Hey friends!
I've been thinking a lot about exhibitionists lately, and how hot it is to get so caught up in your arousal, you can't help but want to put it on display. That's the theme in this story, and in my newest book, "A Neighborly Seduction" (that's out now on Amazon, Apple Books, Smashwords and more). It's all about what happens when you move in next-door to five horny college jocks, each with their own secrets.
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** The Accidental Camshow **
I can honestly say that I didn't intend to give my neighbor a XXX-rated floorshow. Then again, I didn't mean to end up on my back with my legs in the air, either, working my girlfriend's purple dildo into my ass while random dudes watched me on webcam.
So the whole evening, basically everything that happened last night, is kinda stuff I wish I could brush under the rug and forget about, right? Problem is, I can't.
I should've gone out with my boys when my girlfriend told me her intense, bible-belt parents weren't letting her meet up with me. Problem is I've got, like, zero cash, and that doesn't make for good times when the guys are talking about getting wasted and causing trouble.
Even if, as it turns out, I can get myself into trouble when I'm stone cold sober.
I was fucking about online, checking out the gaming sites and the forums, but it wasn't long before I started looking at porn. Yeah, I know, I've got a girlfriend, but she's pretty straight-laced, even if she's not a total buttoned-up freak like her mom and dad. So I get a little action with her - some hand-stuff, cop a feel, that's pretty much it - but me and my fist are still well acquainted.
And in a way, that's fine, because I really fucking love jerking off. Nothing much better than wrapping my fingers around my rock-hard dick, feeling it throb as I squeeze it, milking out the precum so it coats all over the head. I'm cut, which is good as my girl told me she couldn't be with an uncut guy as it was "sinful" - yeah, like I said, she's still a bit wacky - and I don't know how good a judge of size an uptight Christian girl is, but her eyes did get wide the first time she saw my bare inches.
There's a part of me which wishes we could just go all the way together, get it over with. I mean, I'm perpetually horny, it feels like, and she's cute, and I just know it'd have to feel incredible for us to finally have sex. All the same, there's this little worry in the back of my brain that something could go wrong - like, a condom breaking, or whatever - and then she'd get pregnant, and that'd bring the whole world crashing down around me.
You can't get your fist pregnant, that's another thing going for jerking off.
So, I'm on this webcam site, where random people are getting naked in front of their computers and doing all kinds of shit for other people to watch them. I'm not long back home, still in my jeans and a t-shirt, sneaker-socks and that's about it. There are some fit-as-fuck girls online and my cock is getting into it, stretching across my hip in my boxer-briefs.
With all the thumbnails, it's like you're at a candy store or something. Just a freeze-frame of what each person was doing when you loaded the page, and it's fun to imagine all the real people on the other end of those tiny pictures. Part of me enjoys clicking through, seeing what's hottest, but part of me wishes I could just watch all of them at once. Get overwhelmed by every single exhibitionist, until it saturates my whole brain and there's no room for another thought.
Anyway, I'm watching this one girl, and she's talking about how she'll finger herself if she gets enough tips. Turns out these people don't just like showing off, they can get paid: you buy tokens from the site, give them to the people on webcam, and they can cash them in later. Of course, I don't have anything to buy tokens with, so I'm rolling out these lame chat-up lines to try to get her to give me a sneaky preview.
"Turn on your cam and maybe I will," she teases, and my dick makes the decision for me.
I'm not bad looking, I reckon, clean skin and my hair is a bit of a shaggy mess, but you see college guys like that all the time. So I hit the button that says "Share Camera" and all of a sudden I'm on the screen as well, in this little window above the chat box.
"Cute," she types, and my cock throbs at the compliment. My girl tells me I'm handsome, sure, but there's something about hearing that a stranger thinks you're attractive. I know it shouldn't be a big deal, that it's pretty shallow, but it still matters.
The cam girl, though, she's not the only one trying to talk to me now. As soon as my video went live, all of a sudden all these people are interested in getting my attention. Some of them are obviously fake and spammy, trying to push online casinos and porn sites, but others are saying they'll give me tips if I take my shirt off.
