To say I was embarrassed was the understatement of the century. Here he was expecting to find my mother up here and what does he find? Me jacking off in front of a web camera instead.

I couldn't look at him as I put my shorts back on. I stayed facing the wall as I spoke to him. "She had to go to work. There's some kind of emergency at the shop. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said, stepping into my room and closing the door behind him. "I was shocked, of course, but I actually liked what I was watching."

I whirled to face him, shock written plainly on my face. He was leaning against the closed door behind him, one hand under his shirt rubbing his stomach and chest while his other hand caressed the growing bulge in his shorts. "I wanted to meet you. Your mother has gone on and on about you to my mom, but I had no idea that the first time I got to see you would be like that. I've got to say, I quite liked it. Hope you didn't mind me watching you."

"H…How long were you standing there?" I stammered.

"Long enough," he answered cryptically as he continued fondling his dick through the fabric of his shorts. "Please, don't let me stop you. I want to see how this ends." He smirked at me, lust burning in his eyes as he stared at me.

I had to admit to myself that this was even better than what he interrupted. Despite the fact that I only had one person watching me, I had him here in person and could listen to the sounds, and inhale the aroma of him, as he watched me.

There was no need to start over, especially considering how he'd found me. Instead, I shucked my shorts and lay back down on the bed. We stared at each other as I started to fondle my inflating cock, slipping one hand down to roll my balls around. It was evident that he was enjoying what I was doing because he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. I openly admired the broad expanse of his well muscled chest, the hairless skin stretched taut over the muscle beneath.

I kept his eyes locked onto mine as I snaked my tongue out to lick my lips. He mirrored my action as he slid his hands beneath the waistband of his shorts and slid them down and tossed them aside beside his shirt.

My eyes widened at the sight of the massive dick that sprang up like a spring once freed of the confining fabric. It wasn't so much his length that surprised me but his girth. His fist could barely wrap around his shaft and I longed to feel the thick veiny surface in my own hand.

"Why don't you join me?" I whispered to him, moving over to make room for him.

He didn't say a word, but he crossed to my bed and eased down beside me. His eyes left my own and traveled down to my cock where it waved with each beat of my racing heart. Gingerly, he reached out and wrapped his hand around my dick, slowly stroking my shaft.

My mind reeled at his touch and it took every ounce of self control I had not to explode all over his hand at his caress. Almost