Roo's Birthday Surprise

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The man's muscles ripple as he pumps his fist up and down. A sheen of sweat glistens off his olive skin. Andrew finds himself staring at the guy's tattoo, a red rose with a stem like barbed wire, running from the man's left pectoral all the way down to his pubis; Andrew's gaze follows the tattoo until his eyes settle once again on the man's erection, looking blurry but still impressive. The guy's webcam can't process the speed with which he is jerking off.

Andrew's slender fingers dance over the keyboard, tapping keys with uncanny precision. Roo's right hand is buried in his trousers, wrapped around his own cock. Enter. A loud ping -- too loud, it hurts his ear -- momentarily drowns out the other guy's soft moans and heavy breathing. An indication Andrew's message got delivered via private chat. Andrew adjusts his earbud, rereads his own message on the screen.

can i see ur face??

He doesn't expect a reply. The other guy (nickname: heli0s29) never replies. At least, he's never replied to Andrew, but Roo's never seen him typing either. Except for the black cloth bandana covering his face, "Helios" is always fully naked already when he gets online -- usually every Saturday and Sunday between 3 and 4 in the afternoon, sometimes in the evening on weekdays. Andrew knows this because the website sends alerts to his phone whenever Helios comes online (for a fee, which Roo pays for with the credit card his dad "lost" but hasn't blocked yet).

Roo types another message, hits send.

mmm ur cock looks so fine

Roo picks up the pace, his fist moving up and down the length of his shaft while his eyes rove over Helios' body before fixating on the webcam performer's thick cock again. He types yet another message, his breathing shallow.

I want to feel it

And he does; he imagines what it would be like to have Helios' dick in his mouth. Would he be able to take it all in? What does Helios taste like? It's funny, in a way -- up until a couple of months ago, Andrew never would have wondered about stuff like this. And then one day, on a whim more than out of curiosity, he surfed to the cam site and clicked one of the performers at random. Helios.

And Andrew was hooked. Gay for Helios. Well, not only for Helios... Ever since Andrew first blew his load while watching Helios stroking his thick dick live on cam, he's been looking at guys differently. Sneaking glances at the curve of their ass, the bulge in their pants. Getting not-so-random boners in the shower after gym class, surrounded by smooth, soapy bodies. Furiously masturbating at night while imagining his hand on another guy's ass, his mouth on biceps and pecs and abs and cock.

A tingle in his balls warns Andrew he's close. He slows down his strokes, tries to tense the muscles around his perineum -- he read about this online: it delays the orgasm and makes it more intense. And, what the hell; Andrew reaches out for the keyboard again.

its my birthday

Roo doesn't really know what he hopes to accomplish by sharing this tidbit about himself with Helios, and it doesn't matter. His breathing comes in shallow gasps; he leans forward in his chair, nose almost pressed to the laptop's screen as he takes in the sight of Helios' dick and imagines it filling him up, imagines the weight of Helios' body on his own, pressing him down while little drops of sweat fall down from Helios' brow onto Andrew's own face, his lips brushing against Helios' bandana as their eyes lock--

"Oh, fuck," Andrew gasps. "Fuuuck." Hot cum spills over his fingers and darkens the inside of his sweatpants. He'll have to wipe them clean before putting them in the laundry basket, or his dad might wonder about the stain.

Pling.

That's weird. He hasn't sent any message... Still in the throes of his orgasm, Andrew gasps. On the screen, in a red font, is a message from Helios.

happy bd ;)

An actual message from Helios! Andrew stares at the screen, flabbergasted. Helios is back to stroking his dick, but is that a crinkle at the corner of his eye? Is he smiling underneath that bandana?

Andrew jumps when there's a knock on the door. "Just a sec!" He slams the laptop closed, reaches out for a pillow with his left hand -- his right still wrapped around his cock, sticky with sperm -- and knocks over the plastic water bottle on his desk. "Shit!" He tries to pick it up, now holding a pillow, and only succeeds in batting the bottle off the table.

The door opens. Andrew freezes, horrified, pillow in one hand while the other's in his tented and stained trousers. He opens his mouth. Closes it. Then screams, "Oh my god, dad! Why do you even knock if you're just gonna come in anyway?"