Prologue

Oliver

P ressing the sign-up button on the computer screen, I sit back, watching the swirling circle on the screen processing my information.

I'm not sure what I'm doing, but what the hell? There's no turning back now.

The webpage loads, and with shaky hands, I navigate to the search engine. Not knowing what to put in, I first type ‘ men ,' then place the cursor in front and add ‘ gay .'

A long list of different profiles pops up, different color circles in front of them. My eyes widen at the variety of men in front of me. Hovering over the circles, I see that green means they are online, red means they're offline and gray means they only upload videos and don't do live sessions.

I start scrolling through all the different profiles, trying to see if anything or anyone stands out to me. There're a ton of pictures of bare chests, and a few censored dicks. Not many actually show their faces, though. Scrolling down, I stop when I see a masked man staring back at me. I can't see his face, but there's something about his warm brown eyes under the black lace mask that seems inviting, drawing me in.

Wanting to learn more about him, I click the button next to his picture, hoping it takes me to his main page. A camera screen pops up and before I can figure out what's happening, the masked man appears on my screen, shirtless.

"Well, damn. Hello."

His gruff voice cuts through and my body stiffens. Twisting my head back and forth, I quickly pull the screen down so my face isn't visible. What the fuck is going on?

"Uh. Hi?" I flinch when my voice comes out squeaky.

The masked man chuckles, and I have no idea what happened or how he appeared on my screen. "I'm uh..." Licking my lips, I pause, trying to give myself some time. "I-I'm not quite sure how this happened? Like how you're on my screen?" I stutter, my cheeks flushing warm from embarrassment.

"Ah. You pressed the green circle on my profile, which automatically took you to my waiting queue and since no one else was waiting, it automatically put us together. "

"Oh? I didn't know that's how it worked." Laughing awkwardly, I continue, "I thought green just meant you were online." Rubbing the back of my neck, I glance around sheepishly, feeling like a fool. I don't know what I was thinking, putting myself in this situation.

"No, sorry. The green button means I'm available to do a live session. Have you ever done a live session before?" The mask somewhat stifles his voice, but I can still understand his words pretty clearly.

"No, I haven't. I've never actually been on a site like this before. Let alone thought I'd actually be talking to someone." We both laugh and his is a deep, throaty one, sending trembles flowing through my body. "I'm sorry. I thought I would only be watching a video. But uh… thanks anyway." I go to exit, when his voice stops me.

"Wait." Even though I don't want to, I wait to see what he's going to say next. "You obviously came to the site for something. Maybe you should stick around?"

"Um... I don't know."

"Just try."

"Okay," I whisper. I don't know what it is about this specific man that's drawing me in and keeping me here, but I want to see what happens next.

"So, I want to make this easier for you. Do you want to watch or participate?"

Oh wow. Shifting slightly in my seat, I think about what he's asking. What do I want? I originally got onto this website because I was curious. I've always known I was bisexual, but I've never been able to actually act on it until now.

"Can I watch first? And then maybe participate? But uh, I would like to keep my camera off if that's okay?" My voice gets higher at the end of my question, and I wince. I'm fucking thirty years old, for fuck's sake, and I'm nervous and acting as though I'm fifteen.

"That's perfectly fine. Whatever is more comfortable for you. Are you ready?"

I squeak out a ‘yes,' then use my hand to cover the camera until I can move the camera cover over. My eyes widen in shock when the masked man stands up and strips out of his clothes, leaving him standing completely naked on the screen.

"Fucking hell," I whisper.

Ronan

There's something different about the man who showed up tonight. He dropped his camera so quickly I didn't get to look at him, but his shyness comes through in his voice and it's captivating.

As soon as he dropped his camera, I didn't want him to log off. Most of the men who show up during my lives are there for one thing: to get off or to watch me get off. It seems as though he's not. There's an innocence about him, or at least that's the vibe I'm getting .

