Camerashy
Ambitious young men have no time to play. They are put under enormous pressure trying to ensure that they get into the right university which will get them into the right profession which will lead them into a successful life. All the while they are endlessly distracted by vague sexual urges which seize them at the most unexpected times leaving sticky wet patches on their crisp white pants. The erections they try so hard to ignore are never satisfied, straining uncomfortably in their trousers as they flick through their textbooks trying with all their might to concentrate.
Ben walks through the door, finally arriving back home after a challenging day at college.
His mind is awash with information on physics, maths, French… ‘Mon école s'appelle...’
He’s so caught up debating sentence structure and pronounciation, he barely pays attention to what he’s doing. He mechanically drops his bag and peels his jacket off.
Ben is sick to death of French. He never plans on going to France anyway! But he’s behind in his revision of the subject.
Sexy Penny Ashton sits beside him in French class and he can barely concentrate on the lesson for five minutes without giving a sidelong glance at her prominent chest and the way she crosses her legs so her skirt slides up revealing an inch of her milky-white thigh.
He feels himself growing aroused and tries to shake the image of her out of his head.
He knows his parents are home from the sharp chopchopchop sound coming from the kitchen and the television blaring in the living room.
His thoughts are swirling with the work load he has, all those books he needs to get to.
He pops his head around the corner to see his mum.
She’s hard at work preparing their dinner.
He’s not looking forward to the dull, tasteless meal she will inevitably prepare. It makes a dismal break from his studies coming to a plate of chewy meat and over-boiled veg.
He half steps in the room, only wanting to give a quick hello and avoid any long chat concerning his day at school or his love life. “How’s it going?” he asks.
Sheila looks up and quickly scans him up and down, “God, you look exhausted!”
“Yeah. Thanks. You’re looking lovely too.”
He’s ready to turn around and go straight to his bedroom if that’s the sort of greeting he’s going to receive.
“Are you getting enough sleep?” she prods.
She’s always at him, asking too many questions. “Yes. Well… no…”
“but I’ll get on that right after I get through a mountain of books and essays and exams…”
“and don’t fail miserably,” he adds with worry.
Sheila hates to see him pushing himself so hard, “Don’t overexert yourself.”
“I’ll try…” he sighs.
“I don’t really have much of a choice right now.”
“Well then get to work.”
“You need an early night sometime soon,” she adds wanting to make sure he’s fully rested.
She has no idea of the kind of pressure he’s under. All she can do is nag him about the small things.
He knows she means well, but she does test his nerves.
“Javol,” he says quickly and turns to leave.
He spots his father, planted on the sofa as usual.
His eyes are glued to the telly, not even bothering to glance at Ben as he walks past the room.
The father and son have never had a strong relationship, certainly not close.
Ben is about to walk past without even a nod when his father unexpectedly says, “Evening Ben.”
He stops and waits for his father to look at him, but he remains focused on The Weakest Link.
“Hey…” Ben offers, not knowing what else to say.
There’s a few tense seconds of silence as Ben searches for conversational topics. They’ve not spoken much since Ben approached his father wanting to ask a few nervous questions about girls. His father became very embarrassed and quickly avoided the questions, leaving Ben mystified and awkwardly clueless about the mechanics and strange ritual of sex.
“Watching the match tonight?” his father says abruptly.
“No… I can’t, need to get an essay written…”
Uninterested in his studies, his father simply asks, “Want me to tape it for you?”
Ben wishes he could get a little support with the workload he’s got. It’s hard to find the motivation when your parents don’t even seem to find it that important.
However, Ben’s charged with self-determination. He wants to succeed and make a better life for himself.
“Yeah… that’d be great… cheers,” he responds.
There’s no way he wants to end up life his father, stuck in a low-paying manual job, apathetic towards life out there.
He turns to leave, happy to be done with his parents till dinner time.
He focuses again on the subjects he has to study, the papers he has to write.
Sighing wearily, he goes into his room ready to sit down and get to work.
But in the private of his room, his thoughts are immediately crowded with erotic images and the prospect of laying under the covers of his bed half-awake stroking his hardening cock as he's done so many evenings before sleeping.
He shakes his head and grabs for the first text book.
‘Must make a stab at this essay,’ he thinks with determination. ‘Must read about the Egyptian female goddess Amaunet.’
He flips through the pages, trying to quickly determine what he can skim-read and what requires more deep, careful reading.
