By Taylor Foxx
I looked up into the webcam and gave a half-smile. I tried to convey as much as I could with my grin. “See what you did?” I asked the camera silently. “See what happens when you fuck with me?”
It was hard to keep those expressions with what Noah was doing to my cockhead. I knew the kid was a virgin, and I wanted him to go slow and make a show of it, so I told him to just focus on my head. I wanted to make sure my long, thick shaft was clearly visible up until it ended in Noah’s mouth. I wanted to make sure my friend on the other end of the camera could tell there was no doubt about the status of my cock and his son’s mouth.
What I really wanted to do was lay back, close my eyes, and start pumping my meat into this boy’s untouched throat. But I held back, because this was about showing, about demonstrating. My “friend,” Raymond, had spent a lot of time and gone a long way to hide the fact that he was fucking my wife. I was going to waste no time making it very clear what I was about to do to his son in return.
I think about Ray now, probably in his computer chair at home. It’s late at night, but I know he didn’t get a wink of sleep when he got my text message earlier. Until I sent that, he had no idea I knew about his little tryste with my wife. But a picture of them together, and the words “Be online tonight at midnight” definitely did the trick, judging by the number of texts and calls he’s been giving me.
He must be scared shitless. Ray knows I don’t fuck around when it comes to revenge; it’s part of the reason we’re friends. We get along because we both have the temper and jealous streak. But I bet even he didn’t predict that I’d drag Noah into all this.
And now he’s sitting there, in the dark, watching on his laptop as his baby boy polishes the head of my knob like it was coated in sugar. Just the thought of that makes me give out a little moan.
“Is—is that good?” Noah asks, looking up at me and wiping a bit of slobber off his lips. God, it’s hard looking at him. I’ve watched this kid grow up. He never got rid of those big, innocent eyes.
“Yeah, real good,” I say as I put my hand on the back of Noah’s head and semi-gently guide him back to my cock head. “Don’t stop. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
To be honest, it doesn’t feel all that good. I’m rock hard, yeah, and drooling precum for sure—mostly because of the situation, not the suck job. And besides, Noah’s a virgin, and I never really got off on just laying back. I like to be more active. Fucking face is where it’s at, if you ask me.
We’ll get there.
That’s not to say that Noah isn’t a slut. The head-polishing isn’t lazy. It’s enthusiastic, just in a virginal way. But it’s hot as fuck thinking about my cock leaking precum into him. I know Ray is having the same exact thought back home.
I’ve known Noah was a slut for a long, long time. The boy’s been looking at me funny ever since he went through puberty. I thought he thought I was just a hottie, until I found his journal. That’s when I realised it was more than just a gay teen with a hardon for me—little Noah was in full-on puppy love. It made it so much easier for me to get him into bed for this little show.
But it’s time to start training. I give the camera a wink and a smile, then slowly press my elbow to the back of Noah’s head. I mouth the words, “Fuck you into the camera.” Then I say out loud, “Ok, buddy. Hold on.