I thought I would be more repulsed at the act I had just completed, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth, but instead, seeing him so helpless and out of breath, so utterly satisfied, I felt the same sense of pride as when I completed a task on my broadcasts, no, that was wrong, I felt a greater sense of achievement from this. My very core beamed with satisfaction, doing these things online and seeing a visible reward was one thing, but feeling it, tasting it and experiencing it was on another level. My body simply hummed.
Looking at his flushed face “I hope that fully makes up for you messing up with your client because of me” I quipped, the confidence now overflowing as our ego battle of flirting resumed. He stood, reached for my chin and scooped something from me, I took his hand and guided it to my mouth, sucking his thumb and cleaning of the last morsel of his seed.
“You’re incredible, y….you know that” he stuttered, once again faltering under the power of my seduction. “I do” was my reply, as I lead him by the hand away from the fallen tree and the puddle of my own fluids just in case he saw it and started asking questions.
My legs were still a little weak, and I didn’t feel I had the strength to run, Marc seemed happy enough with our stroll with his hand wrapped tightly around mine, as we made more small talk and basked in the setting sun and the afterglow of our orgasms.
We reached the busy area of the park and decided to resume jogging for the last part. It was hard going as I wasn’t as well tucked, I could tell Marc was in some discomfort too as his pace was way off. As we neared the park gates, we slowed to a walk, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and I leant into his.
We stopped in a less crowded corner, facing each other I slipped my hand around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. It was gentle but intense, our tongues lashing each other, his hands roamed down my side before scooping my buttocks and caressing them through the thin fabric of my shorts, his touch immediately eliciting a gasp from my mouth and I could feel him smile through our kiss.
Our battle of one-upmanship was still raging, just as his once again rising member began to poke into my stomach, I instantly wrapped my hand round it and he jerked back. Face flushed and eyes pleading me not to continue. “You can’t do that here! Everyone will see” I laughed and released my grip, another round to me.
Walking hand in hand to the bus stop, just as the number 214 pull into view “we should do this again sometime” He half asked hopefully, I once again had all the power and loved the thought of him hanging to my every word and action. “I guess that would be OK, but I’d prefer you made sure you were properly free, I can’t be held responsible for making it up to you each time” I quipped, his face once again blushing as he recalled what I’d just done to him. One last drawn out hug as we reluctantly parted as my bus arrived “I’ll send you a message” blowing a kiss at his goofy face as the doors closed and I pulled away.
Holy crap! That was intense. My mind raced with what I’d just done, the consequences of the last few days events replaying through my mind. I’d taken time off camming to help figure out what to do, and in the process given myself even more to consider, if it was a mess before, it was giant cluster fuck now.
My hands trembling, I fired a message to Ellie, not telling her what I’d done, but intimating something had happened, of course she instantly called me and I didn’t want to have this conversation in public on the bus. She kept trying to ask questions, and I couldn’t answer, my body betraying me as it flushed crimson and my nipples and cock began to swell. Eventually arriving at my stop, still on the phone I dashed home and into the house. Panting as I closed the door behind me and could finally spill all the beans to Ellie who was impatiently waiting still on the phone.
We spoke while I got undressed, but agreed to have a video call once I’d got out the shower, I was very sweaty and more than a little sticky in certain areas, not least it was fairly evident from the tightening skin on my face I hadn’t cleaned it very well. I’d travelled all that way on the bus with another guys cum on my face, how embarrassing! I giggled to myself.
Refreshed and with some casual clothes on I called Ellie, she answered and immediately berated me on my appearance and the fact I was using my phone and not the computer. I wasn’t dressed badly, just simple, her on the other hand was sitting there, fully done up, a divine outfit sculpting her body, makeup the works. I actually struggled to get the words out so taken aback with how hot she looked.
I apologise and fired up my computer and the lights, she insisted in staying on the line and watching my transformation. She picked an outfit she wanted me to wear, the boots and even the makeup. Propped up against the mirror I could see her gently gyrating as I applied the finishing touches to my look, “are you playing with yourself?” I lambasted “can you blame me? You look like my living wet dream, I knew I should have just come over instead” she added with a pout.