He’s determined to work hard and definitely not allow himself to get distracted.
Ben diligently gets to work on his paper. He knows how easy it is to get distracted from the task at hand. His friends have allowed themselves to avoid their school work all year long and they are on the brink of failure. They’ve frequently discussed the dirty porn sites they discover online. Ben’s determined not to let his temptation to click on some of these sites overwhelm him, no matter how excited he became from his friends’ descriptions of the women they found there. He is set on getting into a top university and he’s not going to risk it being caught navigating through dodgy websites.
Ben flips through his assigned text looking for a way to summarize the dense material in this enormous tomb of a book.
He hurriedly scribbles down notes, finding little quotes to insert which will make him sound more clever and familiar with the text than he really is.
When he stops to think about it, he can’t see how this nonsense about ancient mythologies and nearly-forgotten people can fit into his daily life. Not to mention help getting him a date with that sexy girl Penny.
He understands that it’s not for him to question the practicality of information like this, but consume and regurgitate it.
Ben keeps his Messenger open while typing out the report though he knows it might be a dangerous distraction.
He simply can’t stand being totally cut off from the world sorting through his dull texts.
His fingers move with rapid speed over the keyboard, frequently having to backspace and delete his thoughts which come out rubbish.
He notices his friend Steve has come online.
The two tentatively spoke about going out later tonight while at school this afternoon. Ben insisted he has to make good headway with his essay, but Steve is relentless when he’s got a plan.
He makes a move to start chatting with him, but holds back and thinks better of it.
But Steve starts up a chat anyway.
He knew Steve would immediately start pestering him about this.
That’s Steve for you. Absolutely determined and won’t take no for an answer.
He sighs and grabs his notes again.
If only he can get the structure of this essay right the content should flow out after skimming a few text books.
A part of his mind still lingers on Steve’s invite. What if Penny will be there?
He tries to focus on the book with all its names and dates, but they get muddled in his mind. He pictures Penny stretching out her long thin legs. Penny laughing and tossing her hair.
His eyes flick onto the screen of his laptop and sees Steve has typed something else.
No matter how adamantly he tries to focus, the temptation to quickly check messages is too great.
Sometimes quickly checking messages or looking something up on the internet turns from minutes into hours and he’s no closer to finishing his school work.
Nice! He can always count on the support of his friends when trying to actively achieve something.
‘Right!’ he thinks. ‘Down to business.’
Almost an hour passes as he flips through his text books and jots down notes.
Finally he sits back exhausted, feeling no closer to finishing the essay from when he started.
He rubs his eyes in frustration, trying to block out the thought he’s wasting his youth.
Here he is… young, in his prime, cock springing up at the slightest suggestion of sex. He has to get this done!
His computer bleeps and a message suddenly appears.
Who the hell is ‘Anna’?
He thinks it can’t hurt to find out who she is at least and clicks OK. Instantly a message window pops up.
He stares in confusion at this message. Should he know ‘Anna’?
He wracks his brain trying to remember anyone he’s met with that name or anyone his friends know.
Ben decides to investigate. But he’ll play it cool and not give anything away.
‘Just find out who she is and get back to work,’ he tells himself.
‘Is she deaf?’ he wonders a little peeved.
Well, that’s obvious. Is she playing with him or what?
He throws up his hands and laughs.
He must admit, he is intrigued.
Keep the focus on her. He won’t casually chat with someone he doesn’t even know.
Alright. Now she’s acting funny. This isn’t chatting someone up in a bar. It’s talking over personal email addresses. Best to end this now.
Right. Like she knows anything about Montezuma. This is wasting his time. He’s aware of how little progress he’s making with his essay.
That’s it. Short and sweet. Goodbye Anna. Whoever you are.
Back to his essay and the glorious aqueducts good old Montezuma helped construct.
He starts typing, but his computer bleeps again.
‘What is it now?’ he thinks impatiently. He really must get to work or he can see his entire future collapsing in front of him.
Ben is baffled by the strange woman who’s contacted him through his Messenger. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. Despite being sceptical about who she is and knowing he really ought to get back to his essay he decides to chat with her a little more.
Ben was ready to close the window, but then he thinks ‘Why not have a look at her picture at least?’
His rational self tells him to cancel the download.
But he can't stop himself from taking a look.
