Malcolm

The office was completely quiet, the computer underneath my desk hummed softly, soft enough for me to still be able to hear my heart thumping in my chest. If only Katherine knew about everything I had been imagining the past few months, how badly I wanted to do things she could never have guessed. For a long time Snapchat had been my salvation, a way for me to interact with men the way I might've done if things were different.

Last may I had done a video call with one of the cutest guys I had ever seen. His name was Malcolm and he was from England, he had short blonde hair and a soft feminine body. We had been chatting for a while, had sent nudes back and forth, which had made me harder than anything Katherine had ever showed me. Katherine had left to go out with some friends late at night and Malcolm had just sent me a message, asking me if I was as horny as him...

Just as I had propped up the phone on the sink in the bathroom he called me. I quickly picked up, still unbuttoning my jeans. He smiled the brightest smile upon seeing me struggling with my pants and held his phone out to reveal his fully naked body. Malcolm blew me a kiss and a wink, remaining quiet, as he had said he needed to be because of his roommates roaming around. Dropping my pants and pulling off my shirt I stood back to reveal my own naked body, my cock standing straight up, hard as a rock. Malcolm pulled his legs back as he lay in bed, filmed his throbbing dick, slightly thicker yet shorter than mine and began stroking it. He stared at the phone and it felt as though he was staring through me. The moment I touched my cock I felt precum beginning to leak from the tip. I let it roll onto the tip of my fingers and showed Malcolm. He picked up the pace, his balls tightening as he stroked furiously. Suddenly he put the phone closer to his lips and whispered, 'Taste it for me baby.' I had never done such a thing, but at that moment I might've done anything to please him. I squeezed another dollop of cum onto my fingers and stuck them into my mouth, tasting my own precum and feeling my cock jump with excitement. Malcolm put the camera back onto his cock and nodded, biting his lip and stroking with reckless abandon. I felt myself shudder seeing his beautiful cock and let myself dream freely about how bad I wanted to feel him thrust it into the back of my throat. My fantasies didn't even surprise me anymore, not as they had used to do, they were thoughts constantly at the forefront of my mind and I was reveling in them.

As we kept stroking with the same, quick pace, Malcolm's eyes rolled back. He opened his mouth and the camera began to shake. Like a volcano erupting he began to shoot hot cum all over his hand, his wrist, his stomach and his cock. I could hear him muffle a groan and watched as his beautiful cock shot out load after load of hot cum. I followed soon after, the sight of Malcolm unloading for me becoming too much to bare. I splattered cum all over the bathroom sink, feeling it drip down my hand as I continued to massage my sensitive head. Afterwards we smiled at one another, our brains hazy and legs weakened. Nothing else was said before we hung up, but in the chat Malcolm told me how much he had enjoyed it and how he wished we could do it more often. I agreed, though unsure if that was even a realistic thought.