That's where it gets weird, really, because most of the people asking were guys, or at least that's what I guessed from the usernames and their tiny icons. I don't have a problem with gay dudes, in fact my older bro's best bud is queer, but I'm not used to them hitting on me. And now, when I'm trying to flirt with this girl and get a look inside her panties, I've got all these randoms telling me I'm hot and that they'll pay me to play on cam for them.
Look, I'm broke. No jobs in our shitty neighborhood, so it's basically what little my parents give me and saving up from the holidays and my birthday. In short, not much.
Can you really blame me, for clicking the "Accept Tips" button?
All of a sudden there's a few bucks-worth in my jar, and the guy who paid me is asking me whether I got boned up looking at that girl. I tell him yes, and it seems so dirty to be telling some stranger something so personal, that I can't help but squeeze the head of my dick through my trousers. Just sort of grinding my palm against it.
"Were you gonna jerk off, watching her?"
I stare at the words in the chat for a moment, before other comments and emojis and weird spam sends it scrolling up out of view. I mean, I was, yeah; that was the hope, anyway. I just don't know how eager I am to admit that to some stranger.
Maybe the look on my face is enough. For confirmation, anyway. The stream of comments certainly seem to think that.
A couple more rounds, and I'm another thirty, forty dollars up, maybe. My shirt is off, and there are dudes complimenting me on my chest, which is pretty sweet because I've always been a bit self-conscious about it. Asking me to flex my biceps, and - though I'm grinning like an idiot, half to show I'm not taking myself seriously - I do it. Feeling this rush of excitement at all the praise, and wondering if this is why the girls on sites like this are here, too. Because there could easily be something addictive, about being told how attractive you are.
Some guy asks how big my cock is, but even though I do have a pretty good idea - find me a dude my age who hasn't measured it - I don't really want to say. I didn't exactly stick around on their feeds, not when I was looking for a girl to chat to, but some of the other men on camera, man, they're fuckin' hung. I'm not ashamed of what I've got, but it's not, like, a foot-long sub like some of these guys.
The guys watching me are so damn eager, though, so I get up on my knees, instead. Lift myself up, so the camera can see my crotch; when I grab my dick through my trousers, the outline in my fist is totally clear.
That seems to get them wilder than any measurement would, and they're all begging me to unzip and whip it out. Even though I know these are a load of guys, not girls, there's something about being watched and all this attention that really gets me off, I'm so hard it's almost hurting.
Some guy dumps another load of tips on my account and says he wants to see me without the trousers on. I'm feeling kinda trapped, honestly, because I didn't think I was gonna do much more than lose my shirt and maybe tease them a bit. It's not like I said that though, not upfront, and now he's paid and I kinda feel obliged.
So I shuck off my trousers, still kneeling there in front of the camera, and it's a relief they can't see my face because I'm blushing fit to burn. Not many people have seen me half-naked and with my underwear tenting out, in fact pretty much just one person. Only my girlfriend never stared at me with the sort of hunger these guys are expressing in the chat.
The boxer-briefs I'm wearing are white, and pretty clinging, and I guess you can see a whole load of what I'm packing through them because I'm getting more and more attention right now. The sharp, flared ridge of my swollen head would be obvious anyway, but with precum already soaked through in a big, translucent patch, it's practically obscene.
I don't really know how it went from there to my being totally naked. In my head it all made sense - and I guess the tips didn't hurt - but all of a sudden I'm looking down at the wet head of my cock poking out from my fist. Pushing my dick so that it stands up between my splayed thighs, and it looks super-hard and primed to bust, my balls clenched tight at the base. If I rub my thumb along the underside I can see bubbles of pre-jizz pearl out at the tip.
I'm kinda feelin' pretty desperate to jack off now, but I know that as soon as I shoot my load I'll be totally ashamed of what I've been doing. I don't really want to feel that way, not yet, anyhow.
"show us ur hole" someone types, and it's like my brain gets reeled back in to what's going on, what I'm doing. Instead of drifting out there, just floating along on being hyper-horny.
