I bit my nails nervously as the browser loaded that page and then I flinched when it asked me to give permission to use my webcam and microphone. Well, it would have been difficult to make a friend or look trustworthy if I didn't allow my conversation partner to see me and, on the other hand, I was really shy and timid about showing myself in front of strangers. My foggy mind decided to drink a little more to increase my confidence, so I ended up with microphone and webcam turned on. (Drunk full-chatrouletting, what an idiot...).
I waited anxious to be connected with someone. After a while I met an old man who was yelling at me in Turkish. He couldn't speak other language than that, so I skipped him.
Then it was two hot girls from Switzerland's turn. I kind of made an inhuman sound as soon as they started kissing each others, but after a while I was skipped by them. Pity...
I kept on searching around for someone who looked reliable and interesting, but... all I found was old and creepy looking men from Russia (*shivers*), TITS-OR-GTFO teenagers, naked men and penises you couldn't see the owner.
I was rather disappointed and about to log off, when I was connected with a... torso. The head and legs were not visible because the person was probably sitting with his laptop on his lap. Just his (I assumed it was a boy because of the lack of boobs) plain torso, wrapped in a tight white shirt and a black tie. You're probably asking why on Earth this individual had spurred my interest. Well, first I noticed that his provenance was encrypted. Not hidden, glitched. Under "nationality" there was in fact a bunch of random symbols. Whoever it was, he was probably doing so either to scare creepypasta-addicts or just to show off his skills with hacking... mmmh. True hackers don't do that, buuuut, still better than some random douche, I guessed.
What really made me want to know more about him was what he wrote to me.
"Hi Eduard..."
I could see myself on the monitor staring at it with a wtf-face.
Why did he know my name?
Who was he?
He surely wasn't an human, since I know none of them and I only send reports to my boss via e-mail. A nation...?
"Hi" I replied after a little.
"Hmm... what is this little estonian doing on here this late at night...?"
"Passing my time... I'm bored. You...?
May I ask you if we have ever met...?
I can't recognise you from just your torso..."
I asked him straightly. It could have been fun being friend with another technology-addicted nation!
"I was bored as well before I saw you in here... I bet I'm gonna have some fun from now on..."
I was just about to reply and thank him when the following message arrived.
"Hmm... Yes, we see each others daily, but I'm afraid my identity is a little secret... It'll be even more... Ah... Interesting"
"Interesting...?"
"Yes... Aren't things a little more interesting with some mystery in it...?"
"Indeed. Well, at least tell me why you're so pleased to see me here..."
"hah...~ Why don't we talk about this on skype...? I... don't feel comfortable with having a conversation here with someone I know..."
I frowned a little, but with my foggy mind I just nodded. It seemed reasonable to me. He probably didn't want to speak about personal things in a public page.
"My skype is "stranger12423"" is what he wrote immediately afterwards. I had every nation's skype account, but I didn't recognise it as one of my contacts. I could bet he created an anonymous account to trick me, but I was too dizzy to check for his account not to be fraudolent or a bot so i just opened skype and added him on it.
"...Done."
"... Finally...
I can't wait, well, see you there..." That's what he replied before the -PARTNER HAS DISCONNECTED- message showed up.
I was rather confused about that, but I didn't care that much. Someone was very excited to talk to me and be my friend! I just drank a little more to loosen up even more since I wanted to look cool and interesting.
Suddenly I saw that my unknown friend (which from now on I'll call "stranger") was online and I barely had time to realise it that he was already calling me. I accepted and immediately got connected with that torso i stared at a few minutes earlier.
"... Hi...?" I murmured at the microphone, but I got no answer. No audio either.
"I'm afraid you can't hear me... It would be rather gullible of me to let you hear my voice if i want to keep my identity secret, don't you think...?" he wrote.
I frowned. That wasn't fair, he knew me, he could see me and hear me and I had to cope with the fact I knew nothing of him except his presumed sex and that he was a nation. I was quite annoyed by that situation, actually.
"Well, why do you even bother to show yourself, then...?" I asked bitterly, almost about to turn off my webcam and microphone.
"...Hey.
I wanted to make things intriguing, right...? There is nothing that can beat sight at teasing human curiosity.
And I'm sure that what I'm about to show you will tease it a lot..." And this was what he wrote before things went really... Interesting.
