Cutie Cumpire and the Sticky Keys [M-solo] [MF] [exhib]

*Continued from* [*Cutie Cumpire and the Subreddit*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pbqgbz/cutie_cumpire_and_the_subreddit_msolomfexhib/)*. Check the comments/follow me for more stories in this series.*

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Within an hour, she’d replied.

u/CutieCumpire69xxx *replied to your post in* r/RedditorCum 🥵🥵🥵 *Fuck, I wish I was that wall…*

It was like licking a battery, the electric jolt at seeing that comment. It arrived just as he was getting ready for bed. He put down a navy towel and fucked a silicone sleeve over the edge of the bed, making another massive puddle for the camera.

He awoke to the comment, *adkhgkdagl fuck, yes*.

Jasper’s pulse fluttered. This was officially enough of a thing for him to reply without it being creepy, he decided. And while he wished that the words would come as easily as he did so that he could jack off for the morning and be about his day, he fretted over the exact wording for his entire morning routine and most of the train ride to work.

What he finally settled on was: 👀 *I like your pics. I could look at them next time, if you’d like that.*

He still wasn’t sure if the correct grammar and punctuation made him look polite or like some sociopathic CEO serial killer, but it was only going to be cringey if he tried to sound casual, and that was way worse.

Jasper saw the reply at lunchtime.

🥵 *Yes, please!*

Jasper got exactly zero work done the rest of the day. He sorted email, and then re-sorted it. He cleaned his desk, and then also the common kitchen. He printed out an article on machine learning algorithms and then sat by the window, flipping the page every two minutes, seeing none of the words.

Fortunately, while pulses of arousal harried him all day, the predominant emotion was anxiety, which saved him from having to hide an erection for four hours. He was simultaneously contemplating backing out and also considering how to over-achieve.

Her pictures were public. And he wanted her to know that he really was looking at her. So he was thinking through the logistics of where to pull up her pictures so that he could have them in-frame as he masturbated, without cumming all over his keyboard.

Or maybe he *should* cum all over his keyboard…

The last few hours of the day crawled by as Jasper worked out his plan.

***

After entirely too much fretting, Jasper finally set up. He taped his phone to the end of his broom to prop it up at the right angle, covered his old laptop in plastic wrap and set it on the table, and then fussed with his floor lamp for a full fifteen minutes so that there wasn’t too much glare.And then he took a step back and shook his head at just how much effort he was putting into impressing a faceless username on the internet.

But… it wasn’t really just that, was it? Her comment in the venting thread had stuck with him. She seemed to like his videos. She certainly put up with a lot of bullshit just existing in the world.So to have a little fun, to do something elaborate in her honor, hopefully making it clear that he didn’t expect anything in return… Maybe it would make her smile. And that would be pretty cool.

Jasper stood awkwardly in front of his table, naked and not at all erect, remembering that he was supposed to be recording himself jacking off.

He scrolled the wireless mouse next to him on the table and pulled open the first tab—a picture of her pulling up a short skirt and spreading her legs for the camera.

His cock throbbed to life, and he reached around to tap the record button on his phone.He’d arranged the tabs in order of clothedness to simulate a striptease. He was either a romantic genius or a total creep.And while his cock was certainly responding, when he flipped to the next image of her panties half pulled around her ass, he still couldn’t shake that feeling of being a peeping Tom. Except—she had said ‘yes, please!’. If that wasn’t enthusiastic consent, he didn’t know what was. And all the photos were public. So he wasn’t creeping… Or if he was, then she *wanted* him to, right?

A jolt of electric pleasure through his cock, like the ding of a game show bell, confirming that Jasper had found the truth. He *was* being a total fucking creep, and she *liked* it, she *wanted* it. She *wanted* him alone in his kitchen desperately masturbating at the sight of her, she probably *liked* the way the sight of her breasts chased all rational thought from his mind… And *fuck* he had made this slideshow way too long because apparently the idea of being a consensual voyeur was enough to make him burst.