It's ridiculous, I know it is, but I scoot my hips down and - still holding up my cock with one hand - pull at my ass cheek with the other.
I dunno if he can see what he wants to see, but they're all asking me to finger my hole, and that seems a pretty fuckin' nasty thing to do. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've rubbed it a bit when I've jerked off a couple times, and it feels pretty great. All the same, sticking fingers up there has to be halfway to being queer, even if they're my own fingers, right? Straight guys don't play with their asses, or at least they don't talk about it if they do. Maybe that's half the problem, right there.
"u got toys?" the guy in the chat asks, and it takes me a second to figure what exactly he means. I'm about to say no, but then I remember that's not actually true.
My girlfriend's older sister, she's already at college. Doing some degree in something fancy, and it seems like the longer she's away from home, and from her parents, the more normal she gets. Not so hung up on religion, and moral shit, and sexual stuff. Kinda gives me hope that, if I can just stick it out with my girlfriend, she might get a bit less uptight, too.
Anyway, for my girl's eighteenth birthday, her sister got her this gag gift, a purple dildo. Both of them cracking up when she unwrapped it. Obviously my girl couldn't keep it at home, not with the God Squad likely to find it, so it ended up stuffed under my bed, wrapped in one of my old t-shirts. We've never actually used it, but it didn't seem right to throw a gift away, somehow.
I drag it out, and unwrap it, and honestly it feels totally hilarious to get this dildo out and wave it to them on camera. Making my eyes go wide when I look at it, and opening my mouth in this big, wide 'o' as if I'm about to give it head. Like I'm gonna suck off an alien dick, or something.
One dude asks me to hold it next to my own dick, and so I do. The dildo has got me beat on length, sure, but my cock is thicker and the flare of my knob is broader. And, I mean, mine isn't purple, just this angry red like always when it gets crazy hard.
"500 if you put it in your hole" pops up on-screen.
I stare at it for a moment, trying to do the math in my head. 500 tokens is, like, more than a hundred bucks, maybe. A crazy amount. I'm not too keen about the idea of fucking my own ass, but a hundred bucks is, well, it's a lot.
It's like my cock starts drooling even more intensely, at the thought of what I could do with that sort of cash. Slimy trickles running down the shaft and over my fingers where I'm holding it upright. Without thinking, brain still picturing the possibilities if I had that much money in my pocket, I put my thumb in my mouth and lick the juice off.
"nasty boi" someone says, with a little devil emoji after it, and I think yeah, hang on, I can be nasty if I need to be. A hundred bucks-worth of nasty, right?
So I stab out "ok" on the keyboard and bang, all of a sudden there's 500 more tokens in my jar, and I guess this rubber fucker is going up my ass.
I push my hips back down again, lean against the side of the bed. Poke the head of the dildo in-between my cheeks and up against my hole. Problem is, it just isn't gonna go in. It's like trying to jab yourself in the eye without blinking.
"u need lube, kid" pops up, and I feel my face going red. Because of course you do, and for some reason I don't want these guys watching me to think I'm an idiot virgin, even though I guess the truth is that I am.
I don't have lube, not proper stuff anyway, but I've got this massage lotion my coach in gym class gave me after I sprained my leg one time. I squeeze a couple pumps into my palm and then rub it up and down the length of the dildo, making sure to leave a dry bit at the wide base so I can hold on. Last thing I want is to end up in the hospital, begging them to pull a rubber cock out of my ass.
"and on ur hole" someone else suggests, and so I smear some more around my tight little pucker. I should probably work some inside, too, but I can't bring myself to do it, so I line up the tip of the dildo instead. "fucker is takin it raw" pops up in the chat box and I grin at the camera, wink at them, as I start to push.
No joke, it hurts. By the time I've worked just the head in, my ring clamping hard around the flared edge, I'm sweating. They're calling out encouragement in the chat but I'm concentrating more on not just tugging the damn thing out and calling it quits. Like, my body clearly isn't interested in taking alien dick today, and even the makeshift lube won't change that.