Wow! She’s beautiful, mature and confident looking. He was expecting some big fat minger.
Ben's reluctant to send a photo back.
Hell yes he finds her attractive. But what does a woman like that want with someone like him?
His fingers are trembling slightly as he slowly types out a response.
He searches for some way to describe what he thinks of her, some way to explain that someone like him could never hope to have a woman like her.
He’s never been very poetic or good at compliments. He tries to think of some way to convey what he feels looking at her picture, but the truest response he has is in his pants.
His mind is buzzing as the little flirtation starts to escalate. This is really happening!
He doesn’t know what she’s expecting. He’s stuck in his parents’ house in the dullest suburb in the UK with only a stack of text books to keep him company!
He’s baffled trying to think what she wants from him. He thinks once she discovers he’s just an awkward kid she’ll lose interest and sign off.
He also thinks that he’s rubbish at talking to girls, “flirting” to make them laugh or turn them on. He’s no Romeo.
Part of him wonders if this girl is for real. How does he know that’s her picture. It could be one of his mates having a laugh with him.
Ben is startled by her message. Is that really her phone number?!
He stares at the screen, frightened and excited.
Instantly he goes to punch in the numbers, but then stops himself.
What’s he doing? What could he say to her? Some strange girl he doesn’t even know.
He looks up at her photo again and thinks about what she typed. What does she mean by “play”?
He can imagine how sexy her body must be. She has a penetrating stare. It’s like she’s really looking at him.
The thought of her spying on him, watching him in his own bedroom arouses him.
His heart is beating fast as he wonders what she’ll think of him. Will she be excited? Disappointed?
His trembling thumb hovers over the numbers.
He presses call, wondering what in the world he’s doing. His work can wait a few minutes. This is the chance of a lifetime.
He feels a tremendous rush hearing it ring.
It rings three times and then she picks up. “Hello?” a smooth woman’s voice says.
“Hi… it’s Ben,” he says nervously. “Ben?” she says lightly. “From the chat… you just gave me your number.”
“How are you doing Ben?” she says firm and confident. “I’m fine… but…” he stutters. “Do you want to play with me?” she cuts him off. “Yeah, sorry, what do you mean by play?”
“I’ll show you. Turn your webcam on,” Anna says. Ben reaches up and directs the camera at himself. He’s not sure why he’s doing this, but it excites him.
With hesitation, he turns it on. He imagines that pretty woman in the picture looking at him now.
There’s a tense moment of silence as he’s painfully aware he’s being observed. His hairs stand on end.
“You’re a good looking boy,” she says. A wave of relief covers him. “I… um… thank you?” he says weakly.
His dick stirs in his trousers and his hand brushes over it unconsciously.
“Stand up and step back. Let me see you,” she commands him.
He’s not sure about this. He feels very awkward and self-conscious but nonetheless does as she orders.
“Has anyone told you that before?” she asks.
“Told me what?”
“That you’re good looking,” she says firmly. Ben feels his cheeks heat up. He can’t believe a girl is saying this about him. “No… I… I’m not, I’m just…” he mutters.
“Look at me. You are. Don’t be embarrassed…. Now smile for me,” she continues. He does his best to smile for her and fight his fear. “Give me a proper smile. Come on, you’re a cute guy, you must know women like to look at you, right?” she encourages him.
He imagines her sitting in her bedroom watching him on her screen. He wonders what she’s wearing.
Ben laughs nervously. All the nerves on his body feel awakened.
He feels his cock hardening in his jeans and he becomes very nervous. “You don’t have to be embarrassed…” she says as if she knows! “I’m not, it’s just –“ he falters.
“You’re not embarrassed?” she says quizzically. “No… I…” he falters feeling under pressure. “Well then show me,” she says firmly.
“What?” Ben says confused. “Let me see you,” she insists. “See… what?”
“Take off your trousers,” she instructs him. Take off his trousers? With her watching?! His pulse is racing. He can’t do it. “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
He can hear her say “Please” as he pulls the phone away from his ear. His stomach is churning he’s so nervous. He can’t do this sort of thing.
He hangs up on her.
Was that cowardly of him? He’s still shaking and he tells himself firmly to get a grip.
He remembers the webcam is still on. She’s watching his every movement. She must think he’s a total loser.
He quickly shuts off the webcam feeling ashamed.
Sitting back down to his essay, he can still feel the hard on in his trousers and he thinks about being watched by her and her soft pleading voice asking him to take his trousers off.
