Being a 22 year old virgin was a pretty harsh fate to swallow. I'd just finished my first relationship. She managed to coax me into kissing her, but that is as far as I got.
The chat room was lively that night, but not everyone was talking. I was a lurker. I loved to just sit back and watch the conversation flow. I knew no one and did not contribute. Every now and then a bot would message me, trying to get me to check out "her" webcam. These conversations quickly became absurd due to the nonexistence of a person on the other end.
The sexual frustration was unbearable. Sometimes the private message wasn't from a bot. Men messaged me asking my asl, which means age, sex, and location. The conversation usually stopped there. Some nights, a guy would press on. Especially if I had my webcam going. But as a straight man, I denied their requests.
Until I didn't. I'm not sure if every man fantasizes about men while masturbating, even if only occasionally. I did. And it was just one of those nights. I was wantonly craving that which a woman simply could not supply.
I guess you could say that the stars aligned that night. A young man with the nickname "elvis" sent me a private message as I stared at the screen, taking cannabis hits from my dugout and sipping a beer.
elvis: a/s/l
me: m/22/s***s u?
I was still kind of wishing for a woman at this point, but all available evidence suggested this was a man. Number one, he messaged me. Two, Elvis is no girl's name.
elvis: m/26/s***s.
me: that's cool. we're really close to each other.
elvis: yeah. can I see your cam?
me: I don't know why you'd wanna, but I guess I don't see any reason why not.
I knew why he wanted, of course. I was trembling with excitement while I switched on the cam. The camera didn't take long to connect.
elvis: you are very handsome.
me: I guess so.
elvis: can I ask you something?
me: sure. why not?
I was expecting him to ask me something about myself. To keep the conversation going. At worst, he'd ask about the weather.
elvis: take off your clothes.
