled through the phone. “You’re good now, yeah?”

“I’m good. I’m really good. Thank you, that was...”

“I know. That was amazing.” He cut you off, he was back to sounding as reassuring as he did over thirty minutes ago when you were matched with this available hottie.

“I’d do it all over again right now.”

He laughed with you. “Wanna go a second round, sweetie? I’m afraid that’s overtime. The price is higher for that.” He cleaned the rest of the mess that was on his thigh with a tissue that he tossed away. “I’m kidding. I meant it, you don’t have to pay anything today. I feel like I should pay you instead.”

“What do you mean? I just laid there and... Did nothing else.”

“I guarantee you that you did much more than that. You’ll get sleepy in a heartbeat. You really gave it your all, I could feel it.” He grinned to himself, readjusting his boxers and pants while he spoke. “The truth is it’s been a while since I’ve had this big of an orgasm.” Your audible gasp did not go unnoticed. “Get what I mean now?”

“Oh... Oh.” So you were not hallucinating. He was not faking it. Those moans, those groans... It was you who had that effect on him. “I don’t know the formalities but... Thank you.”

“No, thank you.” He wished he could make that conversation last longer, and take you up for that second round you both wanted so badly. He had to work, he did not want to. He did not feel like it, all he truly wanted was to feel you. “Look, we don’t do that here, it’s kind of against the entire company’s policy but...”

“You want my number?”

You took him by surprise, again. “Yeah. If you’d like that.”

“I’d love that.” So you gave him your number.

“He judged it was useless to point out he could actually see it. “I’ll hang up now. Thank you again.”

“Wait! Before you go, I have to tell you something.” He let you continue. “My name is not Reese, I just had a snack before calling you and I panicked...”

You kept on getting better and better, on piquing his curiosity more and more. “That’s a bummer, does that mean you won’t believe me if I say my name is Peanut M&M’s?” Your laugh made his heart skip a beat. He tried not to acknowledge it, he tried to hide it so you would not notice it. “I’m Joe.”

“Nice to meet you, Joe.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He swallowed, he took a deep breath. “Talk to you soon, I hope.” You reciprocated the feeling. “Do me a favour, will you? Clean yourself up, go drink some water and go to bed. You did a good job for me, you deserve to rest. Think you can do that for me?” You nodded frantically, not that he could see, but he could imagine it. “Good girl.”