He’s never thought of himself as a sex object, that anyone would actually want to see HIM without any clothes on.
He tries to keep typing about Montexuma and the Conquistadors, but it all seems so trivial next to this buzzing sensation, the thrill of meeting this girl by chance online.
Who is she and how did she find him? She’s so mysterious… so beautiful. He dials her number again, but stops the call before she picks up.
This is crazy. He knows he must get back to his essay. His future is at stake.
But he can't help wondering where it would have gone, what her “games” were. Suddenly the phone starts vibrating.
He picks it up and hears Anna’s silky voice again, “You called?”
“I… well…” he mumbles uncertainly. “Do you want to play?” “I was thinking… well, maybe… but I’ve got this essay and…” Anna says, “Your essay can wait, I’m sure.”
“I suppose,” Ben mutters, bursting with excitement. He’s really doing this! “So turn your camera back on,” she instructs him and Ben does so.
He’s aware of her watching him again, this mysterious woman who is sexually excited about watching him!
Suddenly he feels very giddy, up for anything. His cock is hardening in his trousers again. “Are you ready?” Anna says. “Yes,” he smiles looking directly at the camera.
“Good. Do you have speakerphone on your phone?” she asks. “Yes…?” “Put me on speakerphone.” “I don’t know… my parents are…” “Put me on speakerphone,” she insists.
Ben does as he’s told. It’s exciting following Anna’s orders while knowing he’s being watched.
“Thank you. I take it you’re feeling more comfortable with…” her voice rings out loudly because the volume is too high.
“playing with me now. You don’t sound as nervous as you did before.”
Ben’s parents hear a strange female voice coming from his room.
That’s strange. They wonder if they should investigate. What’s the boy up to?
They look at each other and shrug, can’t be bothered to get up. He must be listening to the radio or something.
Ben’s heart is thumping madly in his chest. He concentrates only on Anna’s commanding voice.
They snuggle up together and go back to watching Anne Robinson humiliate a suitably thick contestant.
“Are you still there?” Ben nods, conscious of how loud the phone was. He’s turned it down now. “Is everything ok?” Anna enquires.
“Yeah… it was just too loud,” he says nervously. “I’m sorry… I’ll try to keep it down. Unzip your trousers,” she says. “I don’t know about this.” “Come on, it’s just the two of us here,” she says insistently. “Do it. For me?”
It’s unnerving being spied on by this mysterious girl, following her every order.
Ben’s hands are trembling as he fumbles with his belt. Even though he’s in his own bedroom alone, knowing that he’s watched makes him feel very vulnerable.
He’s aware of his stiff cock pressing against his pants, frightened of actually letting her see how excited he is.
“Can I see more of you?” she says curiously. “More? How much more?” “Take your shirt off.”
Ben supposes this is alright. No point messing around. He whips it off quickly.
“That wasn’t very sexy… put it back on and take it off slower,” Anna insists.
He’s sorry to have disappointed her. But he’s never done anything like this before. He’s incredibly nervous.
Feeling awkward and stupid, he pulls the shirt back on.
Aware that every tiny movement he makes is being monitored and judged, he reaches for it again.
He pulls it off slowly trying to imitate what he imagines a stripper would do.
He feels ridiculous and wonders what she’s thinking.
He slides the shirt off with a flourish, trying to look graceful when he really feels awkward.
Anna gives a small delighted laugh, “Much better. How do you feel?”
“Fine,” Ben says, though the adrenaline is rushing through his body.
“Good. Take the rest off…” Anna says. Ben freezes in place staring at the camera, staring at her picture.
He imagines her sitting at her computer watching him. Those eyes scrutinizing him. His dick throbs as he thinks about exposing himself to her.
Ben wonders if he really can take it this far. This is madness. But to continue with the thrill he's feeling now is so tempting…
Ben has all but forgotten about his books suddenly caught up in the exhibitionistic excitement of flashing for a woman on webcam. It blows his mind that a mysterious confident lady somewhere is turned on by HIM! At college there are girls his own age he was planning to ask out and at the New Year's disco he had some pretty sexy snogging. But this is in a different league. It all feels wild and unknown.
Ben stares nervously at the eye of the camera wondering what she means exactly by “take it all off.”
Does she mean his jeans AND pants?! He feels his cock stir at the thought and the knowledge that his jeans are already hanging loosely open.
