Maybe you were being rewarded for finally coming out of your shell and going to a party. Because right across the floor was the camboy you’ve been watching for ages. You were a constant presence in his room. Always chatting, always flirting, always tipping. The sound of your tokens always seemed to get him more excited than anyone else’s.
He was across the room in just jeans and a t-shirt. Even then, he looked so sexy but you’ve seen him in more and so much less. Stockings, garters, panties- you wondered if he was wearing them underling his clothes. So unassuming, so innocent looking but you knew he was pretty much anything but.
The dark lighting and the loud music made the crowded house seem more private than it actually was. The atmosphere gave you the courage to walk over to him. The camboy that was constantly on your screen and on your mind was suddenly right in front of you. A simple greeting turned into a simple conversation. Talking about how you were a camboy or how you were a fan of said camboy weren’t really first conversation topics.
But then you accidentally said it. The atmosphere turned tense as soon as you dropped his stage name. You’re ready for yelling, threats, for him to just walk away and ignore you for the rest of the night. You weren’t ready to see his lips curl into a smirk.
“What’s you’re username?”
The answer comes out in a whisper. Your heart and your cock can’t help but swell in excitement when he smiles at the response. The party suddenly feels like a plot in a porno. Like he’s gonna grab your hand and take you to the nearest bedroom. Would he film you fucking him? Upload it for everyone to see how good your cock made him feel?
“Can you get me a bottle of water?”
You were brought back to reality with his simple request. Which you obviously obliged to. From exciting to tense to confusion. You just watched as he chugged the water down. Gasping when his lips left the empty bottle.
“Can you get me another please?”
Watching him chug another bottle felt so intimate. Such a mundane action felt like a private show just for you. Another bottle empty. Licking his wet lips, he grabs your hand. You startle at the touch.
“Let’s go to the backyard”
The crowd of people you two wade through look blurred. All you see is him. He always looked so soft on the screen. It feels too good to be true. He leads you to a secluded corner in the backyard where the lights don’t really reach. There’s a faint illumination for you two to see each other but be hidden from sight.
“Stand right there… And keep your eyes on me”
You obey while he walks a few steps in front of you.
“Take your cock out. Touch yourself and watch me” he commands with his back turned to you.
You quickly unzip and your hand goes to your cock. You slowly start pumping as you watch. It’s just you and him. A private session in real life. He unzips and sensually slides them his legs. Adorable black panties are next to slide down. Your wonder if those will be ever be up for sale. With both palms resting against the fence, he spreads his legs apart and arches his back. Then it hits you.
The water bottles, the smirks… of course. Because he knows you. He knows what gets you off, what excites you. The realization makes you pump harder.
One hand reaches for his ass, spreading it so you have a better view of his pussy. That’s when it starts. A shy drip at first develops into a steady steam. His eyes are closed with his mouth agape. You can tell how good he feels. That satisfaction of getting to release, to let go of that building pressure. You’re doing the same with each stroke.
He’s finished before you but he doesn’t move. Last minute drips fall as he peeks over his shoulder, meeting your gaze. It’s enough to make you lose it. You coat the grass with your cum and stand there with your dick out, trying to catch your breath.
The private session seems to be over. The camboy moves from his spot, bending over to pick up his jeans and panties. You think he’s just gonna slide them on and walk right past you. But instead he walks up right to you. This is how you know him: so confident in his own skin. He’s shorter than you, naked from the bottom down, and his cunt is damp with piss. But you’re completely intimidated.
He slowly slides his pantie back on and wiggles back into his jeans. Just like that, he’s unassuming again. You follow his lead and put your cock away. A huge smile shows up on his face.
“See you later then? Same day, same time?”
You smile back. “You can count on it”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g4xahb/a_party_with_your_favorite_camboy_watersports
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