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> hey, babe?
> Yo.
> im.. not 17.
> Wdym?
> i lied. im 14.
> i thought you'd like me more if i was older..
> im sorry.
> please dont leave me :(
Incoming video call from 'my love! <3'...
john gasped, fumbling with the mouse to quickly answer. oh god, what will he think of me? i cant lose him. i need him. his little heart pounded in his chest as the screen loaded. john was met with his own face, of course, bro had turned his camera off.
"Now, what's this yer tellin' me?" John's lover drawled, the screen lighting up to indicate someone was talking.
"I.. i lied." john mumbled, trembling hand coming up to adjust his dorky glasses. "im really sorry. please don't break up with me."
"Hm." bro hummed, raising an eyebrow despite the younger boy being unable to see. "That explains a lot."
john gulped, bro's tone not sounding too chipper. "i really am sorry! can i make it up to you? does- does it make me any different?" he rambled, tugging nervously at his pacman shirts collar. i feel like a toddler with this stupid outfit..
"Make it up t'me, huh?" johns skittish behavior makes bro feel hot. a gloved hand slips down to palm the rapidly hardening bulge in his pants. "Sit back in yer chair. Bring yer knees to yer chest." he commanded.
"wh- huh?" john stumbled, confused. despite the weird demand, he obeyed almost immediately.
"Y'wanna make it up t'me, huh, babyboy?" bro asked. "Touch yerself f'r me. C'mon now, yer mature enough, aintcha?"
the younger boy chewed on the inside of his cheek, skin feeling hot as he sat back, hand trailing down to his shorts. "you.. you don' hate me..?" he said, interrupting himself with a surprised gasp, stubby little fingers brushing against his clit. "like th-that?.. hhn.."
"Jus' like that. Move yer undies, kiddo. I wanna see ya touch yerself." bro bit back a huff, cupping himself thru his boxers. he'd freed himself while watching john settle.
john pushes his shorts to the side, revealing a small nest of curls curtaining his cunt. "what now..?"
"Rub the li'l bud." Bro mumbles, eyes fixed on the blurry, yet clear picture of his underage boyfriend circling his clit for the first time. knowingly, atleast. "C'mon, yer a big kid aintcha? Prove it to me, bug. Prove yer mature enough f'r me. Prove it."
"h'oh glob.. bro.." john squirms, wrist jerking against his cunt. "why does it feel like i have to pee..?" he questions, pouting uncomfortably. "i dont wan' pee myself.." he hiccups, but doesn't move his hand.
"Close already? Tha's cute." the blonde snickers, watching every pixel like a hawk. "Let it happen, bub. It'll feel good, i promise ya." bro strokes himself, the sticky fabric of his boxers clinging to his swelling cock.
john whimpers, pulse quickening as he jerks around in his chair. oh gosh, it feels so good. maybe he'll stay with me if i listen..
johns glasses fog up as he gasps, spine curving to press closer to his own trembling hand, something spurting out from his fluttering hole. "oh, gosh! oh, no.." john sniffles, the fabric of his chair darkening with the liquid pleasure. "what was that..? did.. did i wet myself..? on call?.."
the only thing heard is bro's heavy breathing, with the occasional sprinkle of grunting. he lets out a final shuddering groan, creaming his pants like he's back in his teenage years.
"Mmph. 'S natural, chickadee. Don' worry." he grumbles, voice hoarse.
"wait! before i um.. hang up. to clean.. this.." john gestures awkwardly to the wetness on his lap and beneath him. "are.. we still dating?"
"Hah. 'Course, kid. Yer too cute."
bro clicks the red button reluctantly, a bit sad he couldn't see his little boy bend over to clean up the mess he made. Oh well.
he presses 'Stop screen recording', chuckling to himself as a file is saved to his drive.