He decides to obey her and go a little further though he knows he shouldn’t.
This is so out of character for him. He’s always kept on the straight and narrow, but now he’s stripping for a complete stranger just because she asked him to!
He’s in his own familiar bedroom, but this still feels dangerous like he’s exposing himself to the world with his parents sitting in the room next door.
“Slowly,” Anna directs him on his speakerphone. “Sexily… perform for me.”
Ben feels awkward and isn’t sure what to do. Perform like a stripper? He never imagined anyone would want to watch him strip.
His heart is racing, a side of him he didn’t know existed is revealing itself.
He mimics what he imagines strippers must do, twirling his sock and shaking his hips back and forth.
Anna has started some music, fast and raunchy to inspire Ben along.
He carelessly throws the sock away, smiling self consciously at his own bravado.
Anna laughs and Ben feels good knowing he’s entertaining her.
He wants to give a good show for her and spins around shaking his arse.
“And those too…” Anna yells out encouragingly. “Please…?” Ben stares down at his shorts. Go totally naked?!
Adrenaline surges through his body and his hands shake as he tugs worriedly at his pants.
He tries to keep moving to the music while shimmying out of his pants. This is really happening. While a mysterious woman is watching him!
He’s very conscious of how his dick is still partially erect as he slowly reveals it to her.
It’s like he’s completely letting his guard down and giving himself over to the woman watching him.
It’s an incredible feeling revealing his naked body to a woman for the very first time.
He throws his pants away feeling free, his cock and balls hanging completely released.
He wonders what he looks like on Anna’s computer screening, what she’s doing while she’s watching him.
Ben listens to the beat and tries to keep moving, but he’s very aware of every part of his body.
His dick swings heavily back and forth like a pendulum.
He tries his hardest to appear casual like he’s done this a million times. But his movements are unwieldy as he’s painfully conscious of how exposed he is.
Anna laughs aloud and Ben can hear her on the speakerphone.
“What’s funny?” Ben asks worried.
In a panic he thinks he must look foolish or severely inadequate to this mature woman.
“Nothing! You were good. Really good,” she insists.
Ben covers himself shyly, not quite believing her. Does she really find him attractive? Is his cock too small?
“Can you make it hard for me?” Anna asks.
He looks down at his cock feeling an erotic jolt just from her asking that. “Please? … Pretty please?” she coos.
He nervously strokes his dick feeling how easily it pulses and heats up in his hand.
It’s embarrassing revealing how his dick hardens. This is something he’s only ever done in private before.
It feels like he’s displaying what a dirty pervert he is.
His breath gets caught in his chest as he strokes it, his heart pounding madly.
A grin creeps up on his face. He’s surprised how fucking good this feels. Ten times better than when he’s done it on his own.
He can feel her eyes on him, the woman’s sexual excitement making him want to do anything to please her.
His dick springs up stiffly.
He presents it proudly for her to look at.
His cock is tingling, alive and hot.
He gently strokes it, not wanting to excite himself so much that he has an accident.
“That’s it - nice and hard,” Anna says.
His cock twitches upward, so full and hard he’s gone almost dizzy from his blood rushing in excitement.
“Will you bend over for me?” Anna asks.
“Sorry?” Ben says confused.
What does she want him to do that for?
“Turn around and bend over… and then spread your cheeks,” she says commandingly. “What? Why?” Ben says perplexed. “Why not?”
Ben does as he’s told, his hard on bouncing as he turns around.
This feels incredibly weird, but he’s trusted her voice so far and is willing to follow her wherever she wants to take him.
“Spread your cheeks…” she says again.
He holds his arse cheeks and pulls them slightly.
Baring his arse to the camera feels entirely different from the front, another level of dirtiness he hadn’t even thought of.
He can’t understand why she or anyone would want to look at this part of his body.
“Very good. Now put a finger into your arse,” she continues.
His hands are shaking. He doesn’t think he can do this.
He’s always thought of his arsehole as a dirty part of his body, something he doesn’t even like to touch while washing in the shower.
“I’ve never done it before…” he says nervously. “I’m sure you’ll like it,” Anna insists. “I don’t know,” Ben says sceptically.
"You’ve got this far…" Anna says. He thinks about it fearfully, his heart thumping in his chest like a hammer.
