straight bar guy left his number on a coaster. 4 days later he told me what to do on facetime

Monday · September 28

Tuesday. Kell’s on 4th Street. $3 Busch Light night. A guy in a Pepsi work jacket pushed his empty glass down the bar to make room for mine, didn’t say anything, and left a coaster under it with ten digits on the back.

This is the thread.

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Travis, 5:41 AM: [photo] Travis, 5:41 AM: kroger dock on parsons. sunrise. thought youd be asleep so its safe Sunny, 9:22 AM: its so pink Sunny, 9:22 AM: how many cases do you move before i wake up Travis, 9:40 AM: 340 so far. route is 22 stops Sunny, 9:41 AM: thats insane. how old are you. how are your knees Travis, 9:41 AM: 28. knees are fine. back is a crime scene Sunny, 9:42 AM: im 23 and my back hurts from folding tshirts so Travis, 9:44 AM: can i ask you something Sunny, 9:44 AM: yes Travis is typing… Travis is typing… Travis, 9:51 AM: never mind Sunny, 9:51 AM: absolutely not. seven minutes of typing. ask Travis, 9:53 AM: i havent ever talked to someone like you Sunny, 9:53 AM: a merch girl? Travis, 9:54 AM: you know what i mean Sunny, 9:56 AM: i do Sunny, 9:56 AM: i want you to say it though Travis, 10:02 AM: a guy who wears a skirt to kells on a tuesday and makes it look like the rest of us are underdressed Sunny, 10:02 AM: ok that was a good answer Travis, 10:03 AM: i had 6 minutes of dock wait to work on it

Thursday.

Travis, 10:14 PM: you working Sunny, 10:14 PM: just got home. some emo band sold 40 hoodies my hands are dead Travis, 10:15 PM: send me a picture Travis, 10:15 PM: not like that Travis, 10:15 PM: just you Sunny, 10:21 PM: [photo] Sunny, 10:21 PM: staff shirt + the skirt from kells + zero makeup bc i sweat it off. you asked Travis, 10:22 PM: fuck Travis, 10:22 PM: sorry Sunny, 10:22 PM: dont be sorry Travis, 10:23 PM: your legs Sunny, 10:23 PM: what about them Travis, 10:24 PM: i been thinking about them since tuesday. i drove past the rialto today on purpose. like a psycho Sunny, 10:25 PM: travis Sunny, 10:25 PM: what do you want Travis is typing… Travis is typing… Travis is typing… Travis, 10:31 PM: i want to know whats under the skirt Sunny, 10:31 PM: you know whats under it Travis, 10:32 PM: yeah Travis, 10:32 PM: i want to see it anyway

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Sunny, 10:40 PM: are you sure. like actually. bc i dont send it to guys who are gonna freak out and block me after Travis, 10:41 PM: im sure Travis, 10:41 PM: i wouldnt have drove past twice

Sunny, 10:46 PM: [photo] Sunny, 10:46 PM: skirt up. panties pulled down. that’s me. hard since “i want to see it anyway” fyi

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Travis is typing…

— 4 minutes —

Sunny, 10:50 PM: ok the silence is killing me Travis, 10:50 PM: sorry Travis, 10:51 PM: i was looking Travis, 10:51 PM: its pink Sunny, 10:51 PM: thats what you have to say Travis, 10:52 PM: youre pretty. all of it. i didnt know that was gonna be true about that part too Travis, 10:52 PM: send another Sunny, 10:53 PM: your turn Travis, 10:53 PM: ok

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Travis, 10:59 PM: [photo] Sunny, 10:59 PM: oh Sunny, 11:00 PM: oh my god Sunny, 11:00 PM: travis thats not fair. you drive a pepsi truck. you’re not allowed to have that Travis, 11:01 PM: is that good Sunny, 11:03 PM: its so thick. like my hand in the corner of the pic doesnt close around it? and it curves UP. and the head is so red and shiny and theres a vein down the side i want to follow with my tongue. and your balls look heavy. are they heavy Travis, 11:03 PM: havent come since tuesday so Sunny, 11:04 PM: TRAVIS Travis, 11:04 PM: youre the one who asked Sunny, 11:05 PM: i want it in my mouth so bad Travis, 11:05 PM: say more Sunny, 11:07 PM: i want to get on my knees on the floor of kells by the dartboard and take you in until my eyes water and you have to hold my head still Travis, 11:07 PM: jesus christ Travis, 11:08 PM: my alarm is at 4 Sunny, 11:08 PM: so go to sleep Travis, 11:08 PM: fuck that Travis, 11:09 PM: tomorrow. after your shift. call me Sunny, 11:09 PM: call? like voice? Travis, 11:10 PM: facetime. i want to watch Sunny, 11:10 PM: watch what Travis, 11:12 PM: you said you have toys. in the photo theres a drawer open behind you. i can see like 3 Sunny, 11:12 PM: oh my god you ZOOMED IN Travis, 11:13 PM: the blue one. thats the closest to what i got Sunny, 11:13 PM: its smaller than what you got Travis, 11:14 PM: then its practice

Sunny → night shift 🦇, 11:20 PM: the coaster guy from kells just told me which dildo to use tomorrow rafi: the pepsi man? pip: THE PEPSI MAN kai: does he have a truck. electricians have trucks. trucks are a good sign rafi: if he’s still around next friday i’ll put him on the list

Friday.

