The Blue Cat

by Roland Graeme

  I took him into my confidence, telling him about Geoff. Vittorio saw no reason why Geoff and I should confine our contact to snail mail, email and phone calls. We could hook up via a webcam connection on the internet. Nothing, Vittorio assured me, could be simpler.

  “Leave it to me,” he said. “We can use Signor Rupert’s computer. He won’t mind. He told me to make sure you feel at home here and that you have everything you need.”

  Rupert’s computer, set up on a small desk in his bedroom, was not a laptop, but a massive desktop affair. I hadn’t paid much attention to it until now.

  Before I knew it, Vittorio and Geoff were internet buddies, briskly emailing each other back and forth. I was egotistical enough to wonder what they might be saying about me.

  “There,” Vittorio finally said, gesturing for me to come and take his place in the chair. “Ah, Signor Geoff is very handsome.”

  “Don’t you get any ideas,” I warned him. “I saw him first and one long-distance romance is about all I can handle.”

  The moment I sat down with the computer monitor in front of me, I forgot everything else, including Vittorio’s presence in the room. I was thrilled. There was Geoff, on the screen! It was the first time I’d seen him in months.

  He, too, sat behind some sort of a desk, metal in his case, with the keyboard in front of him. He wore fatigue trousers and a plain white T-shirt, with his dog tags dangling between his pecs. He seemed to be peering intently at his own computer screen. He treated me to his familiar, devastating grin at his first sight of me.

  “It’s really you!” I blurted out.

  “In the flesh.”

  “Can you see me as well as I see you?”

  “You’re coming in nice and clear. Is that Vittorio standing behind you?”

  “Yes. Scostati, Vittorio. Make yourself scarce. A little privacy, please?”

  “Of course,” Vittorio purred. “Ciao, Geoff. Call me if you run into any technical difficulties,” he invited me, not without sarcasm, by way of a parting shot, before he left the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

  By now, I had noticed the space Geoff was in. It seemed to be some sort of a storage room. It looked small. There was a wall not far behind where Geoff sat, painted a drab light grey. Freestanding metal shelves were heavily laden with sealed cardboard cartons.

  I turned my full attention back to the man at the other end of the webcam connection.

  “Alone at last,” I said, happily.

  “He’s hot. Has he been keeping you entertained?”

  “Never mind Vittorio. It’s so wonderful to be able to see you and talk to you, like this.”

  “Yeah, isn’t it? Look at you. You’re so brown!” Geoff exclaimed.

  “Am I?”

  “You’re positively sun bronzed. Obviously, you’ve been spending a lot of your time there time lying on the beach.”

  “I beg to differ with you. I may have been spending time on the beach here, but hardly lying down doing nothing. I’ve been in an upright position, working. Slaving under the hot sun. Painting.”

  “Good for you. Is it nice there?”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “You lucky bastard. How I envy you. In Italy, working or no, while I’m stuck here in this hellhole.”

  “Is it so bad there?”

  “It’s fine,” he said, quickly and dismissively. “We all complain—about everything—just for the hell of it. Don’t worry about me. But tell me more. I want to hear about everything you’ve been doing.”

  I filled him in on my recent activities as best as I could, not censoring myself.

  “All this is very interesting,” Geoff said, smiling. “But what I’d really like to know is—have you been faithful to me?”

  “As the poet once put it—in my fashion, yes, I have. Remember, you’re the one who insisted I amuse myself.”

  “I don’t deny it. And I hope you have been amusing yourself. As long as nothing more serious develops.”

  “Define serious for me, Geoff.”

  “Serious, as in a potential threat to your feelings for me.”

  “That can never happen.”

  “Not even there in your sunny Italian paradise?”

  “Not even here. But while we’re on the subject, how about you?”

  He grinned at me. “This environment isn’t exactly conducive to intimacy. Well, at least not intimacy of a sexual sort. I’m surrounded by other blokes, day and night. Never any privacy.”

