Sheep Finder:Indeed. We’ll keep tonight’s activity inside then. Tomorrow’s too.
Little Bo Peep:Tomorrow? If it’s at 6 a.m. again I won’t be able to make it.
Sheep Finder:Before your midday nap works.
Little Bo Peep:Okay. I’m changing my clothes and tidying up a little before we get started.
Sheep Finder:Can I watch?
Little Bo Peep:You want to watch me clean?
Sheep Finder:I want to watch whatever you’ll let me. You can pretend I’m not here. Or not. Whichever you prefer.
Little Bo Peep:I’d rather know you are.
Sheep Finder:In that case, I’ll be everywhere you need me.
Little Bo Peep:I haven’t eaten anything since morning so should probably cook myself something real quick.
Sheep Finder:I want to see that too, and if at any time you look back at me watching and need to get off, I want you to release yourself all over the screen.
Next thing I know the camera is turning on and my cute little freckled sweetheart shows up on the other side of the screen.
Sheep Finder:There you are, my pretty little bo.
“Here I am,” he says, cheeks heating. “Should I change first?”
Sheep Finder:You should take your dirty clothes off, but no sense putting new ones on only to get dirty or naked again minutes later.
“You have a very good point.” He stands up, lifting his shirt over his head and setting in on the chair. His pants come off next and he stays in his underwear as he takes his dirty laundry to the bathroom. When he returns, he’s tugging on the elastic of his jockstrap. His breaths are sharp as he comes closer, winking at me before bending over to pick up his shoes from the floor. His ass is in clear view, globes bouncing as he lifts the dustpan to carry it to the other side of the room.
Cock aching, I undo my pants, and my gaze moves everywhere he is. He doesn’t look back at me for a long time, humming softly to himself as he strips his bed. Silky pink sheets replace the white ones, and he shakes his ass at the camera as he leans down to stretch each corner over the mattress.
Moans slip from his pretty lips, and he presses his body to one of the pillows as he puts on the new pillowcase, humping the soft object. Horny little thing. He really loves being watched. It’s turning him on too much for him to control his urges.
Turning around, he looks at me and straightens his back. A pretty crimson color dusts his cheeks and spreads to his chest as he slips a hand into his underwear. “I’m getting wet again and I want to show someone. Hopefully there’s someone nearby watching me.” He steps closer, lashes fluttering. He’s too perfect. If only he really knew exactly how much Iwatched him. How addictive it's become. How it's my favorite way to start and end my day.
Biting his lower lip, he ducks forward and lifts his hand so I can see the wet spot on the thin blue fabric.
I stroke myself, long and slow, letting out a garbled groan. My tip leaks and I’m almost as wet as he is, but he clearly is a heavier producer. Rubbing over his precum-stained underwear, he circles his hips and sticks out his tongue. I want to taste it. I want to run my tongue and mouth over all of him.
Dropping his hand, he approaches the computer and carries it with him to the kitchen. I keep my hand still on my cock as he dances in front of the stove, my body burning with need as he waves his perfect ass around. I’m throbbing by the time he’s done making himself a grilled cheese, and when he sits down at the table to eat, he scoots back enough for me to see his groin. Spreading his legs, he tugs the front of his underwear to the side and his cock springs free. Angry and red, it dribbles on the wooden chair between his pretty flushed thighs.
He has no idea what he’s doing to me. Or maybe he does. His lips spread into a shit-eating grin as he nibbles at the edges of the bread. Taking his time, he bites off each corner, and I’ve never seen anyone eat a sandwich in such an odd way. I laugh, and it’s so refreshing how real he is. Such a free spirit, showing off everything he is, and I fucking want it all.
He grinds against the chair and moans around his sandwich. “Fuck, I want to come so bad. I need to come.”
He tugs at one of the studs in his nipples and rolls his hips, crying out. “If there was someone looking in the window right now, they’d get to see me being so horny. So needy. So ready to burst at any moment. I want them to keep looking too.”
Oh, I'm right here sweet pea.I'll be here when the camera is off too. He'll never have to be alone for long again if I can help it. I can tell he needssomeone to be too and I'll never allow anyone else to stand in my place. Not after I've seen what we could create together. This magic. It's flowing through the screen, tethering us together. I don't pull away from it either. It feels better when I don't. He relaxes something in me the way I relax him and I almost feel like more than the monster I've given up on running away from. With him I can be more than a man with blood on his hands. I can be everywhere he needs me.
Standing up from his chair, he sets the rest of his sandwich on the table and tugs his underwear down his hips. Taking himself in hand, he moves back and forth, body shaking with each plunge between his small fingers. His other fingers finger his hole, and he rubs at the outside, turning around so I can see the pretty dark-pink pucker. Swirling his finger, he writhes between his hands and makes unintelligible sounds.
I go back to stroking myself, pumping in and out of my fist and matching his movements. He leans over more, struggling to stand up straight as he turns to the side again. His skin is nearly matching his pretty red hair the closer he gets to his orgasm, and I’m getting right there with him, my body heating as if someone lit a fuse inside me.
“Ahhh.” He speeds up his movements, and as his cock twitches between his fingers, he aims the tip at the sandwich and shoots his load all over the bread, covering some of the table.
Holy fuck, do I lose control of everything—the emotions inside me, the feeling of my hands, and my pleasure. White dots scatter along my vision as I come, and with my cock still pouring like a faucet, I’m already ready for round two when he picks up the remaining sandwich and eats every bite. Looking at me, he smiles, out of breath.
