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Taesan didn’t take pride in his urges. He understood fundamentally that it’s natural to release his pent up emotions, that didn’t change the fact that he felt guilty afterwards each time. University is hard, working to make ends meet is hard, trying to find a way to relax in between it all is the hardest.
His routine was simple: go to class, go to work, eat, sleep, and repeat. That's been his inner mantra for the last three years. It was fine, good even, until it all came crashing down about 3 months ago when he developed a new obsession.
He doesn’t even remember how it happened exactly. Maybe it was sleep deprivation between exams or just pure boredom, but somehow between it all a website climbed its way into his most visited before he seemed to realize.
Being introverted has its struggles but this felt like a new low. Taesan had tried the dating scene but he could never seem to click with anyone. Nothing beyond casual hookups or just plain awkward encounters. For his own sanity, this was the best he could hope for. An easy anonymous release without the judgement of others. At least that's what he rationalized.
Taesan begins to set up his laptop while his shameful thoughts try to overpower the desire beginning to build in his abdomen. The cons never seem to outway the pros though because he continues to find himself lost in this gaudy camboy website night after night.
Even now, after becoming accustomed to the site and all it has to offer, he doesn't know why it makes him so aroused. Sure he knew he was attracted to both men and women, but this exclusively male camboy website just seemed to cloud his mind in a way he hasn’t found anywhere else. Most of it was amateurs just trying to make a quick buck, some had setups of higher quality but those never intrigued him. Instead, it was only one boy who never showed his full face that made the hairs on the back of Taesan's neck prick up in a way that both intrigued and scared him.
It worried him sometimes, other times he couldn’t care less. The stranger’s body was lean and plain in a way that didn’t make Taesan think too hard about who it could or couldn’t be. If he focused too hard it stripped away the fantasy of the camboy being his. Calling the camboy his felt wrong on a certain level, he has no possession or claim over MeongJMeong, but the pang in his heart and the throb in his dick made it feel so right.
The camboy didn’t have any defining features like tattoos sprawling along the lithe lines of his figure or piercings marring the gorgeous pale skin that spans across the illuminated screen. Just supple thighs that expand into a round mass that hypnotized Taesan. A perfect thin grabbable waist with bone that juts out just enough to bite and mark with teeth or nails. Taesan often paused the replays of Meong’s streams to stare at the glistening liquid that always ends up spread across his puckering hole and flat navel. More times than he cares to admit he’s finished to the idea of licking Meong’s skin clean of any evidence of the other’s orgasm. Taesan shakes his head to rid it of the thoughts that have started to run wild, he doesn’t want to get too far ahead of himself when tonight’s show hasn’t even begun. His half hard member already causing a bit of discomfort straining in the clothes he has yet to rid himself of.
MeongJMeong’s stream will be starting in a few moments anyways Taesan thinks to himself as he positions the laptop at the end of his bed, pulling down his pants and boxers enough to expose his member to the cool bedroom air. He gives himself a few lackluster strokes in the meantime while the stream loads. The pressure on his cock feels nice but it's not enough to satisfy him without the breathy moans or wonton whines of the other. Taesan can admit that the vocalness of Meong was a major turn on, he never sounded like he was faking or exaggerating his pleasure, it was always raw reactions. Meong didn’t waste time with small talk with his viewers or busying himself with gimmick toys, it was always simple and that’s how Taesan liked it.
He was fully hard now, precum beading at the tip of his swollen head. He dipped the end of his nail just ever so slightly into the tip to gather the liquid and smear it around, groaning at the teasing sensation and the slight sting from the nail catching along his member. Taesan had tried a few toys of his own but found that simple was king. That didn’t stop him from popping open a bottle of lube from his nightstand and smearing a small amount across his hand and along his shaft. He danced with the thought of using his vibrator but quickly dismissed it. As he began to stroke himself with a bit more enthusiasm, MeongJMeong finally blessed his laptop's dimly lit screen.
The initial sight of Meong never failed to make Taesan’s heart stop and his cock twitch. Although Meong wasn’t notorious for pet play that didn’t mean he was foreign to it either and it seemed that today was one of those days because hugging Meong’s throat was a simple black choker that was obviously meant to mimic a collar and a bushy brown tail between his beautiful plump thighs. Taesan’s breath hitched as his hand squeezed his cock, god Meong was everything he ever wanted. The collar perched on his throat made Taesan imagine his large hands in its place and that tail. That stupid annoyingly hot tail, the things Taesan would do to feel its soft hairs rubbing along his face as he licked around Meongs hole, pushing the plug in and out around his tongue as the other sobbed and writhed around his ministrations.
Taesan removed his hand from his heated member and instead let his fingers skate across his thighs leaving thin pink marks across the overly warm skin. The flush matching that across his chest, he had to calm himself. There was no use getting over excited before the real show began. He took a moment to steady his breathing and refocus his attention on the other boy on the screen that was beginning to spread his legs across the leather desk chair, allowing everyone watching to get a better view at the tail plug that was dangling and swishing with every movement.
MeongJMeong gave a simple greeting to his viewers as per usual, his tone even but teasing and obviously enjoying the praise flowing into the comment section. Taesan knows Meong reads the fleeting words judging by his reactions, sometimes adjusting positions based on requests or blushing at kind encouraging words. Taesan has juggled the idea of commenting but has always restrained himself not wanting to get too attached or dejected by the possibility or lack of interaction. It would solidify this embarrassing parasocial relationship he’s built over the past few months with the anonymous streamer and Taesan doesn't know if he could recover from the embarrassment of it all if it got to that point. None of it matters though, even without direct interaction with Meong he can still appreciate the show the other puts on, and oh does he enjoy every second of it.
