The Web We Weave
Author: Jesse Gambini
“Come on, Jesse,” said Grant. “Cut it out.”
I ignored Grant’s pleas for mercy and continued to nibble on his neck, flicking my tongue up and down his warm skin. I knew full well that it drove him nuts.
“I thought you wanted me to install this for you?” he asked. Grant turned and kissed me gently on my lips. “It’s only going to take a few more minutes.”
He smiled and flashed the grin that even after all these months sent my heart soaring.
Grant was seated at my desk, sticking floppy disk after floppy disk into my computer’s drive. I was getting impatient. I hadn’t seen him in three whole weeks–three weeks without sucking on his cock or his fucking my ass. This long distance relationship stuff was really getting tedious. I wanted him to forget all about the damn computer and get down to sticking his hard dick into me. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I squeezed him tight. Grant giggled and tried to push me away.
“What has gotten into you?” he asked.
“It’s not what’s gotten into me, it’s what hasn’t gotten into me.”
Grant laughed. “You are incorrigible. Is that all you think about?”
“And like you don’t know that already? And besides, if I wasn’t thinking about sex all the time, you wouldn’t have any reason to come up to visit.”
“I guess you’re right.”
Grant clicked and dragged the floppy icon and the disk ejected from the computer.
“There, it’s almost done. I just need to restart the computer and I’ll show you how its works.”
“You can show me later,” I said. “Let’s go to bed.”
“After I show you this,” said Grant.
I took a deep breath and tried not to say anything, after all he was only going to be visiting for two days. What was his fixation on the computer?
Grant restarted the computer and the little smiley computer face appeared on the screen. I stood there, impatiently, watching, waiting, and wondering.
Grant rubbed his hand through my hair and kissed me. “I promise, after I show you how this all works we can have some fun.”
“Oh, all right,” I moaned. “But you know, you can be so fucking stubborn sometimes.”
“Sit down and I’ll show you everything.” Grant started to get up off the chair. Before he did, I sat down on his lap and planted another kiss on his cheek.
“Okay, okay. We’ll do it your way,” said Grant. He rolled his eyes and rested his chin on my shoulder. I took his hand in mine.
“First, you need to make sure the modem is turned on. I already did that,” he said.
I wriggled my butt in Grant’s lap. His cock was swelling, starting to respond to the pressure. If I kept it up, I knew I could make him to forget all about this damn computer shit.
“I’m sure it’s not as turned on as I am,” I said.
“Will you stop. This is serious.”
“So am I.”
Grant reached down and squeezed my cock. “That’s all you’re getting until you pay attention.”
I laughed at Grant as he tried to put a serious look on his face, seeing right through his efforts. He cleared his throat and continued. “Once the modem is on, you need to connect to the ISP. I’ve got you hooked up with the same provider that U sue. You can send me E-mail and browse the web. You’ll even be able to send me your stories to me through this instead of mailing them. Think of all the postage you’ll save.”
Grant clicked on an icon and one of the programs opened up.
“You want me to show you how to send me E-mail first?” he asked.
“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Grant clicked on the little envelope icon and another window opened up. He typed a bunch of characters in the top field.
“That’s my E-mail address. I’ve got yours in all those papers. Anytime you want to send me a message, you use that and I’ll get the message on the computer at work. I can also check them from home.”
He clicked the mouse and the cursor appeared in the next box.
“Now, you can type me a message.”
I reached out and positioned my fingers over the keyboard and quickly typed my message.
Grant howled. “One track mind.”
“And you love it. Now how do I get the message through to you?”
“You click on the ‘send now’ button.”
I did as I was instructed. A few moments later the window and my message disappeared.
“Where did it go?” I asked.
“You sent me the message, silly,” said Grant.
“Did you get it?”
“Very funny,” said Grant. “I’ll get it when I go back to Los Angeles.”
“Yeah, but when am I going to get it?”
“Oh, you’re going to get it. You’re going to get it good.”
Grant nuzzled my neck, gently biting my ear lobe. I swivelled around in his lap and kissed him as hard as I could, slipping my tongue into his warm, moist mouth.
Grant pulled away.
“Jesus, Grant, what did I do?”
“There’s just a couple more things I want to show you,” he whispered.
“You’re a such fucking tease,” I said.
“I just want to show you my web page. It’s really cool.” He stroked my arm and looked into my eyes. “And then we can go to bed.”
“Come on, Grant. You can show me later.”
“This is it. After I show you this, I’m all yours. Scouts’ honor.”
“You were never a Boy Scout.”
Grant chuckled and tousled my hair. I repositioned myself, sitting between his legs again. Grant reopened the program.
“Okay, Jesse, click on the ‘open button’ up top there.”
I fiddled with the mouse and moved the pointer. “This one?” I asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Now, you’re going to type in my URL.”
“What?”
Grant’s fingers danced across the keyboard.
“Now what?” I asked.
Grant clicked on the mouse and after a few moments the screen was filled with brightly colored graphics.
“Hey, that’s cool,” I said.
“See, I told you.”
“Have you finished with it?”
Grant smiled. “No, not yet. Not sure what else to put up there. There’s some photos and links to some other web pages.”
“Nasty photos?” I asked.
“Photos of cute guys.”
“Is your picture in there?” I asked, smiling at Grant. “When I get lonesome for you I can just need to turn on the computer and download your photo.”
Grant grinned. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“Well, if you do, I’ll be sitting here in front of the computer jacking off, thinking about you.”
Grant smirked and turned his attention back to the computer. He clicked on a couple of icons and a picture of a cute guy slowly appeared on the screen.
“Hey, that one’s hot,” I said, pointing to the photo of a young guy standing in the surf wearing a pair of baggy swim trunks. “Who is he?”
“Just some porn model. Watch this. If you click on the photo it gets bigger.”
I reached down and groped at Grant’s crotch, feeling him up good. “Yeah, just like this. Click on it and it gets bigger.”
Grant grabbed me around the waist and bit me on the neck. “This is no use. I guess I’m just going to have to fuck you.”
“It’s about time. Race you to the bedroom.”
I was naked before I got to the bed. Grant followed behind me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“Let me finish that,” I said, reaching out and wrapping my arm around his neck.
Standing naked in front of Grant, I fumbled with his buttons, undoing them one by one. As I stared into his deep blue eyes, I wondered how I got so lucky meeting such a great guy.