The thought of having to give that 500 in tips back drives me on, though. I mean, I finished the football game even after I sprained my leg, right? At some point you've just gotta man up and do what's necessary, even if that means overcoming your ass muscles so you can bang yourself with your girlfriend's dildo. It's all that "mind over matter" shit.
So I wrap my fingers around the base, get a real firm grip, and grind some more in.
My cock had started to soften a bit, what with the pain in the beginning, getting big and floppy and rubbery. All of a sudden, though, the end of the dildo is rubbing up against my insides, bumping this certain point through the walls of my ass, and my dick is bone-hard again and leaking like a garden hose.
I know my mouth has lolled open and I must look like a total fuckin' slut, but it feels amazing. Brain-melting, whole-body-shakes amazing. It's the sort of thing that you could almost get mad about, because, like, why the hell did they put this shortcut to feeling incredible up your ass, of all fucking places?
I can either be pissed at biology, though, or focus on stroking myself from the insides, and there's no question which I'm gonna pick. Gently tugging on the end of the toy, about four inches or so stuck up in me, rocking the head against that crazy pleasure spot as my eyes roll back in my head.
The chat pings, and it takes serious effort to lift my head up and check the screen. At some point I guess I started drooling down my chin, too, I was so fuckin' into it.
"pull ur legs back" he says, the guy who paid me, and so I tilt the camera down a little. Lay dow, more flat on my back, and wrap my arm around my left knee, pulling on it and spreading my ass open. The other leg is kinda wavering above me, as I try not to lose my balance and topple sideways.
My right hand is frigging the dildo in and out of my hole, about an inch of movement each time. I still haven't managed to get the whole of it in me, though there's a part of my brain which is wondering just how it'd feel if I gave it one, hard, deep shove. Almost like I could take my body by surprise.
It's only a thought, though; actually doing it would mean giving up on how it feels to grind the head of the toy against that one particular place I discovered. My cock keeps jumping and jerking about, splashes of precum flying across my stomach where the muscles are clenching and squeezing with each stroke in my ass.
I peer between my legs, at the little preview window that shows what other people can see, and for a moment I don't realize it's me I'm looking at. It looks sluttier than just about all the other webcam previews I looked at earlier on: some young guy with his legs spread wide, bright purple dildo up his hole, cock mad hard between his thighs. I'm watching as I push the rubber dick in deeper, seeing the look of surprise on my face as it rearranges my guts.
It should be enough to bring me back down to earth with a bump, to hit reset in my brain; remind me that I'm not the sort of person to expose myself like this. Only instead there's just this overwhelming urge to make the slutty guy in the little thumbnail really tip over the edge. Lose his mind, even if a whole bunch of strangers are watching it happen. Or, in fact, because they're watching. Because it feels so much hotter to have an audience right now.
And then I'm pumping the dildo in and out, the heel of my hand bumping up against my ass as the toy bottoms out inside of me each time. Running my fingers around the head of my cock, just circling them all over the precum-slick hardness, and the feelings shooting out from my hole are so fuckin' incredible and the knowledge that all these weird guys are watching me is so bizarre, that when I cum it's like my balls are trying to squeeze their way up through my dick. About five or six powerful blasts that hit my face and then my chest, spunk drooling down my stomach and pooling in my pubes.
Fuck. Fuck, oh fuck.
The smell and the heat of it, overwhelming my senses, and I can feel it sagging in thick cords down my cheeks and my nose. Over my lips, too, mixing with the drool, and then I realize I can taste myself, too. Sharp and intense, and it's enough to make my cock throb again, as if it wants to go for another round straight away.
I'm suddenly self-conscious. I mean, I'm glowing and my body is still humming, but I'm totally aware that they're all still watching me. 30 seconds ago that was hot; now, it's just weird.
I slam the lid of the laptop down, trying to catch my breath. The dildo pulls out of my ass with an almost silent pop, or maybe I just imagine that. Laying on the floor between my legs, glistening and looking so much bigger than I remember it being. Like, enough to leave you doubting whether it ever could've squeezed inside you at all.