Sunny, 11:38 PM: home. showered. whole apt smells like dryer sheets from the laundromat downstairs and my hair is still wet. the blue one is on the nightstand. suction cup and lube too. im nervous Travis, 11:38 PM: me too Sunny, 11:39 PM: you’re nervous?? Travis, 11:39 PM: ive never done this with anybody Travis, 11:39 PM: anybody at all. let alone Sunny, 11:40 PM: let alone a guy in a skirt Travis, 11:40 PM: let alone somebody i actually want this much Sunny, 11:40 PM: oh Sunny, 11:40 PM: ok calling

FaceTime Audio → Video · 11:41 PM · 38:12

Travis: Hey. Sunny: Hi. Oh my god you’re in bed. Travis: Where’d you think I’d be. Sunny: I don’t know. The truck. Travis: (laughs) Let me see you. Sunny: I’m right here. Travis: No. Let me see you. Sit back. Sunny: (the camera tips; her knees, the skirt, the blue toy on the sheet) Better? Travis: Pull it up. Sunny: The skirt? Travis: Yeah. Slow. Sunny: (breathing) You’re really doing this. Travis: You want me to stop? Sunny: No. God, no. Yes, I want this. Travis: Then pull it up. Sunny: … Travis: Fuck. Okay. Touch it for me. Sunny: My cock? Travis: Yeah. Say it again. Sunny: My cock. I’m touching my cock for you, I’m so hard it hurts. Show me yours. Please. Travis: (the camera drops; the sheet, his stomach, his fist around himself, thick and dark red and already wet at the tip) Sunny: Oh my god. Travis. Move your hand. Slow. Let me see how big. Travis: Like that? Sunny: Like that. Your hand looks small on it. Travis: (a rough laugh) Pick up the blue one. Sunny: Okay. Travis: Put it in your mouth. Pretend. Sunny: I don’t have to pretend. (wet sound) Mm. Travis: Look at the camera. Sunny: (muffled) Mm-hm. Travis: Deeper. Sunny: (choking cough; eyes streaming) Sorry — it’s — Travis: You okay? Sunny: Yeah. It hit the back. My eyes are — (sniff) God, I’m drooling on my own shirt. Travis: You look so good right now. Do it again. Sunny: (again; slower; a long wet gag she holds through) Travis: Fuck. Fuck, Sunny. Good. That’s so good. Sunny: (pulling off, panting) Is that what you’d do? Hold my head? Travis: Yeah. Both hands. Sunny: Tell me. Travis: I’d hold your head and I’d go slow till you gagged like that and then I wouldn’t let you off. Sunny: (a small broken noise) Travis: Stick it to the floor. Sunny: What? Travis: The suction thing. On the floor in front of the mirror. I want to see you from the front and the back. Your face and your ass on it. Sunny: You planned this. Travis: I had a four-hour route to think about it. Sunny: (the camera propped against the dresser; the hardwood; the blue toy stuck upright; the mirror behind her) Okay. Okay. Lube’s on. Travis: Slow. Sunny: (sinking; a sharp inhale) Oh — okay — it’s — ah. Travis: You good? Sunny: It stretches my hole so much. Give me — (breath) — okay. Okay, it’s in. Travis: All the way. Sunny: You’re so bossy for a Pepsi guy. Travis: All the way, Sunny. Sunny: (sinking the rest; a moan that clips the mic) Fuck. It’s so full. And you’re bigger. Travis: I know. Ride it. Sunny: (moving) Like this? Travis: Faster. Hands on your knees. I want to see your cock bounce. Sunny: (faster; the floor creaking) Oh my god. Oh my god, Travis. Travis: Whose is that. Sunny: What? Travis: You’re riding my practice cock. Whose is it. Sunny: Yours. Yours. It’s yours. Travis: Good girl. Sunny: (a sob-laugh) You can’t just say that. Travis: Good girl. Keep going. You’re so fucking pretty doing that. Sunny: I want the real one. I want you in me so bad. Travis: Tomorrow. Sunny: Promise. Travis: Promise. Touch yourself. Sunny: I’m gonna come. I’m gonna — Travis: Not yet. Sunny: Travis — Travis: Wait for me. Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me. Sunny: (the phone on his end jerking; his hand fast on himself; his stomach tight) Oh my god. Oh, look at you. Travis: Sunny. Sunny, I’m close. I’m — Sunny: Come for me. Do it. I want to see. Travis: Fuck — (a hard groan; the camera shaking) — fuck — Sunny: (watching; riding faster) Yeah. Yeah. All of it — Travis: (thick pulses across his stomach and up his chest; a second; a third that reaches his collarbone; his breath coming apart in pieces) — oh my god — Sunny: (coming the second she sees the third one; a high cry; her cock spilling over her fist onto the hardwood; shaking on the toy) Oh — oh — Travis — Travis: (panting) … Sunny: (panting) … Travis: Holy shit. Sunny: You got it on your chin. Travis: Since Tuesday. I told you. Sunny: (laughing, crying a little) I’m stuck to the floor. Travis: Get a towel. And water. I’m not hanging up till you drink it. Sunny: Bossy. Travis: You like it. Sunny: …yeah.

Call ended · 12:19 AM

Travis, 12:26 AM: you drink the water Sunny, 12:26 AM: yes sir Travis, 12:26 AM: keep that one Travis, 12:29 AM: [photo] Travis, 12:29 AM: coaster is on my visor now Sunny, 12:30 AM: youre insane Travis, 12:30 AM: whats your address

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Sunny, 12:31 AM: its midnight and you get up at 4 Travis, 12:31 AM: saturday route is off Travis, 12:31 AM: address sunny

Sunny, 12:34 AM: summit st by the laundromat. yellow house, apt 3. the buzzer doesnt work Travis, 12:52 AM: im outside Sunny, 12:52 AM: the door’s unlocked

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