OkayOkai was simultaneously a total stranger and one of the most intimate relationships in my life.
Hey cutie. Wondered if I’d see you this week.
I stared at the message with a silly smile, then sat on the bed and arranged my laptop. I unzipped the front of the costume just a little, revealing my clavicles, and already, warm desire pooled at my base.
I’m here. What are you doing?
Just got home from work. Eating leftover Chinese takeout on the couch.
Want me to turn my camera on?
Always.
His response was so fast it made me laugh out loud. There was a No Doubt song on my playlist, and I turned Gwen Stefani up as I found a pose facing the computer on my knees, then flipped on the camera.
Immediately, a string of emojis with hearts for eyes filled the chat.
I bit my lip, the only part of my face that OK could see. Already, the fun of playing around with him was washing away the loneliness I felt in the new studio.
I scolded myself not to think about how pathetic it was that I had to put on a cat costume and jerk off with an internet stranger in order to not feel lonely.
Is that your new place?
I’m breaking the apartment in tonight.
Lucky me.
I laughed. On the laptop, I watched myself as I swayed my hips from side to side and pawed at my crotch. It always took me a second to loosen up enough to get hard, but with OK there, my body responded quickly.
I tugged down the zipper, pulling it almost to my bellybutton, then rubbed my palm across my skin. Craving his compliments, I leaned back and posed. My stiff cock stretched the brown fabric, and when I tilted myself to the side, the pointy tail bounced along the curve of my butt.
How are you such a hot kitty?
Are u telling me the other guys in kitty costumes aren’t hot?
Ha ha. You know I don’t even look at other costumed cuties.
Just superheroes sometimes.
And this sweetheart in a skeleton jumpsuit.
Beneath the mask, a blush pinked my cheeks. The thing about OK that really got me was that he actually made me feel special. When I used to go into the public video chats, most of the guys would be creeps. They’d try to order me around or think wearing a costume meant I was up for anything that they wanted to throw at me.
But OK made me feel like he was into me. Like he wanted the person under the costume, even if he never got to see who that was.
I spit in my palm, then shoved my hand down and gripped my hard cock. OK had stopped typing, which meant he was jerking himself, too. For a minute, I worked my fist up and down my length and pumped under the taut fabric until leaking precum darkened the brown.
Kneeling, I tugged the zipper the rest of the way down, exposing my abs and then my hard cock. Shoving my red briefs down and aside, I found a new pose, showing myself to the laptop.
You’re so beautiful.
The world disappeared around me. Instead of shying away from attention like usual, suddenly, I needed it. I’d never even heard his voice, but just his words on the screen were enough to grab me.
I pinched my nipple between my fingers until it was hard. I felt alive, and my breath came out in needy, quick pants.
I hitched my hips forward. The sensation of the suit, rubbing my hot skin, teased my desire. I knew that OK was watching me from his home, wherever that was, and that he was riding the same waves that I was.
Jerking himself. Squeezing his balls. Sweating for me.