Meong zooms the camera into a tighter perspective and slowly moves the camera across his body until it reaches its final destination with his arousal at the center of Taesan’s screen. With this new framing, all that can be seen is the boy’s swollen dick and the plug that digs so sweetly into his hole. Meong’s member is smaller than Taesan’s own, not by much but it's definitely got less girth and is paler in comparison. What he lacks in size is made up for in the large veins running along the shaft, pulsing with the desire that no doubt courses throughout his body if the way that Meong continues to rock back and forth means anything.
“You’re so pretty baby,” Taesan whispers to himself as his eyes scan across the body in front of him. Taesan’s own cock feels hot and heavy resting on his abdomen, the head an angry red begging to be acknowledged. Instead he gives attention to his balls, cupping and lightly massaging them as Meong begins to stroke himself. Meong scoots forward to show even more of his pink slick hole fluttering around that damn tail. He squeezes his cock as the tail catches on the end of the chair pulling the plug out just enough to make his ass stretch open to show those in the livestream the true size of the metal inside his hole. It’s about 40mm in diameter and a simple silver color but the sound that it pulls from Meong lips is delicious and Taesan finds himself hiring the volume to chase the sounds that are guaranteed to come again.
The boy on the screen is obviously struggling deciding between focusing on stroking himself or utilizing the toy currently nestled within his walls and begins to frustratingly huff at the dilemma. The comments are flooded with people offering to fill him up with their own dicks but Meong doesn’t seem to be paying attention, instead he picks up the pace and begins running his curled fists up and down his shaft in faster motions. The new speed creating a cacophony of squelches of lube between his fingers and the needy gasps slipping out of his mouth.
Taesan, loving the sounds coming from the other’s pink plush lips, resumes pumping his own neglected cock. It immediately starts leaking out precome once again at the much needed attention. He uses one hand to grasp himself while flattening his palm across the tip and rubbing the head. The extra lubricant allows his palm to glide effortlessly across too warm skin in an agonizing way. Teasing himself is half the fun, it makes his release that much sweeter. When that stops being enough, Taesan switches to pumping his cock to match the strokes of the camboy who has started to feverishly chase his release.
MeongJMeong is begging for his own orgasm. Taesan can’t tell if he’s asking the audience or if he's just struggling on his own but the “please, please, please” of the other continues to lick at his ears in a deliciously sadistic way. Frustrated, Meong sits up and turns, straddling his chair effectively blocking the view of his member but allowing full view of his soft round ass. Once situated, Meong lifts the tail so it drapes over his hips and hangs over the arm of the chair.
Taesan slows his pumps, waiting to see what the other does next. When Meong raises his left hard and brings it down hard connecting with his own flesh leaving a bright next splash across his flawless cheek Taesan can’t help the deep groan that escapes him. God was he hot. Meong does it again, and then again, each time a lovely whine bleeds through the cheap laptop speakers and goes straight to the never ending heat between Taesan’s legs threatening to spill out.
The final straw for Taesan is when Meong reaches back and pulls out the plug from his hole in a tantalizing and aggravatingly slow way. It’s not enough to simply remove it from his own hole, instead the boy pulls it out just enough to stretch his hole to the plug's widest point then shoves it back in. This repeats a few times until Meong seems to have enough and fully removes the metal from his walls and leaves his ass puckering around nothing. Clenching and unclenching, searching for something to fill it.
Just as Taesan finishes taking in the sight on the other’s rim, Meong unceremoniously shoves two fingers into himself while moaning loudly at the sensation. Taesan almost finishes at the sight of Meong’s arched back and loud cries. The boy on camera continues to abuse his raw rim by slamming into himself hard and fast chasing his orgasm. It doesn’t seem to be enough for the boy though judging by the way he keeps changing the angle trying to find that one bundle of nerves nestled just out reach. Meong switches back around to face the camera and grabs a dildo that up until this point had been out of view from the stream. In this new position, Meong plants his feet on the chair, knees bent, and begins riding the new toy.
Taesan can tell the other boy is close to his release by the way he exclaims “yes” loudly to his viewers in a relieved and excited way. Taesan tightens the fist around his throbbing cock and pumps as fast as he can manage while he's this enraptured by the actions of the boy in front of him. Meong’s cock bobs up and down, slapping into his stomach as he moves along the dildo buried in his ass. Taesan can tell when MeongJMeong finds his own prostate by the way he cries out and pauses with the toy deep enough inside him that only half an inch of the silicone hilt is visible. Knowing that not much of the stream is left now, Taesan focuses on his own climax. He swipes his thumb over his tip in the way that drives him crazy while cupping his balls until he's spilling over himself.
When he catches his breath and focuses back on the stream, Meong’s movements have stilled with semen splattered across his stomach and part of his chest. With the toy still buried in his ass, Meong swipes his fingers through the mess across his abdomen and zooms out the camera just enough to spread his own cum across his pretty lips and tongue. A smile cracks across MeongJMeong’s lips as he thanks everyone for watching and the screen freezes over the image of his spent body.
Taesan really should be worried at the way his heart flutters at the sight but he can’t bring himself to care. Instead, he starts to clean himself while favoriting the tab on his laptop before finally closing it for the night.