Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 11:17:42 -0700 From: Danny Ocean Subject: Meeting Webcam Superstar This story is totall fiction. Please do not read if it is illegal in your country. Please e-mail me with feedback. Thanks. dannyoceandocean20@hotmail.com Meeting a Webcam Superstar by Danny Ocean I'd been working for this particular insurance firm for a mere two weeks when my supervisor introduced me to the big boss, Mr. Reynolds. He was a distinquished, graying older guy. He asked if I was happy with the firm and also was I coming to his annual summer picnic that weekend. I remember getting a map to his house in a blanket e-mail. I thought about skipping the affair, but decided I should attend since the old guy invited me personally. Wouldn't look good to the firm if I was absent. Plus, he said that employees could bring their familes. And, to me, that meant pretty young boys. I could stare at them all the while sitting alone under a tree with my beer. Or, if I got especially ballsy, I could lay in the swimming pool and let them bounce off me like a pinball machine. It was a beautiful sunny day for a picnic. I showed up a few hours late and was greeted by a huge yard full of people. Before I got my drink on, I decided to let Mr. Reynolds know I was there. He was manning the grill and took time to smile and shake my hand. With that out of the way, I headed for the bar which was a metal tub full of bottles and melting ice. After smiling and waving to the people in my department, I sat down with my beer and food into a lawn chair under a shady tree. My sunglasses helped me hide the fact that I was laser staring at the swimming pool. Nothing but kids, kids, and more kids. Sweet bare-chested young boys with an ample layer of puppy fat that makes me so hard. As far as anorexic boys are concerned, you can throw them all into an active volcano. I was chewing on a burger when my brain recognized something before my eyes did. Jumping off the diving board was the only boy there who wore a speedo. The rest all wore those horrible baggy swimming trunks that are major boner killers. My brain was still kind of fuzzy because of the beer, but my eyes followed this little sweetheart on autopilot. Suddenly, I inhaled through shock and started choking on the glob of meat heading for my lungs. I stood up and danced around until I could breath again. That kid! I fucking know him! But from where? I walked zombie-like toward the pool. The closer I got, the more my mouth hung open. I stood about three feet from the edge of the pool and realized that this pretty little dude was the star of one of the hottest webcam videos in my jack-off collection. I had to sober up. I ran to my car, got in, looked at myself in the rear view mirror and began slapping my face repeatedly until I lost that sluggish feeling. I couldn't believe it. In all the places in the world, I come face to face with the one boy that horny men absolutely idolize above all others. The flow of cum spilled over this little scamp could drown a small city. The forums on the internet hold a special place for him where grown men describe in great detail what they would do to him, the creamy love they would bestow on him, the lavish presents they would give him for a mere loving glance. He called himself Booby. When the video starts he's already nude and hard. He's alone in his bedroom and his computer is on the floor giving the viewer a wonderful low angle shot of his towering beauty. He stands with his legs spread, looking into the lens. As he masturbates, he begins a lust driven litany of obscenity that would produce cardiac arrest in any parent in the US. In grown boy lovers, however, their cocks are rock hard before he gets to the third sentence. He jerks his little dick and says, "I want you to put your cock in my little hole and I want you to fuck me so hard. I want you to shoot your cum all over my body. I want you to shoot it in my face so it would run into my mouth. I want two thousand cocks in my throat shooting cum directly into my belly. I want to be covered in cum. I want to be drenched with all the cum in the world. You gonna do that for me? Oh, shit. Oh, you're gonna make me cum. Oh, get ready. I'm gonna shoot. Oh, here it comes." He jerks furiously as a few shots of semen erupt from his little cockhead and land on the floor. When he calms down, he gets on the floor and shoves his pretty little face into the camera and say, "My name is Booby. And I want everyone watching to me cover me in cum." The end. I got back to the party and soon found the bathroom that everyone was using and simply waited until Booby had to use it. Eventually, he yelled to all his little friends that he would be right back. He climbed out of the pool and walked rapidly into the house. I followed. Something was wrong. He walked past the bathroom and up the stairs. Oh, fuck! I can't blow this now. Not many people were in the house, so I lurched up the stairs two at a time. When I got to the top I heard a door slam and followed the sound. I walked into a little kids bedroom, the same bedroom that appeared in the webcam video. I looked around and saw a closed door and soon heard the sound of a toilet flushing. I positioned myself in front of the door and when it opened, Booby stopped in his tracks and looked up at me. "What do you want? This is my room and my private bathroom," he said as he folded his sweet arms across his chest. With a silly grin on my face I said, "Is it really you?" "What's that suppose to mean?" he said getting angry. "I've seen your webcam video. You're Booby, aren't you?" I don't know which opened wider: his eyes or his mouth. "Please don't tell anyone. Please, please, please. My dad would kill me!" "Relax, little dude. I'm not going to tell anyone. Don't you know you're a fucking movie star? Haven't you read about yourself on the boylove forums? Everyone loves you, man." His brow furrowed. "They do?" "You're a celebrity. You're a total ball drainer. I can't tell you how much cum I shot watching your video." Suddenly, he was in motion. I thought he was beating a hasty retreat, but he was just running to close his bedroom door. He came back, took my hand, and led me to his bed where we both sat. "So, did your wish come true yet?" I asked. "What wish?" "Having your body covered in man cum?" He relaxed a bit. "Oh that. I must have been really horny to scream that out." He started laughing and I joined in. "So, it was just an act? You don't really want to be cummed on?" He gave me the sweetest smile. "I didn't say that." My cock gave a sudden lurch and began growing. "I just haven't been able to get up the nerve to ask anybody to do it." My dick was rock hard. It was the fastest, hardest erection I've ever had. "Oh, you sweet little guy, you're making my cock so fucking hard right now." "If you promise not to tell anyone, I'll give you a handjob right now," he said as he stood up and skinned his speedo off. I stood up too and said, "It's a deal." "But you have to cum in my face. OK?" "Absolutely." Is this kid trying to give me a heart attack? "We better do this in the bathroom," he said taking my hand and guiding me in. He closed the door. "Drop you pants and let me see it." He loved giving orders. I complied. He stood there memsemerized by the size of my hard-on. He touched it gingerly and I moaned. Loudly. He giggled. "We better make this quick," he said rushing over the sink and picking up his iPhone. He came over to me and gave me the phone. "Here you hold this while I hold this," he said laughing again. So, there I was in the private bathroom of the sexiest little boy in the world. Him giving me a delicious hand job while I filmed it. When he wasn't smiling at me, he was concentrating his gaze on the tip of my cock. He jerked me wonderully while occasionally fondling my balls. "Oh, yeah, you little fucker. Jerk that cock. It loves you, man. I love you. You're gonna make me shoot so good. You're going to empty my balls. I won't be horny for two weeks when you're done. Oh, shit, that feels so good." Soon he wrapped both hands around my cock and jerked mightily, grunting with each pull. "Come, come, come, come on, shoot it it my face. Shoot all your come in my face. Do it, come, come, come." Then he did something that just pushed me over the edge. With a sweet grin on his face he began wagging his cute little tongue back and forth across the head. "OH, FUCK. HERE IT COMES, KID. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," I screamed as shot after shot of come was spurting and gushing all over his face. Seven or eight strings of it, from his forehead to his chin. He licked as much as he could get into his mouth. His crazy little tongue was like a separate organism. When I finally caught my breath I said, "Look into the camera and say something to your audience." "Hi, everybody," he said. "I finally got my wish." Later that evening, Mr. Reynolds picked up his son's iPhone and watched with mounting rage the video that was recorded on it. When it was over, he thought to himself, now where have I heard that voice before?