Gay Man Masturbating Behind The Cam

A lifetime away in the same room as the camera flickers and the picture is sent from desktop to desktop. Hissing and buzzing, the crackling soon fades and the soft voice breaks the silence. A little giggle, reassuring, coaxing a broad grin. The innocent chatter with an underlying tone of tension.

He talks and I have to listen. His voice is spellbinding. There's something about a voice that either draws you closer or pushes you away. His is the kind of voice that would leave a line of people trailing behind him for more. Every word is accented with meaning. It all seems so considered yet so natural at the same time. He explains everything, describes the picture, letting you conjure the images in your mind, willing him to go further, to be near.

"Time to strip." Good idea. I undo each button on my shirt. Trailing a couple of fingers down my chest as the material parts to bear the naked flesh beneath. I can hear him doing the same. His top comes off. I can see his chest in my head. Broad and tanned. Big nipples getting harder as the cool night air hits. Another couple of breaths, getting deeper all the time, heightening the mood. I throw my shirt off to the side, letting it fall to the floor and reach for the waistband of my pants. Going commando as always, I slip them off. Revealing my cock, getting harder and harder with each breath I hear. My foreskin pealed all the way down as the bright red head of my dick throbs with anticipation. It slaps against my stomach as I hear his jeans being unzipped and fall to his ankles. And there is this vision in my mind. Thick hairy legs as he steps out of his faded denim jeans. Left standing in front of the glowing screen in only a small pair of tight white boxer shorts. The vision is in my head, but the sound of his breaths, his heaving chest, is coming through the speakers loud and clear.

Slumping back in my chair, my hands can't help moving straight for my throbbing member. Even the sound of his breathing is increasing the rate at which the blood is soaring into my throbbing shaft. A hand starts pumping me, slow and deliberate. Pulling the tight skin back over my knob head, before pushing it down again, revealing the dripping point of my cock. And in the midst of all of this pulling and precum, I can see him now, hands reaching into his shorts, momentarily adjusting himself, showing the outline of a thick hard dick pushing through them. Then he reaches to either side of them and brings them down slowly. A few hairs are revealed at first. Down, further down. More and more dark curls explode into view. The base of his shaft being pushed and pinned down as he continues his slow seductive strip in my mind. All the way down the length of his long, hot prick. His fleshy tube being shown inch by inch. Eventually the bright red head is shown as his hard member flicks up against him. His balls are clenched tightly behind his hard cock, covered in a light dusting of fine dark coloured hairs.

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I can feel him watching me all the time. I see him stripped naked, reclining in his chair, fingering the top of his dick as he watches me on the screen. "You have a hot body" he tells me. His compliments aren't needed, but work me up even more. I rub my shaft, ready and waiting for him to start playing.

His voice fills the room once again. "Ready?" he asks. I'm always ready for him to work me over. I point the camera to my face, like he wants. I can imagine him taking in the way my eyes are glazed over as all feeling runs through my body to be centred around my throbbing dick, just waiting for him to say the words that are going to tip me over the edge. But they're a while off yet. Far more playing to do first.

"Move it to your chest." He says. Watching as I move the view down my body. I listen to him talking, saying how hot it is. Wanting to see more. He wants to be here now, to do more than just watch from afar. I want him to be here too. This vision in my mind, coupled with his horny voice makes me want him to show me what to do with my hands. I want it to be his hands rather than mine that are darting over my smooth chest, feeling my nipples, pinching and tweaking at each once. Making them harder and harder, reddening the skin around my nipples, making them pointy, begging to be pinched by another hand.

He continues coaxing me to move the view downwards. His heavy breathing in between his horny words still work me up. I want to grab hold of my hot pole and pump it right in front of him. I can imagine him there, in front of me, kneeling between my legs, watching attentively as I frantically pull on my hot rod, holding on to my balls as I work up a sweat, going faster and faster before blowing a hot wad of cum all over his pretty face.

But it's still not time. He's watching me stroke back and forth across my stomach as the top of my pubes are just in view. I can imagine him getting a little more vigorous on his own dick now. I swear I can hear his breaths getting sharper and shallower as he begins to wind himself up. "Can I see it?" He asks. I'm very willing to oblige. I try and fill the screen with my bollocks. My hard cock resting momentarily against my stomach as I move the camera into the right position to get all of this on the screen. My balls drape down in between my legs, hot and ready to be toyed with.

He moans a little bit as he sees the slick head of my cock come into view. I work a hand all the way around my throbbing member. I can feel it strongly throbbing in my palm as I wrap my fingers tightly around it, pumping it solidly. My toes curl as I get closer and closer to spraying a hot load all over myself. Yet it's still not time. "Turn around and let me see your ass." My mind floods with dirty ideas of things that I've only ever done by myself before.