Stripping out of my clothes, I stand in front of the camera, letting him get his fill of me. Dragging my hand across my bare chest, I flick my nipple, moaning out loud at the sensations that flood my body. From my side, all I can see is a black screen, but I can hear him and it spurs me on.

I've done this so many times it's like autopilot. But with this man, it's different. I want to put on a show and make this the best he's ever seen. He was so close to exiting, and I want him to know staying was worth it.

I quickly grip my chair, dragging it to me. Lifting my leg up, I rest it on the chair facing the camera. My dick is bobbing up and down in front of me, wanting to climb through the screen to get to the gorgeous man in front of me. Circling around my shaft with my hand, I give myself a few tugs, smiling when I hear the man moan softly on the other side.

"You like what you see?" I rasp, my hand picking up speed as I jerk myself off. I deepen my voice as I tend to do when doing a live session. I do it so hopefully no one recognizes my voice. Luckily, I haven't run into anyone I know yet.

The man whispers a soft ‘ yes ' and I can only imagine what he looks like right now. With one hand working my shaft, I use my other to flick and caress my chest. The whole time I'm stroking myself, I'm picturing what the man is doing on the other side .

"You should take your pants off and join me." And since I can't see him, I can only guess he still hasn't undressed. It's not a far assumption based on how shy he seems.

"Oh, um. I don't know," he whispers, his voice shaky.

"Hey," I say softly. "It's okay. To let go. To enjoy yourself. Why don't you try?"

Wanting to make him more comfortable, I sit back down in my chair, waiting to see what move he makes next. I don't want to force him, and he needs to take the next step on his own. Through the screen I can hear him sighing, followed by the sound of pants being shoved down. I do an internal happy dance.

"Now what?" He asks breathlessly.

"Grab your dick and jerk yourself." I wait a few seconds before saying, "Are you touching yourself? Fuck. That's sexy. Good job." He whimpers loudly and I freeze.

"Did you like that? Me telling you that you did a good job?"

"Yes."

Fuck, I have never wanted to be able to climb through a screen so badly before. What I wouldn't give to be able to touch him, feel his skin against mine. What the fuck? I have never had thoughts like this before. At least not with someone who's here to watch my shows. It has to be his innocence.

"Touch yourself for me," I demand .

I'm not used to being this tame. Usually I'm more vocal, touching myself in more ways, but with him, I don't want to scare him. I want to take it slow and easy and not risk spooking him.

"Fuck, I bet you look so damn good. I bet your hand is working your cock like the good boy I know you are. I want you to imagine I'm there with you. That there's no screen between us. Just me standing in front of you, dropping to my knees to take you in my mouth." His pants and whimpers hit my ears through the speakers and I yearn to hear more. "You're so fucking perfect for me. Doing exactly what I say. Have you ever done this before?"

"No," he moans. "I-I've never done this before."

"Really? Cause you're doing so good for me. Grip yourself a little tighter. Picture my hands instead of yours."

"I'm close, I'm so close." As much as I don't want this to end, I'm just as close as he is. This experience has been unlike anything I've done before, from how we began to ending up here.

"Fucking come for me. I want you to come all over your hand."

The words have barely left my mouth when he cries out as pleasure overtakes him. Knowing he's never done this before ignites a fire in me and I erupt all over my hand, rope after rope of cum shooting out.

"You did so good." I praise him, falling back into my chair. Looking down, I chuckle at the mess I made all over my hand. Fuck, I can't remember the last time I came so much.

"Thank you," he stutters out.

"We should definitely do this again. What—"

He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. "I-I-I don't think so. This was great—but uh, yeah. Thanks."

Before I can say anything, there's a click, and everything goes black. The screen displays ‘ BetweenThePages has left the live ' and I sigh, wishing he hadn't left so quickly.

"Well, fuck." I slump in my seat, scrubbing my hands down my face and sigh loudly at him vanishing.

As much as I would want him to join another live of mine, I have a feeling I'll never see the mystery man again.