Trying not to panic, and only just about managing it, I run my fingers over my hole. Gingerly, tentatively; expecting it to be wide-open, left gaping after all that pounding. Terrified that I've changed myself permanently, even, only it just feels like my ass does normally, when I rub soap across it in the shower. Softer, a little, and more... squishy, maybe.
I yank my hand away. Before I give in to the weird, unexpected urge to see what it'd feel like to push my finger inside myself.
I can feel the cum cooling, getting runny; drooling down off my jawline. Trickling over my chest, and I know that any minute now I'm gonna have to grab a towel, or an old t-shirt, or something. Whatever's in easy reach, anyway, because if I stand up I'm gonna start dripping on the floor. The room must stink of it.
All of a sudden I look up, out of the window. Like there was another tickle, not from the loosening cum but that itching between your shoulders when you just know someone is watching you.
I'd not bothered to shut the blinds, earlier, when I got home, and so there's no way to miss that there's someone stood there, in the house next door. Looking down into my room, a ringside seat with a perfect view of basically everything I've just been doing.
It's dark in their room, just enough light to see that it's a guy's silhouette. My lungs feel like they've frozen up, as I try to remember who, exactly, lives there. A family, certainly; a dad, and a son who I thought was away at college. Then again, it's the summer break, now.
As I watch, my brain twisting in horrified spirals, he lifts his hand up. What can only be a "Hey" sign, and because I don't know what to do, I just do the same. Wave "hello neighbor" even though my hands are slick with cum, my body splayed out and dripping. My cock unexpectedly a lot stiffer than the three-quarters hard it was just moments before, and the needling knowledge that all it would take is a couple of strokes, and I'd probably be moments away from blowing again.
It's like being told not to think of something, not to picture it. The only thing your brain can do is obsess.
My fingers find my dick on autopilot, a slicked grip around the cum-slimy shaft. Feeling myself throb with renewed need, and there's no denying it, no arguing with what's happening, now. That I boned up for a second time - minutes after spraying my face, and my chest, and a fair amount of the bed, under the intent gaze of the laptop's camera - at the knowledge that I was being watched again.
A faster show, the second time around. No tips, no chat box full of encouragement or lurid fantasies. Just the lewd, wet squelch of my fist as I jerk myself frantically; my legs spreading, another sort of instinctive display.
And though there's a part of me which wants to reach for the dildo, to compare how driving it inside me compares to the very first time I felt its unrelenting stretch of my inexperienced body, I simultaneously know there's no time, that it's too late. That all I can do is count the final strokes, single digits, before my second load of the night splashed against my belly.
Not so much cum as before, not so powerful a spray. But the twist of my abs and the tightness of my balls as the orgasm wracks me are so much more intense. Body clenching as though I'm trying to do a thousand sit-ups, and no way to hold in my gasp as my hyper-sensitive skin begins to protest in earnest.
I let my head drop back, onto the pillow. Senses overwhelmed, and for a moment it doesn't matter who's watching: not the memory of the camshow; not the man next door, in his darkness; not even a roomful of people, my imagination clustering them around the edge of the bed to silently observe my panting sprawl. Not when my heartbeat is a hammer-stroke in my ears, my skin tingling, and the throb of something like a migraine behind my eyes.
When I finally build up the energy to sit, again, to look out of the window, he's gone.
So yeah, that's how stuff got strange last night. The sort of thing you wish you could tell someone about - a friend, your girlfriend, anybody - just to get a second-opinion on whether you completely lost your mind. Only there's nobody I can talk to like that, not without burning up in embarrassment.
Hell, I can't even make eye-contact with myself in the mirror, yet, not unless I want my face to go beet-red.
Which means there's no-one to explain my biggest fear to. That for all it was strange, and out of character, some part of me still enjoyed that feeling of performing, of being watched. That every time I glance out of the window, now, it's half expecting to see the outline of a man already stood there, waiting for me to display myself. That - while I keep telling myself it was a one time thing, a mistake, and that I learned my lesson - I can't help but think it's only gonna happen again.
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