Day 22: Camboy / Solo!Kiyo
Additional Tags: Non-canon compliant, Solo!Kiyo, masturbation, sexual fantasy, hurt/comfort, queer themes, sexual discovery, mild angst, unusual relationship, internet, technology, mild sexual content, Alternate Universe, Camboy!Kiyo.
After the first few times, nerve-wracking, anxiety-inducing live streams, it was extremely arousing. A dimly lit room and a camera with internet were all Kiyoshi needed. He actually had higher expectations, that his hunger to be desired would be sated but alas, the reality was boring. He could stream getting himself off at the hottest fantasies, but when his eyes fell on that zero viewer count, his need for validation threw a tantrum that ruined his day. That is until he received a message after a session. The message was a simple hello and curt praise on his body. Kiyoshi was like a stranded traveler in a desert who found an oasis. He wanted to jump on this opportunity, but he held himself back.
After typing a friendly reply, he took the first step. "Say, you are the first viewer I have. I can make these sessions special if you send me something to be excited about ;)." An old and boring invitation for a dick pic. The lack of immediate reply made him worried the person on the other side was insecure and was searching for a hot dick on the internet to send instead. That was. . . fine, he guessed.
After ten minutes, Kiyoshi accepted he wasn't going to receive a reply. He was hot! Why didn't this person jump on the opportunity! Men are supposed to be all about sex, right?! Fine . . . FINE!
He skipped streaming the following week, not even checking the site. When his ego healed, he checked back and found a message.
NotYourKnight :
"I didn't message you with those intentions but. . . you did help me so. . . I don't mind sending this. . ." It was a fine picture of beautifully sculpted abs and pecs. Kiyoshi felt his cock twitch at the sight.
Mulling over this stranger's message with a heavy heart, he typed. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable :(. If there's something I can help you with, please tell me. I would like to make it up to you. I'll be streaming at the same time this week."
It was embarrassing to admit the stranger had lodged themselves in the corner of his mind. This was a pastime for his sexual energy, nothing he should think but on horny days. He always got attached when the other party acts pitiful. It was a bad habit of his.
Kiyoshi got a reply the next day. The stranger seemed to be in a good mood. The message was long.
NotYourKnight :
"You're kind. I have been worried if I like guys. I have been looking at bunch porn but I hated everything. I'm disgusted at the thought of two guys having sex. Straight was even worse. I think I find sex gross. Then I found you. I didn't know this was a thing. I. . . guess I liked it. Not the stuff with. . . your dick but when you touched yourself in other places. That's why I said your body is nice. Er, I wanted to not sound creepy about it. I think your body is beautiful.
Um, you say if you could do something for me. Maybe, ONLY IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH IT!!! , you can touch yourself except your. . . thing?
It would help me understand some things about myself. Don't do it if you want to. We are strangers."
Strangers? Kiyoshi's ass. After a confession like that, 'strangers' wasn't a word to describe their relationship. He had always known he liked guys and he swiftly accepted he liked girls too so he didn't have much experience in thinking about which gender or sex he was attracted to. He wanted to help this unlikely friend and searched the internet for ' how to know if I'm gay.'
Unsurprisingly, their condition of "sex is disgusting" made making a plan much more complicated. He replied to the message with some cheerful words and went to sleep.
Thursday afternoon, he turned on the camera at 5 pm sharp. It was just the right time to pleasure himself before he started making dinner. He hadn't been consistent with the live streams but he was a smart boy.
Kiyoshi, covering his face with a face mask, observed the viewer count. The faceless friend hadn't confirmed reading his reply but they knew he was going to be on today. After waiting a full minute, Kiyoshi lifted his hand to his chest and played with his nipple, imagining his troubled friend on the other side. He felt his skin heat at the fantasy.
Making an effort to not glance at the viewer count, he recalled the picture they sent. He glanced at the viewer count and dashed to his bedside, tore the phone case, and ran back. He could see himself on the screen as a reflection. Hiding his phone as he unlocked it, he scrolled to the image he used the other day to masturbate to. He couldn't get any information from the image itself: place, nationality, religion, gender, etc. His friend was a blank slate. Kiyoshi didn't believe in stereotypes, he was a child from an American and Japanese mother who resembled nothing from the latter but he was born and raised in Japan. Few people believed him though, both Japanese and Westerners. In the end, Kiyoshi hadn't assumed anything from his friend's tan chest and thick muscles but that they must regularly work out to maintain that body.
Viewer count: 1.
Kiyoshi's hands froze. Was it them? The laptop reflected his parted lips. For the first time, he felt overconscious. Would it be rude to call out their username? Feeling a connection through the screen, he wanted to say something to this person who was trying to understand themselves.
He curled his lips into a smile. "Thank you for being here. I'm not sure if you are the person I'm waiting for but. . . I hope you enjoy what I have to offer." He fixed his mask and let the phone quietly slip down the bed. "This is for you, Keima." It was a wild guess which could slip away any viewer's ears. Kiyoshi had dubbed his friend the Japanese word 'Keima' from the English 'Knight.'
Kiyoshi puffed his chest and caressed his perky nipple, rubbing the tip until it hardened. Then, he caressed his chest until he reached the other nipple and left it nice and hard. He moved on to his shoulders and sides. Turning around, he tried to show his viewer what a twink's body looked like. If his friend saw him as a guy and was into this body type instead, perhaps they would feel something. Or perhaps Kiyoshi would trigger a kink or fetish. Who knew.
After he finished touching his whole body but his crotch, the bell in his account rang. He fought his curiosity for a moment before surrendering, leaning onto the screen, and reaching for the mouse.
NotYourKnight:
"Thank you for doing this. I think I learned something. I don't know what I can do for you as thanks. I don't think words are enough. Your kindness has changed my life. I haven't told anyone else about this.
Your body is beautiful. Not as a guy. Um, sorry if that hurts. I think you are beautiful regardless of your sex. Thank you for being kind to me.
- Your Keima."