Jasper slowed and tried to make it last, finally allowing himself to stare at her breasts, to picture his fingers between her legs, to imagine his teeth pulling off her panties.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum so hard,” Jasper breathed—not in that porno way that always sounded so fake, but breathy and desperate and surprised, because he literally could not stop himself from saying it.

“Y-you make my balls feel so fucking tight, a-and I came so hard last night, but I’m so full again… I was totally useless at work today…” The muscles around his base clenched tight, his prostate throbbing and sending pre-cum through his length and dripping onto the table. “Fuck, I’m dripping… I’m not gonna last much longer…”

As the pre-orgasmic pleasure swirled at his base, Jasper growled and forced himself to stop stroking. His cock throbbed needily, balls tensing and squeezing, as much pre-cum oozing from his tip as a regular person ejaculated.

“B-but you want as much as you can get, right? The l-least I can do is edge once…” He forced himself to take deeper, slower breaths until the sizzle of urgency faded enough that he could start stroking again.

Despite his best efforts, he hurtled quickly towards the peak again. “Cutie, you make me so fucking desperate…” He didn’t realize it until it was out of his mouth, but that’s how he’d been thinking of her these past few days. ‘Cutie’. He hoped it wasn’t too weird, hoped it didn’t bother her, because whatever part of his brain was steering his mouth now really wanted to say her name—or as close to it as he knew.

“Cutie… fuck! I’m gonna…” Jasper just barely remembered that there was one more thing to do before he came, and he pried his hand away from his cock and clicked over to the last tab.

This was the pinnacle of his romantic genius/total creepiness, the grand finale, the coup de grâce that would send him careening past the point of no return.

It was a close-up picture of her breasts, hanging like ripe fruit under her collarbone tattoo of the bat with spread wings, the browser zoom set to 200% so that the title of the post was massive and bold over the top of the screen: *Show me how much you’d cum on these cutie tits*

This was why Jasper had wrapped the laptop in plastic. As soon as the words hit his eyes, he burst, thick ropes of cum splattering across the screen. The sight of his cum across her breasts undid some kind of restraint within him, removed some sort of flow limiter, and somehow his fourth, fifth, sixth pulses were each stronger than the last. He moaned like he had never moaned before, and even as his flow finally slowed, it didn’t stop. He just kept throbbing and oozing and stroking until his puddle reached the edges of the plastic-wrapped keyboard.

Thick globs of his cum trailed obscenely down the image of her breasts.

“Holy fuck…” he breathed. It took him a minute longer than usual to return to his senses enough to step back and reach for his phone. “Hope that wasn’t, uh… too much…” And then he hit stop.

Jasper flipped over to the submission page before he lost his nerve. It had seemed like a good idea, but he was about to post her images in his video… but they were also public, right? And he could always delete it later.

His finger hovered over the send button. But *she* couldn’t delete it later. They were *her* pictures, but they were in *his* video. And jesus fucking algorithm christ, the thumbnail that the video hosting site had chosen for the video was his splatter of cum dripping under that distinctive bat tattoo.

While Jasper would pull down as soon as she asked, she couldn’t know that for sure. She’d agreed to him looking at her, not re-posting her likeness.

Jasper chewed on his lip and exited out of the submission screen. With the video URL still on his clipboard, he pulled open her profile and tapped ‘Chat’.

*Hey, I’m really sorry if this is crossing a line to DM you, but I wanted to make sure it was OK with you first before I posted this video. If you’d rather I don’t post it, that’s no problem. And if you want me to delete it, I promise I will, no backups and no questions asked.*

Jasper wanted to also add ‘And if you want to block me, I totally get that too’ but he didn’t want to come across as too pathetic, so he took a deep breath, pasted the URL and hit ‘send’.

And then he waited. And realized that he was being an idiot and had never actually made dinner, so he put his phone away and pulled out a skillet.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pbr2n4/cutie_cumpire_and_the_sticky_keys_msolo_mf_exhib