He smiled wider and set his phone down, pulling his shirt off and throwing it aside before setting his camera up and then doing a little pose before it, one that strutted his ass.
“You mind if I jerk off?” I asked.
“Are you comfortable doing that?” Keegan asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Video chatting getting off with me. You aren’t worried about this leaking online or something?”
“This is the way most of my political friends have to interact with each other in the modern world. We don’t get to see each other often. And the only way anyone will end up with this is if one of us records and sends it to the press. I certainly trust you not to do that. And I can’t imagine you think I’ll be the one recording it. Although, if I were to, it’d be strictly for private use. But if it makes you uneasy…”
“No, not at all. I’ve been dying, not being able to mess around with you, so anything we can do is fine by me. I just didn’t want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”
“Then it’s settled. I’m going to come.”
He chuckled. “If you get to come, then I’m definitely coming too.” He hurried to his drawer and retrieved some lube.
“Looks like you have some great expectations for this session.”
“I have just had that experience where I’ve jerked off until my dick was raw, and I’m not eager to experience that again, considering I’ll probably be going at it pretty intensely.”
“I like the sound of that.”
I slid my pants down and licked my palm before enjoying a rub while Keegan lounged across his bed. He slid down his panties, cupping the waistband around his balls.
He applied lube and rubbed his shaft, pleasuring himself as I—his own personal voyeur—jerked my own cock, enjoying the view he provided.
“Let me see your face,” I ordered.
He panned the phone camera back up his body, permitting me a view of his pretty smile. “Why do you want to see my face?”
“I like seeing the expressions you make when you’re turned on, when it feels good, and especially when you come.”
“I wish you were here, making me shoot.”
“What would you want me to do to you?”
His gaze wandered, and that soft pink shade filled his cheeks. “I want to feel you inside me. All of you, O.”
As my cock expanded in my grasp, I chuckled. “And here I thought I was already as hard as I could get. What else do you want? Don’t hold back. I want you to be honest with me.”
“I want you to…”
He hesitated.
“Tell me. I want to know.”
“Call mebeautiful.”
It reminded me of why he wore the panties. He wanted to feel beautiful, and I wanted him to feel that way too. He deserved to feel beautiful.
“I don’t think that will be an issue…beautiful Keegan.”
His eyes rolled back as he continued stroking himself off.
I found myself jerking quickly with my own dick.
“My beautiful, perfect Keegan.”
