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A few months went by. I was camming regularly, either solo or with Dave nearly every day. I had a few dates with girls in the meantime, but they hadn’t gone anywhere. I still felt straight, but I was fully immersed in my non-straight sexual exploration. I came home from work one afternoon and the house was quiet. I remembered that nearly all of my roomies were away for some reason or another. Only Pete would have been there, but he wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. I made my way upstairs to my room. As I went past Pete’s door, I heard the strangest thing.It sounded like my own voice. I stopped by the door and listened. It was definitely me. From one of my cam sessions. I could hear myself teasing whoever was watching me. Offering my cock to be sucked and my ass to be fucked. Jeez, was Pete one of the disembodied viewers I had been showing off to all this time and had he recorded me? I knew my face was never visible, except when I was with Dave, but had Pete recognized my voice?I tiptoed to my room, worrying about what he knew. As soon as I opened my door I guessed he knew everything. My laptop was missing. I remembered, after all this time, about the default setting to record my sessions. Damn, Pete was looking at my computer and my saved cam-session clips. I was so mad about the intrusion that I marched right over to Pete’s room and burst in on him.He was sitting in front of my laptop, His jeans and underwear were around his ankles and he was jerking off. Jerking off to a video of me. He was startled. His hand flew off his erect cock and he turned away from me while desperately trying to close the window on the screen. “What the FUCK, Pete?” I yelled at him.”Oh god I’m so sorry. My computer boot-drive died and I needed to do some work emails. I borrowed yours. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”Pete scrambled to pull up his jeans and cover himself up.I walked over and folded the lid of the laptop, silencing my voice as it begged for a cock to suck. “I wouldn’t have minded if you’d just done that.” I told him.And then a thought struck me.”Hey, you Haramidere escort took your computer for repair last month. I remember you mentioning it.” “Yeah. Uh… that’s when I borrowed yours. I found some stuff. By accident.””Well I guess my secret is out.””No. I haven’t told anyone. I’ve just watched the videos.””How many?””Uhh… all of them.””How many times have you snuck my laptop out of my room?””I don’t know. Maybe… ten?” He looked up at me, sheepishly.I was mad about the invasion of privacy and embarrassed by him knowing about my camming, but Pete was clearly embarrassed about what he’d done, too.He was a nice guy, and I liked him. I couldn’t stay angry. “Well… fuck.” I said. Capitulating to the circumstances.I told him I was going back to my room and to bring my laptop back when he was decent. Pete’s knocked on my door a few minutes later, carrying my computer.”I won’t tell, Robbie. You’re a nice lad. I’m sorry I found out. And sorry I’ve been watching you.””It didn’t look like you were sorry when I came in there.””Well, no. You make hot videos.””I didn’t know you liked guys.””I don’t. I don’t. I didn’t. I don’t know.”He was curious, I guess. Like a lot of men. Like me.Pete sat in my chair and I sat on my bed and we talked about it for a while.He said he found the video folder by accident and just looked at one, being nosy. He was surprised to see me, but it was exciting for him. He admitted that he’d looked at gay porn before and some of it turned him on.I asked what he liked and he said he liked the gentle fucking videos most of all. And ones where it was an older guy with a younger one.”I like those too.” “And I really like the recordings of you, Robbie. I like when you say those encouraging words. Asking if the viewer likes what they see.””I guessed that when I saw your hard cock.””I never did anything with another guy…””Neither did I. Not in real life. Since I started camming I’ve begun to want to, though.””And you’ve made me want to.””Be with a guy?””Be with you. Just you. You’re so sexy. İkitelli escort bayan I’ve wanted to go to bed with you for a month.””Do you know what you want to do with me?””Not entirely. Something though. Something with a guy.””I sometimes like to feel like a girl, Pete.””I know. I’d like to make you feel that way.”I mentally forgave Pete for the privacy violation. Once I let go of that, I could see the situation. Pete is a handsome, mature man. The brief glimpse I had of his equipment had been enough for me to know I wanted to see it again. There’s a first time for everything, I supposed. Push had come to shove. This opportunity was not one to spurn. I told him to give me half an hour, then come back.I jumped in the shower. Shaved myself all over the places that counted. After I dried off, I picked out the panties I thought made me look the sexiest, then dressed myself up in those along with my skirt and bra and a silky slip that had just been delivered. Pete wouldn’t have seen it yet.My cock was hard. I was thinking about what we were going to do.I was probably going to get fucked for the first time. I was definitely going to handle Pete’s cock and almost certainly suck him off. I knew I wanted it. I was ready soon enough that I had time to think. This was going to be the first time I was with a man. I didn’t know how far we would go, but it was a first-time experience. The kind that I loved to watch. I decided that I had to have a record of it. For me, and maybe to publish on one of those porn sites. The more I thought about it, the more I definitely wanted to record what happened, but Pete might not want to. I felt guilty about what I did next, but I set up my cam such that it was concealed but would have a decent view of the room. Pete wouldn’t know it was on. I was starting to worry that Pete had had second thoughts when he knocked and entered. He was in a t-shirt and loose-fitting sweat-pants. Once glance told me that he was sporting a chubby and that it wasn’t constrained by underwear.I stood Escort Çapa and walked over to him. Neither of us had shoes on. I was probably half a foot shorter than Pete and the difference added to the sense of being feminine. That and the clothes. And my underlying desire to have his cock in me.He took me in his arms and looked down at me. “Can we start slow?””Whatever you want, Pete.”He leaned down and put his lips on mine. I hadn’t expected that. All my cam sessions centered around just getting off. I stroked myself and showed my ass and offered my mouth for cock, but I hadn’t once considered kissing another man.And now this man, in real life, was holding me in his arms and kissing me. A second after he started, my surprise abated and I started to enjoy it. I was being held in the strong arms of another man while he kissed me deeply. His tongue was in my mouth. Really, genuinely enjoying it. He made me feel submissive, and I liked it. My hand went to his head and I ran my fingers through his hair. His hand went down the small of my back and came to rest on my ass. He squeezed me there, and I felt him pulling me tighter to him. My cock was trapped inside my manties, pointing to my left hip. I felt Pete’s erection straight up and reached down to adjust myself. I got my cock pointing up and was ready to just rub against Pete for a while, but my hand was there and his cock was there and his mouth was on mine and I was hot for him and it just seemed like the right thing to do…I undid the drawstring on his pants and reached inside.We both groaned, simultaneously. He, for my touch, my grip on his hot cock; me for his cock in my fist. I was gripping a man’s hard cock while he held me in his arms. My lips left his and I looked up into his eyes. My fingers were curled around the girth of his penis.”Do you want me to stroke it?””I don’t know. This is so weird. You’re a guy. I know you’re a guy. I never did this. I’m a married man.””I never did this either.””But all those videos…””I was just doing things that felt nice and I like being watched. And I like teasing the men who watch. But I never touched a man’s cock for real before.””How does it feel?”I gripped it tighter and stroked him up and down a little.”I fucking love it. The weight of your cock on my palm.””Your hand feels good.””Should we get naked?””Can I be naked and you stay dressed like that?””OK.

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