American Beauty
Chapter 1

Ivan was finding it difficult to concentrate. When he caught himself reading and re-reading the same lines without absorbing any of the information, he gave up and put away his textbook.

He reached for his laptop on the bedside table and dragged it to where he sat in bed. It was an old beat up model he had bought from a second-hand hardware store and it was a little slow in starting up, the cooling fan whirring with an alarming amount of clunking. The fan occasionally failed altogether and cause the machine to pack up, but lately he had gotten good at predicting its moods and did not suffer blackouts as often.

Once the computer finished booting up, he clicked open Internet Explorer (he had given the supposedly superior Firefox and Google Chrome a pass in favour of the familiarity of IE) and carefully typed into the address bar: .com.

A thrill ran up his spine as Tumblr's familiar blue filled his screen. He pushed up his glasses that were forever slipping down his nose, and slid a finger across the laptop's touch pad so the pointer was over the log in button before clicking. Carefully, he typed in his username and password, then fiddled some more with the touchpad so he could click 'Log in'. He was happy to see the little timer spinning onscreen on his first try (he usually made mistakes when logging into sites and had to put in a few more attempts), and settled back against the headboard to wait for the page to load.

Ivan had come across the blogging site purely by chance. Before, he had only every used his computer for research and typing up his work, and anything beyond that had been a little over his head. But then he heard that the internet also provided virtually free access to pornography. Scandalised at first, his curiosity quickly got the better of him and he went in search of it.

And that was how he found American Beauty on Tumblr.

The page on his screen finally settled, and he was greeted with a new picture on his dashboard; this one relatively chaste (the Beauty was still clothed), captioned: "Tonight is going to be extra special!"

Pleased to have caught the Beauty online, Ivan shifted into a more comfortable position and carefully scrolled down his dash to review some of the Beauty's older posts.

All the pictures were shot with what must have been a very good camera, but the Beauty always kept his face out of shot, or doctored them so it was blurred. Ivan hungered to see what his Beauty looked like but he understood his discretion. His eyes roved over his favourite post from the night before; the Beauty had gone for a French maid theme then, and he sat with his skirt up and his legs spread, revealing his painfully hard cock straining in a pair of lacy panties. The second picture had him without the panties.

Ivan felt a stir in his own pants, and he undid the flies of his jeans to reach in and touch himself. He scrolled back up to the top of his dash and clicked the refresh button (he never really got the hang of the instant scroll to top button on his dashboard, nor the unnecessity of scrolling to the top of the page to click refresh on the address bar).

The page took some time to reload, but once it did he was rewarded with another post from the Beauty.

It was a near full-body length shot of the Beauty cut off at the bridge of his thin, straight nose just underneath his eyes, and he had a knowing smirk displaying a set of perfect Hollywood-white teeth. His hand lifted one side of his unbuttoned shirt to reveal a muscled and slight tanned torso bound in leather restraints.

Ivan stared at it for a while, his heart speeding up a little. He scrolled down the post (index finger pushing clumsily at the touchpad over the scroll bar) to see it captioned: "Wore this under my clothes all day on campus."

That sent a delicious stab of pleasure straight to his groin. He sat further back into his pillow and pulled his jeans further down, just as the little red notification came up signalling a new post. He clicked refresh again.

The new picture took him by complete surprise. It was a shot of the Beauty's face tilted up to the camera, his eyes obscured behind a visor-like blindfold and his mouth spread open with a leather-and-steel O-ring gag. Ivan drank in every little detail. The caption read: "Wanna fuck my mouth?"

"Yes!" Ivan whispered, voice hoarse with need. He fumbled for the bottle of lubricant he kept in the bedside drawer, almost dropping it onto his laptop, and popped open the cap, pouring a generous quantity into his hand. He brought out his erect cock fully into the open and started to stroke himself, imagining it to be the Beauty's mouth sucking and suckling on it.

Another red notification came up and Ivan stabbed clumsily at the touchpad to refresh the page. The Beauty was sitting in bed with his knees drawn up and spread, and he was entirely naked save for the blindfold, the O-ring gag, and the restraints criss-crossing his body; round his neck, across his chest, wrapped around his thighs. A second picture was a close-up of the Beauty's groin and thighs. He was cleanly shaven down there, as always, and Ivan could see raw, angry marks where the leather had chafed at his skin all day, his arousal bound at the base with a painful-looking cock ring.

The caption simply read: "I'm horny."

Ivan pulled furiously at his cock, keeping the picture up as an aid to the fantasy of him fucking his Beauty, his precious Beauty all bound and gagged and egging him on in deep, guttural groans. The red notification came up again, this time numbering around six or nine, he couldn't tell in the haze of his pleasure. They were probably messages from admirers the Beauty liked to publish.

The thought of his Beauty having admirers other than him, the thought of sharing his Beauty with other perverts wanking off to the same pictures... it flooded him with a possessive fury, and he came soon after, spurting ropes of white sticky semen all over his hand and across his sweater. He leaned back against the headboard as he huffed and puffed, eyes closed to the explosion of colours dancing in the back of his eyelids. The fan on his laptop was whirring dangerously loud, but he ignored it.

Once he had caught his breath, he slowly sat back up and stared at the sorry mess he had made of himself. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned up as best he could, tucking his sated cock back into his pants and shamefacedly dabbing at the tell-tale stains on his sweater.

Wiping his hands clean of lube and semen, he refreshed the page again and scrolled past the comments to the pictures of his Beauty playing with a dildo and finishing himself off. Oh what wouldn't he give to be the one to relieve his Beauty? He paused once more at the rare picture of the Beauty's face, and took in as many of the details as he could that weren't hidden underneath the blindfold.

White perfect teeth, and a mop of soft dirty-blond hair, an untameable cowlick flicking up a small lock of hair…

Wait.

That looked familiar.

Ivan's heart thundered as he tried to hold on to a flash of memory of having seen that cowlick in that shade of blond, and in his excited state he accidentally clicked on the scroll to top button (the page whizzing back to the top of his dashboard surprised him, but he was more caught up with trying to locate just where he might have seen his Beauty).

Right at the very top of his dash was an anonymous message asking, "You have a lovely face, but what colour are your eyes? I want to see your eyes :("

American Beauty had answered, "Haha sorry I won't show my eyes but they're blue :D"

And it him then just who American Beauty was. It hit him like a tonne truck slamming into him, and his jaw dropped open from the shock. His laptop gave a final shrill of complaint and blacked out, but Ivan did not notice. He was still trying to digest the fact that his Beauty had been in front of him all along, right under his nose, as a matter of fact, in the one lecture they shared on campus.

He was that popular all-round ladies' man Alfred Jones.