Slowly he reaches around and presses one finger into the crevice to gently feel the smooth flesh of his hole.
He pushes it in a little and then a little further, probing slowly and nervously. Damn this is weird!
It’s difficult to reach around enough. Every movement feels strange and new to him.
Tentatively he slides his little finger into his tight arsehole.
It feels very weird, but it stimulates something inside him he’s never felt before.
This part of him feels surprisingly warm and sensitive.
He looks back at the camera wondering what she’s thinking about him, if this is good enough.
“Do you have any toys?” Anna asks.
“Toys…?” he says confused.
“Toys, implements ... Things to replace your finger…” she says gently.
This is too strange and frightening.
“No… I can’t!” he insists.
“Calm down…. Ok?” Anna says soothingly. “I’m not going to put anything inside me!” Ben says firmly. “Come on, relax, this is meant to be fun…”
“I don’t want to do this,” Ben insists. There’s a tense pause and then Anna says, “Is it that you don’t want to do it… or that you’re afraid to do it?” Another pause and then she continues, “Are you afraid you’ll like it?” Ben doesn’t know. “I… erm…”
“Listen Ben,” Anna says patiently. “This is all natural, it’s a part of growing up. Every adult plays with themselves… they experiment… I play with myself every day. Tell me, does this excite you?” “Yes,” Ben admits. “So let’s see where this takes us… does that sound good?” Ben thinks about it.
Ben nods, “Yeah… it sounds fine.” “Good. Now find something to replace your finger.” “Um…” Ben isn't sure what kind of thing she means.
He holds up a pencil and asks her, “Will this do?” “Hmmm… Something bigger…” she says.
Ben looks around trying to find anything that is long and thin.
“What about this?” Ben offers. “It’s a start…” Anna says. “Show me what you can do…”
It’s entirely up to him now. She’s watching his every movement and he has to do whatever he can to excite her, keep the momentum going.
The thrill of following this mysterious woman’s dares is unexpectedly titillating to the earnest young student. He’s heard of people having “webcam sex” before, but he never expected it to be this exciting. As the sultry female voice on the phone pushes him further and further into the unknown Ben is discovering the surprising pleasure he can gain from becoming a performer for a turned on woman.
He bends over and tentatively presses the handle of the brush against his sensitive arsehole.
His heart is racing as it slips inside. This is so dirty! And knowing that a woman is watching him do this perverted thing gives him even more of an adrenaline rush.
He looks at the camera wondering what she’s thinking and feeling as he penetrates himself.
His arse resists the intrusion and he has to slide the brush handle in ever so gently to get the tight skin to yield.
Gradually he slides it in, a centimetre at a time.
“Deeper,” Anna says over the speakerphone. “You’ll like it, I promise.” “But the bristles…” Ben protests.
“Deeper…” Anna says, her voice firm and insistent.
Ben leans over further so he can push it in further.
He shoves it in just because she ordered him to.
“Deeper,” Anna says again. Ben wants so badly to please her, but this feels so strange.
His skin is tingling all over feeling this strange object enter his bottom.
“Well done,” Anna says.
“Will that do?” Ben asks his voice shaking and his cock slightly engorged. “Yes. Did you like it?”
The hairs are sticking up on the back of Ben’s neck, hyper-aware that his every movement is being watched.
“It was ok… I didn’t like the bristles,” he says to the camera. “What else do you have?” Anna asks. “Nothing… I can’t think…”
“How about… something from the kitchen?” Anna suggests. “What?” “How do you feel about carrots?” “I… um…” Ben stutters. “They’re not necessarily much bigger than fingers… right?” Anna assures him. “I guess…” Ben mumbles. “Well bring one here,” Anna insists.
Ben peers out of his room. He doesn’t know if he can do this.
Slowly he steps out into the hallway, searching for his parents. He can still hear the television on and he’s confident they’ll be planted in front of it but even so…
Ben’s heart is thundering in his chest. He slides along the wall, his cock still slightly engorged.
The murmuring chuckle from his parents can be heard blending in with the sound of high-pitched studio audience laughter.
Ben tries to keep against the wall, silent and invisible as a cat burglar.
He waits for the right moment to lunge into the kitchen, every second filled with gut-wrenching danger.
His parents burst out laughing and throw their heads back.
‘NOW!’ Ben can almost hear Anna’s voice shouting in his head.
Quickly he hunts around the cupboards. What on earth can he use?!
