Camming down the rabbit hole Ch6

I turned round giving him a direct view of my ass and made another stretch, loosely explaining how I had managed to stretch out the cramp from the other day, and how my core strength from doing yoga was really helping it all. It was all nonsense but he wasn’t listening anyway, his eyes firmly glued on my body. It should have made me feel uncomfortable, but instead being able to turn this guy to jelly filled me with confidence. I even asked him what exercise I should do to make my ass bigger to which his eyes practically popped from his head.

He stammered a response, but was seriously struggling to put a coherent sentence together, it was then that I realised his jogging shorts were sporting a modest tent and he shifted his position to try and hide it. I grinned in victory, I couldn’t believe that I had this power over a guy like that. The old me would have been so intimidated but this only served to boost my ego even more.

I made my excuses and set off jogging again, I looked back over my shoulder after a few paces and he still looked as flustered, taking a seat on the bench to hide his now very obvious erection, the whole encounter was strangely thrilling, and I had a buzz of energy the whole way home.

Back in my flat, I took note of the pace I’d managed on my run, a personal best including the break I had while I embarrassed Marc. I stripped and stepped into the shower. Despite being very sweaty my hair still looked good so I carefully wrapped it on my head to keep it from getting wet. The hot water felt amazing, and I took the buttplug from the side and slipped it in, after all I deserved a reward for the effort I’d just exerted. Soaping up my body, my nipples immediately hardened to the touch and my cock sprang to life. The horniness I woke up with had never really gone away, and the encounter in the park only served to exacerbate that.

It suddenly dawned on me that what I did to Marc was not really different to what I did on my cam shows every day. Yes it was not the same to do it in person, but the feeling of power and influence was intoxicating, the thought of me, my body and my actions being so influential over how someone feels was incredibly empowering. As a guy I never had that kind of gravitas. Yet now I had sometimes hundreds of people watching me and getting off to me.