Still, I do as he asks. His voice is enough to convince me that it's alright. So I get up from my seat and push it out a little way, turning around and showing him the fullness of my white ass cheeks. I take hold of each one with my hands and squeeze the soft flesh beneath. For a moment I close my eyes and imagine that it's him doing it. Taking hold of my ass and squeezing tight. His fingers spreading out all around the hairless skin. I have to take hold of my cock again. As I turn my head to look at the screen I can see my balls dangling between my spread legs, swaying in time with the short strokes I am giving myself. My eyes close as I loose myself in the moment. My back turned, my ass on the screen, my balls showing between my legs; nothing covered, not wanting to hide a thing. "Bend over" he says. A command that isn't given that way. An order that makes you want to comply just because of the way the words are spoken. A guy in complete control of me, but not sounding as if he's in control. "Let me see you spread your hole".

What else was I going to do? I take a firm grip of the chair in front of me and bend over. Reaching my hands around me again, taking a hold of my ass and spreading my cheeks wide. I look back to see my image on the screen. A trail of soft hairs running up my hot crack, and in the centre my red puckered hole, spreading wide and inviting to be filled. He groans a little again. Talking about wanting to fill it up for me. I can imagine him coming behind me and filing this hole, now spread wide open just for him. "Play with it" he asks.

Quickly I put two fingers in my mouth and slick them up with my saliva. With one hand keeping the cheeks spread wide I begin to encircle my warm ass hole with a finger before plunging it deep inside me. He breaths hard again. My whole room filled with just the sound of his breathing. I can imagine him on top of me. His chest heaving up and down. I push the boundaries of my soft chute even wider before shoving the second slicked finger inside. I begin to squirm as I probe my own hole deeper than ever before. Both of my fingers are now jammed inside me to the hilt. My body demands that I move my free hand around to my cock and resume pumping. He wants me to finger fuck myself, Long and deep, in time with the rhythmic pumping of my cock. He's turning me on with just his voice.

I close my eyes again as I continue working out my hole with grunts of encouragement filling my ears. I imagine that it's him pushing fingers into me, stretching me wide open. I can see him as I look over my shoulder, licking his fingers, smiling seductively at me as he reached behind me bent over in front of him and pushes his digits into my waiting hole. Working them around and around, stretching me out wider and wider still, eagerly waiting for them to be replaced my his blazing dick. I can feel him sink it deep into me as he takes hold of my chest to force himself all the way.

In reality when I look over my shoulder I see the screen once again, seeing me spread my own hole wide, thrusting my fingers in and out, my balls swaying with each pull of my foreskin all the way down as the precum continues to leak down my shaft. I hope that this is turning him on just as much.

I can hear him breathing a little harder now. His voice is a bit strained as he tells me to turn back around. "Pinch your nipples for me. And play with your balls too." It's like an erotic game of follow the leader or something. I'm a little worn from all this ass play, so I drop back into my seat, adjusting my position slightly to give him the best view. My chest heaves with each breath as I move a hand up to my left nipple and tug on it gently. Just my touch alone sends electric sparks racing up and down my over sensitive body. With my other hand I take hold of my balls and rolls them around in my fingers. Big and weighty, churning cum deep inside, ready to shower my body with a special kind of spray.

Shit, his moaning is really turning me on now. I pinch harder, making me bite down onto nothing in particular. I suck my breath in as I run my fingers over my chest again. I pull at my balls, feeling them working up into my body. "Cum for me." he asks, "pump it hard and play with your butt hole too" he adds, obviously liking what he saw before.

How does anyone deny a request put with a voice like that. His smooth sensual tone rattles around my head as I move my legs up onto the desk in front of me, spreading them wide, opening access to my hot hole. I run a finger through the hairs that line the way to my engorged hole. Taking hold of my dick with one hand, I ram a finger all the way up into myself. Letting out a satisfied grunt as I split myself open again. Small shouts of "yeah" and "go on" keep me worked up and I run another finger around the folds of skin and begin to thrust it inside as I pump myself furiously backwards and forwards.

My senses are filled from all angles. I'm watching myself on the screen, hearing my hot fuck buddy from thousands of miles away tell me to keep it moving, to bring myself to one of the hottest orgasms of my life. I'm working my own body harder and hotter than I ever imagined I would be able to do. Jolts of pure electrical pleasure race from my dick which is leaking precum all the way down my shaft and into the mound of black pubes that lay beneath. I feel my fingers work in and out of my hole. I'm being stretched wide open and yet I can feel the insides of my chute all at the same time.

Arching my back, I close my eyes tight as I feel the tension rising. "Shit yes" is all I hear, as jet after jet of my hot spunk erupts from my cock, flying through the air and rests in a pool on my chest, dripping down to my stomach, running into my pubes around the base of my cock. My whole body throbs as I slouch back into my seat. Covered in sweat and sticky cum. I want him with me now. To help clear up the mess.

He isn't here. But his voice brings me back to my senses and makes me want him even more.

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