He searches feverishly through everything disregarding a spoon, a spatula, an egg.
He opens the vegetable drawer and spots something long and thin-ish.
Ben can hear Anna’s voice in his head again telling him that this is perfect. Quickly he snatches a carrot from the bag.
In his haste, the carrot flies from his hand.
It hits the floor with a soft thud.
His mother’s sharp ears pick everything up.
Ben freezes and listens out, his stomach twisted in worry.
She looks around suspiciously.
Strange, she could have sworn she heard something.
Ben listens out trying to hold his breath. If his parents were to discover him here he’d be severely punished and branded a sick pervert.
He feels overwhelmingly dirty about what he’s doing.
His mother shrugs and goes into the loo.
Ben can’t believe the risk he’s taking – all for some mysterious girl he’s never even met!
He grabs the carrot even though it looks enormous to him.
Quickly he slips back into the hallway, walking slowly and carefully so as not to make the floor creak.
His father’s eyes are glued to the television. He’s completely lost in the program he’s watching.
He creeps along incredibly aware of his dick and balls swinging freely.
Almost there now. Just have to dash around the corner and then he’s safe.
Ben silently slips back into his room.
His pulse is racing from the danger of what he just did.
He holds the carrot up to the camera. “Will that do?”
“Looks fine to me… give it a go,” Anna says.
Ben bends over and freezes, uncertain whether he really wants to do this.
“Don’t think about it – just enjoy yourself,” Anna instructs him over the speaker phone.
He pushes the cold object against his sensitive hole which has already been pried open from his earlier experiment.
He slowly works the carrot in, wanting to stop but pushing himself to go further knowing Anna is willing him on.
Ben holds his breath and his muscles tighten receiving the thick object.
He tries to jam it a bit more. Every part of his body feeling hyper-sensitive and exposed.
Gently he’s able to start sliding it in and out.
He’s overcome with shame knowing how unmanly this is…
Fucking himself with a big fat carrot! What would his mates say if they knew?!
He rams it in further feeling his cock tingling.
He wants to please Anna with every fibre of his being.
Breaking through all his limits he shoves the carrot in as far as he can make it go.
He’s surprised by how his arsehole acts like a suction pulling it in.
He can feel it deep inside his tender buttocks.
Ben grunts in surprise fucking himself for the first time.
“That’s good, how’s it feel?” Anna asks. “Uurrhh.. it’s alright… bigger than the hairbrush…” he says. “Do you like it?” “I… I’m not sure… Yeah… Maybe,” his cock has stiffened up to his surprise.
“You look really hard there… why don’t you play with yourself too?” Anna suggests.
Ben strokes his dick while continuing to push the carrot in and out of his arse.
He’s amazed how good this feels, playing with his hard dick for a total stranger. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself… Are you going to cum?” Anna asks. “Yeah… soon,” Ben moans. “Cum on the camera.”
Ben obediently climbs up on the desk.
He positions himself right over the camera knowing she is staring at him, his entire naked body on show.
He eagerly pumps his dick. It feels so full and hard, pulsing in his hand.
“Go for it,” Anna says on the speakerphone.
He pumps his cock vigorously while continuing to shove the carrot up his arse.
He stares at her picture, horny at the thought of this girl getting off on watching him.
He pumps his cock faster and faster in frenzied excitement.
Sperm floods through his hard cock and shoots out.
He’s wildly screwing and stroking himself, every inch of his naked body feeling hot and alive.
A huge stream of goo flies from his dick all over his camera.
The ecstatic feeling of ejaculating is heightened knowing he’s being watched.
The stuff sprays all over, splattering against the camera lens.
He’s so wrapped up in the heated excitement he doesn’t care about the mess he’s making or what he looks like.
He only cares about emptying his balls as quickly as possible.
He stares down at his dripping cock in surprise and wipes a seeping drop of cum from the slit.
Ben is grinning with pride, overcome by the daring thing he just did. “You did really well,” Anna says making him smile more.
“Thank you… that was amazing!”
“It’s my pleasure. See you at school tomorrow!” Anna says.
Suddenly there’s a burst of laughter in the background which breaks out into a chorus of laughter coming from multiple girls.
The phone hangs up and then nothing but the grating beep of the dial tone. Ben peers into the camera and says desperately, “Hello? Who else is there? Do I know you…? Hello?!?”