I walked back to the bed heels clicking on the floor and switched our call over to the computer. With the higher resolution and her image filling my large monitor it was much more personal, almost like she was sat the other side of the desk “there that’s much better, we couldn’t be having any fun on a little phone screen” she had a devilish grin on her pretty face, and I knew she was already scheming.
She asked me to recount, in absolute detail what had happened with Marc in the forest, and as I told her I could feel my body responding, it was so hot, the details of how he felt and tasted. What was going on in my body as his cock hit the back of my throat, the way it cascaded down my spine and concentrated deep below.
I was also enjoying seeing her clearly get into it, I wasn’t sure if she was just using her hand or a toy, but she was definitely getting very hot under the collar. I couldn’t deny my own urges and I started stroking myself as I spoke.
When I detailed the sudden approach of Marc’s orgasm and how it supercharged my own she started audibly mewing, light moans as I coaxed her into her own climax. Describing the finale sent a shudder down my spine, my cock flexed at the memory and Ellie cried out as she came hearing my words, it was so erotic and so empowering to know I was the cause.
I slowed my own stroking, but couldn’t stop entirely, Ellie regained her focus and told me how amazing that must have been and how jealous she was. I beamed with pride, and couldn’t help but admit it was hot. However I was still concerned and asked “but sucking his cock, doesn’t that make me gay?” she scoffed and responded “there is no way you are gay, not after last night with me anyway, and what does it matter? it’s just a label for other people to use. If it makes you happy why not do it?” she had a point, although I felt guilty there was no way I could deny I’d thoroughly enjoyed it.
Our conversation turned to our outfits and our toys, and it wasn’t long before we were challenging each other to do things with them. Our outfits gradually peeled off, the toys got larger and deeper. Ellie definitely had a thing for seeing me deep throat my toys especially Biggie’s dildo. Spurring each other on, we pumped and stroked in unison as her cries rang out through my speakers matched with my own. Deliberately pooling my cum on my stomach to she could watch me feed it to myself and swallow it all down.
It was perverse but oh so satisfying. The whole time Ellie had been describing how a real cock feels inside you, how as good as the best toy is, nothing compares to the real thing attached to someone who knows how to use it. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, and it only added to the confusion around our relationship. We couldn’t be an item if she was pushing me to have sex with someone else, surely.
We chatted some more, floating the idea of a shared broadcast, maybe some special videos that we could use on each other’s platforms. We chose some images and posted them to see what sort of reaction we would get. Both satisfied and very messy, we said our goodbyes and I stayed on the computer, catching up on all the messages and stats from my accounts.
Looking at the numbers, even accounting for the last few days without going live, I still had a steady income, it wasn’t a huge amount at the moment, but I could see the trajectory and with this kind of growth I would be in a really good place in 6 months or so. But did I want to be doing this in the future? It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed it for the most part. However the whole thing with Ellie, not knowing where I stood, and Marc. What about Marc? I did like him, but not like that, well, I had to admit I liked his cock more than anything else, but more than that I wasn’t so sure.
Where was all this leading to? I had a nice easy path of taking the promotion, it was simple and neat. A better job, more money, more interesting work and a nicer team, or carry on as I had for the last few months, the end payoff may be higher, but it was all so complicated. The relationships already confusing, the cold hard reality of having to tell my family and friends. How would I be received? And did I even want this?
Exhausted both mentally and physically I quickly showered but just dried myself and slid into bed naked, no energy for moisturiser or picking out clothes. Welcoming sleep as my eyes closed and the covers wrapped around me.
Waking with no alarm clock, I had no idea what time it was, except one body part knew precisely. Standing rigidly to attention without the usual lace constraint, my morning wood throbbed insistingly. I pulled the covers back and wrapped my hand around it. No matter what direction I chose with my life ahead, I knew for certain that playing with myself as well as my toys would remain a constant.
As I idly stroked myself I couldn’t help but think of the choice that lay ahead, I still had a few days before I had to give an answer, but I was no nearer to making a decision. I reached over to my nightstand and picked a medium size toy and some lube. Accepting its girth as it spread me, sinking to my depths.
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