The stranger ran his hands over his chest to the sides, down and up again, very, very slowly. Then they moved down to his own belly and up again this time to his neck. There they rested, playing with the collar with one finger. I stared both confused and hypnotised at the slow and sensuous movement of his hands on his body, but I completely woke up from that torpor as the stranger started undoing the buttons of his collar. I immediately stammered something in surprise, my cheeks becoming of a slight pink.
"Shh... I'm doing this just for you..." he wrote, interrupting the slow-motion dance his hands were doing on the collar of his shirt to answer me.
I was frankly amused by such a treatment, as suspicious it may have been, so after the initial embarrassment I just relaxed and laid my head on my hand, watching the stranger sexily unbuttoning his tight shirt. I stared eagerly at the skin being unraveled, wanting to touch it and feel its warm, feel it real. The real skin of a real person wanting for real to strip only for my entertainment. I felt my body heating up as I saw his pectorals and abs. I craved so bad to run my hands on them... After all the buttons had been undone, the stranger took the shirt off and I looked at his naked torso, also searching for any particular that may have made him recognizable.
Nothing. There weren't signs on it and he wasn't skinny nor fat, actually, quite muscular, though. Attractive and pleasant to watch, even for a man.
"So... What do you think...?" He asked, averting me from my thoughts.
"Impressive... You're good" I commented diplomatically. I didn't want to confess that I almost drooled because of that half strip-tease. Embarrassed, I took off my glasses and massaged my temples.
"...Oh, Thank you. I'm glad to have pleased those magnetic green eyes of yours..." He answered "I bet though that mine would be a lot more pleased by your elegant body..."
OK, things were going weirder by the second, I had no idea of what was going on, but, kurat if it wasn't intriguing.
"So, little Estonian...? Will you fulfil this little wish of mine...?"
I blushed furiously... I had never been asked to strip, never watched someone stripping for me, never drooled over a male body. I have been barely complimented or felt sexual interest in someone, so that situation was too much for me. I was excited and my self-esteem got an high-boost. Let's add the fact that I was drunk and, there, you have the most shameless version of me. "I only have to take my shirt off..." I kept on thinking. Also, my drunk mind suggested, it could have been quite a good exercise for my first time and maybe even fun. So, I took a deep breath.
I was ready.
I ran a hand through my hair and down to the neck, slowly passing it on my chest while biting my lip in a pathetic attempt of looking sexy. Surprisingly enough, I didn't fail, since the Stranger wrote a "Yeah... Like that...~" that made the drunk-me grin maliciously. After a while of sliding my hands on my body following the other's example, I noticed a bulge in his jeans and that turned me on, giving me the strength to undo the buttons of my shirt. "You bad boy... You're really making my pants tight!" he commented making me smirk at the webcam. One after another, I undid the buttons of my shirt and let that unknown person see my body. I quite expected to arouse him a little, yeah, but i would have never thought that that boy would have taken it out of his pants and started... (oh, god, it's so embarrassing to write)... jerking off at me.
"You're so hot, Eduard..." he wrote with his free hand, while the other ran on his own shaft. I don't want to lie, at this point I was completely hard myself. I couldn't help but staring at that sexy boy giving pleasure to himself and the more I watched at that private show, the more I was convinced to do the same. In fact, it didn't take long before I unzipped my trousers and took it out as well to touch myself. The stranger was rather... enthusiastic of it. "Oh god, yeah... I'd bang you in every single position possible... I want to shove it into you and make you scream"
It didn't help me making me pass my sudden hunger for sex. At all. On the contrary, it made me feel the need of having it inside of me. I grabbed one of the markers that i had on my desk and I forced it into myself groaning in pain. It burnt like hell, but that wasn't important in that moment. I just wanted to feel /him/ into me while pleasing myself furiously. After a while it started to grow pleasant it as well and I couldn't hold my moans anymore. I was lucky that I was home alone because I was pretty loud. We both finished in a little time and I released my load on my keyboard.
"Wow, Eduard... You can really make me toey..." the Stranger wrote and I grinned with half-lidded eyes to the webcam. "It's a pity that I have to go now, my dear, but you got me really exhausted..." He then added and I felt bad. It was just midnight and I really hoped he didn't trick me or anything. The least I needed at the moment was being used and then thrown away, but the next message calmed me down a bit.
"I really hope to meet you online again. I really appreciate your company. Will you be online tomorrow night...?"
"yeah, of course I will..."
"Then see you, darling. sleep well." And then he disconnected.
I was pretty tired as well and my head hurt terribly, so I went to sleep soon afterwards. A horrible day waited for me the next day.
