"...13...14...15," I said bucking my hips for the extra momentum needed to slam the bench press bar back into the rack support above me. I leaned up, sweat dripping down my bare chest, my pulse pounding.
I was home for the summer from college and had gotten tired of my high school physique (skinny and boney). I wanted some oomph, and I was on my way to adding ten pounds of pure muscle in my parents' garage. Every night I would attack the weights and then mix in push ups and sit-ups to tone my burgeoning muscles. *End overt humble brag*
Suddenly, my laptop made a noise. From my weight bench, I squinted at the screen. A new chat from an old high school friend, Rodrigo. Now, Rodrigo was a great guy, but it had been nearly two years since I had seen him last save for once or twice. A succinct description would be "above-average attractive brunette male."
To flesh Rodrigo out a little more with a little prose, he had strong powerful legs and always moved with grace. He was a dancer in high school and every interaction we had was pleasant.
And, oh yeah, he just so happened to be gay. I lifted up my laptop and shoved it into my lap with his message of "Hey Damien!" on the screen.
"Hey, how are you?" I started.
"Doing well, how's life? What are you up to?" he shot back.
I paused, "Life is good, been back from school for a while. Enjoying the summer, working out in my garage."
"Oooh, working out huh?" he chided. "I remember that body. Sounds hot."
Besides being in sports, I had dabbled in performing arts in school and he had definitely seen me in my skivvies from time to time. I had no interest in guys, but to say I wasn't flattered would be a flat out lie.
I hadn't thought much of myself back in high school, and despite the fact that I can claim with some certainty that I'm a somewhat strapping young lad now, it was nice to be wanted. It gave my blood a bit of a surge. It was harmless, right?
Smooth as ever, I replied, "Thanks, I guess. "What are you up to?"
"Playing..." was his answer.
"What do you mean?" I asked, clearly clueless.
Rodrigo typed for a while then sent, "Well...there's this site I like to visit. People strip naked and touch themselves and you can watch them and comment. It's really hot."
Wow. "People?" I asked.
"Guys..." he replied. "BUT, there are girls too! Check it out!"
Now, as any red-blooded American college male, I was well acquainted with porn at that point. But, I couldn't say I had frequented the website he sent me. And, I became a bit more cognizant of the fact that my laptop had a camera on it as I hovered on the link.
*CLICK*
As the site loaded, it was then I realized an overt interest that I hadn't embraced before. Amateur wholehearted sexual enjoyment put up for people to enjoy turned me on like crazy. I took a look at different girls camming and showing off their asses, tits, and soaking wet pus...
"Hello?" Rodrigo's chat popped back up.
"Oh, hey! That site is amazing!" I said.
"I know, right. I love it. I'm so horny right now, it's amazing," he gushed.
In my short time in college, I had started to truly embrace my sexual side and his sexual talk kick started my libido. I had been working out and now those endorphins started flooding my body and encouraging me to be bad.
"Me too, damn I have never seen this site. This is so fucking hot," I returned.
"It'd be hotter if it was you on cam..." he responded, slyly.
I did a double take at his message. I wasn't sure I had read that correctly. I asked, "Really?"
"Ya, you have a nice body, I think people would flock to watch you 'play' ;)" he returned, playfully.
A bit shocked, I said, "I don't know. I've done one on one cams before, but nothing this public..."