  “But I have a sneaking suspicion that guys do manage to hook up, if they’re so inclined.”

  “Well, the shower room, late at night, does get its share of traffic. Cleanliness is next to godliness, as they say. It can also be damned close to sexual satisfaction. Some of these guys get godly together just about every night. And I just happen to have one of the extra keys to this luxurious storage room you see me in. You can’t see it, but there’s an old mattress on the floor, behind one of the rows of shelves. It’s there in case somebody gets too tired from taking inventory and needs a little rest.”

  I laughed. “It sounds as though both of us have been keeping busy.”

  “Let’s get busy right now. I don’t know how long I can stay on line. We might as well make the most of it. Would you be willing to do something special for me?”

  “Anything, Geoff.”

  “Be careful what you commit yourself to. I might want something kind of kinky.”

  “Anything,” I repeated. “I swear. Name it and I’ll do it.”

  “No matter how kinky?”

  “The kinkier the better.”

  “You are alone in the room now, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. And Vittorio is the soul of discretion. He won’t come in without knocking—not while he knows I’m still talking to you.”

  “Good. Because I want you to do a striptease for me. Take off your clothes for me and let me see you naked. I want you to pose for me naked.”

  “All right, but you’re going to have to strip out of those things you’ve got on and get naked, too.”

  “No, not just yet. I want this to be a one-way thing. I want to look at you, without any distractions here at my end.”

  “All right, if you insist. So far, this doesn’t sound particularly kinky.”

  “Wait for it. I want you to jerk off for me.”

  “Um, now that does sound a bit more promising.”

  “Will you do it?”

  “Of course.”

  “I want you to be my very own private porn star tonight and put on a sex show, just for me.”

  “No problem.”

  “Do you have a condom handy?”

  The question took me by surprise. “Of course. I’ve got a whole box of them, right here beside the bed.”

  “I might have guessed as much. Take one out of the box and put it aside, so you have it ready.”

  “Why? I’m here all by myself…except for you, of course. If all I’m going to do is jerk off, why do I need a rubber? Talk about safe sex!”

  “I want you to put the rubber on, eventually and jerk off into it.”

  “I see. So this is your idea of a little kink, is it?”

  “Oh, you have no idea. Because…you see…” Geoff looked and sounded more than a little flustered. “You see, what I’d really like you to do for me is, ah…”

  “Come on, soldier. Spit it out.”

  “I want you to come inside the condom, then take it off and wrap it up in plastic, so your cum won’t dry out,” Geoff said, in a rapid rush of words, “then I want you to mail it to me. So I can taste your cum and use it to jerk myself off.”

  “Wow. I’m speechless.”

  “That’s a novelty.”

  “So’s what you’re suggesting.”

  “Will you do it?”

  “Sure.”

  “Really?” he pressed.

  “Yes, really. Let’s get started, shall we?�
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  “You’re such a good sport.”

  “You haven’t seen anything, yet,” I boasted. “Wait’ll I get this show started.”

  “Can you turn your webcam a little, so it’ll give me a better view of the bed?”

  “Of course. Tell me when.”

  I adjusted the position of the webcam to Geoff’s specifications.

  “Now what?” I asked.

  He laughed. “All business, aren’t you?”

  “You’re the consumer, and I intend to give you complete satisfaction. You tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.”

  “Let me talk you through it, step by step.”

  “All right.”

  “Stand there, in front of the bed, facing me.”

  “Like this?”

  “Just like that. That’s perfect. Now undress for me. Do it slowly. Let me watch every part of you. Strip for me.”

  “Where do you want me to begin?” I asked. I had my hands on my waist, my legs spread apart. “What would you like to see first?”

  “Lift your shirt. Let me see your chest. I want to think about that.”

  I reached down, took the bottom hem of my shirt and pulled it slowly up from my belt.

  “Your stomach is perfect. I remember putting my head on it in bed one night when you were asleep and feeling your blood pulse through your arteries. I could hear you breathing, so slow and deep.” His voice had an excited edge to it, as though he was whispering in my ear.

