Gary hated these family BBQs, which was why he spent most of his time thinking about phone sex. While his uncle bragged about a new lawnmower and his aunt pushed a plate of soggy potato salad toward him, Gary was busy sexting Zephyr. He stared at the latest photo she sent—her huge, heavy breasts were barely contained by a sheer lace bra, her nipples poking through the fabric. He felt a sudden, pulsing heat between his legs that made his breath hitch.
His hard dick was now straining against his denim jeans, making it impossible to sit comfortably in the plastic lawn chair. He mumbled a quick excuse about needing the restroom and hurried into the house, nearly tripping over the dog. Once the bathroom door clicked shut, he locked it and dialed Zephyr's number. He lived for her sexy voice and the way she knew exactly how to push his buttons during their favorite phone sex sessions.
"Hey there, baby," Zephyr purred, her voice sounding like velvet. "I can tell you're desperate. Are you touching yourself for me right now?" Gary groaned, sliding his zipper down with a shaky hand. "Yes, I'm so hard it hurts. I can't stop thinking about those big tits of yours and how they feel." Zephyr whispered back, "Mmm, imagine them pressing against your chest, squeezing you tight. I want you to imagine my wet pussy wrapping around that thick cock of yours. I can almost feel you twitching inside me while I scream your name." Gary gasped, his breathing becoming heavy and ragged. "God, I want to bury myself in you. I'm almost there, Zephyr. Please, just keep talking to me." She urged him on, "Rub it faster, Baby. Think about how loud I'll moan when you finally blow your load all over my stomach. I want to feel every drop of you."
Gary came so hard, heaving a shaky sigh, he hung up, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. He cleaned up and straightened his clothes, splashed some water on his face, and walked back into the backyard. The moment he stepped onto the porch, he realized something was wrong. His parents, cousins, and aunts and uncles were all staring at him in absolute, horrified silence. Then, the Alexa speaker on the patio table crackled to life. "Don't forget to call back tomorrow, you little slut," Zephyr's voice boomed across the yard, echoing off the fence. Gary froze as he realized his phone had automatically connected to the Bluetooth and hadn't hung up after their call. He had just broadcast his most explicit phone sex call to the entire family.
