Chapter 5
Peter was turned on. Yet again. After receiving that request from IronDaddy, he felt like his whole body was on fire. He thought long and hard about the best possible replies, and what kind of undies should he wear. He did not have much to begin with, because he was afraid, his roommate would find them somehow. He hid his dildos in a way, serial killers would do with their victims. Still, he made sure every time he left the dorm room, his collection is well-hidden enough. Paranoid? Nah, just cautious.
Then one day, as a miraculous brick from the sky, the opportunity hit him. He was walking in the nearby shopping mall with a few classmates, when he saw a lingerie shop. It’s not like Victoria’s Secret or Triumph were unknown for him, but he hadn’t noticed this store before. A quick peek inside, and he saw some real beauties. He knew, where to come back for some wardrobe-refreshments.
Long story short, he bought five new underwears, took the photos, and sent them to his faceless patron. What he didn’t expect was a reply.
He sat on his bed alone at his room, and stared at the little icon, signaling the new incoming message from IronDaddy.
Peter’s heart beat so hard, he could hear his blood rushing in his veins. It was weird, how quickly he came to care about this person’s messages. IronDaddy commented under every new video, he was there anytime he uploaded a new one, he was in the chatroom, and always praised him, like Peter was the best thing on earth for him. Peter thought, he should feel intimidated by the constant presence of the man, but somehow – he didn’t know how – he didn’t feel threatened. He did not know IronDaddy of course, but he did not feel, the man to have bad intentions.
He opened the message, and inside was a video. Above it a short comment.
If you don’t like this, or find it uncomfortable, I won’t send anything like this in the future.
He clicked on the button, and the video started playing. First, just some rustle noises and darkness, but then the camera focused on the silhouette in front of itself, and a poorly lit body appeared on the screen. A torso to be exact. Peter gasped at the sight, the man in the video was just… incredibly hot. Was it IronDaddy? It must be him! Who else would it be? The man was sitting in a comfortable office chair in a black sleeveless shirt, rolled up to let the muscular chest and pecs to be seen. Hints of fine hair here and there, some of them silvery, but not less perfect. The man was not bulky, but definitely in an amazing shape. Well defined chest and abs, and below that delicious V line, Peter could not tear his eyes off. The man in the video was stroking himself, letting his big, strong hands wander around, sliding over the abdomen and slowly easing itself downwards.
When the man grabbed himself through his trousers, Peter let out a small moan and unconsciously did the same. He wanted to feel those hands on him. He could get lost in the touch of those hands and purr like a kitten. He imagined those hands grabbing him, tossing him to his bed, pinning him down. Two thick fingers sliding into his mouth while that perfect body pressed him down.
The man stroked himself a few times, then slid his right hand into his trousers. The bulge was so prominent, Peter was absolutely sure, the man did not wear any boxers underneath. His mouth started watering at the thought of the man’s cock. He wanted to see it. He needed the sight. Was it as perfect as the rest of that body? It sure as hell was.
The man in the video groaned and Peter almost lost himself. The sound was so deep, so thrilling the young man felt shiver run down his back, his own cock swell and precum started leaking. He started stroking himself with one hand, while the other one slithered to his backside and he started massaging himself with one shaky finger. The video indeed had its effects.
The man in the video groaned again, and pulled the trousers lower letting Peter catch a glimpse of the tip of the man’s dick. A little bit lower, and the boy could see a hand moving up and down in a fast rhythm. Just a little bit more… The unnecessary piece of clothing got discarded and Peter moaned at the sight. The man was leaking, his hands stroking the big, fat cock so hard, it blurred in the video. Goosebumps appeared on Peter’s back and arms, as he felt himself getting closer to the edge just by looking at the man. He felt like a needy slut, but wanted nothing more right now, than feeling that huge cock inside him. His mouth, his ass doesn’t matter. He needed to feel it! His thighs began shaking as the pleasure built up inside him, and as soon as he pushed two of his fingers inside himself, he came so hard, he saw white spots for a few seconds.
Not so long after, the man in the video came as well with an audible grunt, shooting white streaks of his cum onto his abs. Peter was mesmerized by the slowing motion of those hands and the way one of them creeped up and smeared the white mess on the taut skin.
When the video stopped, he immediately started typing a reply.
Daddy… you are amazing! To think that I caused this with those pictures I sent to you… They were totally worth it! You look so good, I wish you could pin me down and fuck me hard.
Only after sending the message was, when he started worrying. Did he sound too desperate? I truly hoped he did not. How should he think after seeing what he just saw? And how should he not think about it after seeing?