Cyber Boyfriend
By Randy Rumper

I slowly closed the lid to my computer after a couple hours of titillating online cybersex. As my hands carefully caressed the edges of the case on my little laptop I put it away in its travel case tears filling my eyes. Kyle, my cyber boyfriend, and I had just broken up. We had been cyber dating, having virtual sex for over a year. Now, we were taking a hiatus from each other, putting our steamy online sex sessions on hold for a while.

We had gotten to know each other fairly well during the past year. Not only had we grown very close we had been very explicit with each other in our e-mails and immediate messaging. We knew each other’s secret sexual wants, desires and fantasies. We had exchanged explicit photographs with each other, but never any with faces. I found that during the past year I eagerly looked forward to and had grown to enjoy our online trysts. I loved Kyle’s body, his personality, and desperately wanted to meet him. I wanted to make love to him in person; however, that had all been put on hold for now. I had discovered that I was too scared to take that next step, that fateful plunge into reality – I was scared of getting busted. Good thing there is security in online anonymity.

I use an “MSN Hotmail” e-mail address and “MSN Messaging” that are registered under a pseudonym for my online sexual exploits; that’s how I first met Kyle, while cyber cruising late one night. From then on Kyle and I would rendezvous via IMs, exchanging personal dialogue, and indulging in our long distant online sex sessions. We would secretly seduce each other with words for hours, two to three times a week through the Internet, dependent upon our schedules. We had exchanged nude pictures with each other, and pulled off some pretty intense sessions of cybersex. Of course, all the naked photos I had sent to Kyle were headless nude shots of me, and Kyle’s snapshots to me were also headless. Neither of us wanted our identities and nakedness flaunted around the world by way of the Internet. I guess, in that year, neither of us had come to fully trust the other.

Early in our virtual sex sessions my online partner told me he was a student at a California college and he was twenty-two; however, the naked photos he had sent to me appeared to be that of a younger man, maybe even a teenager eighteen or nineteen. And Kyle didn’t write like a college student either, but more like a hopelessly romantic high school student. However, to be on the safe side I always printed out his e-mail and instant messages to me, especially the one stating that he was, in fact, twenty-two years old. If this kid was indeed twenty-two he had one hella sweet smooth looking young body.

Over our yearlong cyber relationship I had become totally infatuated by Kyle and his body, especially its physical attributes. A great looking frame I wanted badly next to me in my bed to have my way with for many long hours of lovemaking. Of course, Kyle had given me many compliments in the past year about my own body, telling me that I looked younger than my age, too. I knew that