  My shirt travelled farther up. I could feel a slight draft on my nipples as the cloth uncovered my pectoral muscles.

  “Yes, your nips. Every time I kiss them, you shudder a little bit and your cock gets harder. I remember how much having your tits sucked and bitten turns you on.”

  My arms lifted the shirt higher, now it covered my face, but rather than complain about that, Geoff talked about the other parts of me that were now exposed.

  “I love your armpits. The way the hair curls there in that deep cavity when you sweat and the sharp aroma that rises up from them when you get excited. When you and I make love. Now drop your trousers and step out of them.”

  I did so. “I don’t want this to be a one-way street,” I protested. “You’re going to have to strip, too.”

  “All in good time.”

  “At least lose the shirt. Let me see those muscles, Corporal.”

  Geoff stripped off his T-shirt and flung it aside. He flexed for me, but then he continued to give me orders.

  “Push those knickers of yours off. Stand there totally naked in front of me with your hard cock pointed right at the webcam. Hold your dick by the base and let it swing back and forth, as though it were teasing me, inviting me to come over to you and get down on my knees and shove your cock in my mouth.”

  I felt my throat constricting, as though I was the one who had a big, hard cock shoved in his mouth. I wished I did. I wanted Geoff to be there in the room with me, not far away and on the other end of an internet connection. I wanted the warmth of his body next to mine. I wanted to touch him, everywhere, to feel his smooth skin—!

  “Play with your tits,” he instructed me. “Get yourself good and hot for me, so hot you’ll do anything I want. Work on those fucking nips of yours the way I would if I were there to take care of the job. Put one of your fingers in your mouth and suck on it to get it wet, then let it glide over the surface of your nipple, just lightly, not pressing down on it at all, not yet. Can you feel your tit getting harder, just from that light touch?”

  “It’s already as hard as my cock.” It was—I was telling no more than the simple truth.

  “Turn a little to the side. Let me see your cock sticking out, let me see how long and stiff it is. Jesus! It looks huge! Lift up your balls again, just with your hand, so I can see them better. Now don’t move for a moment. Just pose, as though you were posing nude for an artist. I want to take a good long look at you.”

  “Draw a picture,” I joked. “It’ll last longer, as they say.”

  “You sexy twit, you. All right, now you can move. Turn around. Let me see your behind, now that those fucking knickers aren’t covering it.”

  Again, I had that strange, arousing feeling that the webcam was an eye, staring at me voyeuristically, unblinkingly, more like a living entity than a mechanical device. From the corner of my own eye I could still see the screen, could still see Geoff gazing at me lustfully as he spoke, appraising every inch of my naked body. I almost didn’t need his voice to remind me of his presence. I could feel the way his gaze roamed across my shoulders, then down my chest to my groin. I could imagine his hands and mouth, exploring the parts of me that the webcam was showing him.

  “Now what?” I prompted him, after a minute or so had passed without him saying anything.

  “Pose for me. Pose for me like a cheap, slutty little rent boy who’s brought a john back to his room with him so they can fuck. Get down on your knees on the bed. That’s right, stay facing away from me. Spread your legs, give your balls room to swing back and forth. Lean forward all the way, put your head and shoulders down on the mattress and leave your buttocks spread apart that way. You fucking whore. You look like you’re ready to take a cock up your ass. You look as though you’re begging for it, begging to get fucked. I can see your pretty little bunghole, winking at me. Oh, that’s a sweet-looking hole. Doesn’t it feel empty, without me around to fill it? Don’t you wish you had my cock up there?”

  “You know I do, you bastard!”

  “I imagine all those sexy Italian men have been keeping you busy, stretching that bunghole of yours wide open and pounding it silly.”

  “I don’t want a bunch of Italian men to fuck me. I want you.”

  “Do you? Well prove it to me. Show me. Open your hole for me. Come on, get your fingers in there, pull your hole apart and hold it open. Shove it right up against the webcam. I want your asshole to fill my whole screen. Oh God, does that ever look hot! Is it making you horny, showing yourself off to me like this?”

  “I was horny the minute I saw your face and heard your voice. Now I’m beyond horny. Every time you say something dirty to me like that, I can feel my dick drool. I’m frantic, I’m so fucking turned on.”

  “Are you so turned on you’re ready to beat off?”

  “I’m already dripping from the tip, that’s how ready I am.”

  “Turn around so I can see that, then. Oh, yeah! Stay right there. Keep your dick close to the webcam. I want to see your balls bouncing up and down while you jerk your cock off. Start stroking it. Yes! That’s it. Oh, hell—I can see those hairy balls of yours squirming around inside their sac. Do you want to come?”

  “It’s not a question of wanting,” I groaned. “I’m going to have to, if we keep this up.”

  “Try to hold it in for a little while longer. God, you have no idea how exciting this is to watch. Step back a bit, let me see more of you. You’re so beautiful, so sexy. Now put the condom on.”

  I grabbed the prophylactic and tore its wrapper open. I put the rubber on the head of my stiff dick and—always aware of the fact that Geoff’s eyes were on me and that this was a performance for him, so I wanted to make myself look as sexy as possible—I slowly sheathed my erection in the latex, a sort of genital striptease in reverse. The condom grew translucent once I had it stretched over my rigid flesh. I was sure we could both see the roundness of my veins and the ridge of my glans.

  I heard Geoff suck in his breath before he spoke.

  “Now, lover. Beat it off for me. Make yourself come in the condom.”

  I obeyed. I took my hand and began to jerk off, using my other hand to hold myself up. This position made the lines of my abdomen more pronounced, I knew. I kept looking down at my wrapped cock. My pre-cum was trapped inside the latex. The lines of fluid were seeping along the sides. The pressure was building and building. The liquid was increasingly in quantity.

  “Come for me,” Geoff pleaded
. “Shoot for me. Show me what you look like when you come. Do it, shoot it!”

  My abdominal muscles cramped and my shoulders convulsed as the orgasm grabbed hold of my whole body. My legs buckled from the shock. The stuff just flew out of me and the rubber’s reservoir tip expanded from the pressure of my ejaculation.

  All I could do when it was over was collapse onto the mattress. My arms were above my head. My lungs were struggling to recapture my breath.

  “Don’t move. Lie there just like that. Let me look at you. Can you see your screen from there?”

  I opened my eyes and saw that Geoff was standing directly in front of his own webcam. His pants were open and his cock was out, hard and ready. With one hand, he was jerking himself off.

  “See it?” I gasped, my eyes widening at the sight. “I can practically feel it. It’s almost as though I could reach out and touch you.”

  “I wish you could, I wish I could touch you, too.” As he spoke, I saw his knees bending and recognized the signs that his own orgasm was almost there. “I want to be with you so bad!”

  He shot, too, his cum flew through the air and toward me. One drop actually hit the lens of the webcam, blurring the corresponding part of the picture. Geoff’s ejaculation was only an image on a computer screen, but to me it was very real, almost palpable. My memories of our lovemaking, my imagination, provided the final leap. I could all, but feel his load splattering down on my chest and belly and even on my public hair. The liquid would be warm when it first hit me, every bit as hot as our passion.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” Geoff blasphemed. “I can’t believe this…so goddamn hot!”

  “You’re telling me. You came on the camera, you sex maniac,” I informed him.

  “Did I? Oh, shit!”

  We both giggled as Geoff grabbed his T-shirt and used it to wipe his cum off the lens.

  “I’m going to have to go soon,” he told me.

  “So soon?”

  “Afraid so. Duty calls and all that. Don’t forget to mail me my souvenir.”

  “You really want me to send you this used condom?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “You’re a pervert, Geoff.”

  “Guilty as charged. Will you do it?”

  “I guess you’ve talked me into it. Let’s do this again, soon.”