Handsome Dylan made me feel like a Star

One afternoon we were fooling around in bed, Dylan was commenting how beautiful I looked after sex, that there’s a world out there where people would give anything for a glimpse of me.

I told him that would be fun because so far I could only talk about sex with him. Without another word Dylan jumped out of bed and reached for his computer.

I sat on bed puzzling, watching Dylan tap his fingers across the keyboard, moment later a page popped up full of thumbnails, some had headshots of boys, others carried cartoon figures, under each picture displayed brief introductions:

Aaron, 14, Want to find a Daddy
Bert, 16, AssBoy
Yuri, 13, Like taste of Cock

Dylan explained this was a “Chat Room”, where people share secrets without meeting in person. He then clicked a few buttons, a window popped out displaying us sitting in the bedroom.

On instinct I jumped away, fearing to be seen naked, but Dylan told me I can wear clothes if I don’t feel comfortable, so I went and grabbed my underpants. Dylan however, remained naked.

He sat me in front of the screen and put this really cool headset on me, it has a mic that made me feel like a pilot, my heart racing thinking I was about to talk to people online, something I always hear but never get to do.

Once Dylan hit the LIVE button, messages began flooding in, asking how old I was, what did I do for sports etc. Dylan carefully guided me on how to reply, so I won’t give out my personal information. Like my first day in school, he always looked out for me.

We started with casual conversations like my age and height, what I like to do after school, what’s my favorite movie, then slowly moved to more sensitive topics:

“Do you like being naked?”
“Do you like touching yourself?”
“Can you show me your cock?”

With the last question Dylan turned to me. I hesitated, didn’t want strangers to see me naked, but Dylan was naked all through our chat, and he seemed comfortable, like he does it all the time.

“Trust me. This is a secured site.” Dylan explained to me. “People here are no different from you and me, they all want to talk about sex but couldn’t find anyone. We all sharing the same secret here.”

I bit my lip, if he never gets in trouble doing it, maybe he’s telling the truth. I’ve been trusting him this far, shared so many secrets together and never caught, I believe I could take one step further.

So I stood up, took a deep breath and pulled my underpants to my knees, my heart pounding with this new feeling, even though I was in the same room where I be comfortable in nudity, staring at the same screen that played videos that Dylan took of me, but now through a single camera, I’m being seen by the world.

Immediately we received a huge response, people were praising how beautiful I Iooked, that I should be in movies, how much they love to take pictures of me. Not only that, there were bells ringing continuously, Dylan pointed at a corner, a number in golden color was rising fast.

“See? They’re giving you credits! You collect enough you can turn into actual money!”

Hearing that I jumped with joy. My parents never buy me the things I want, they kept telling me I can buy anything when I start earning money, and now I’m making my own money!

My heart flooded with excitement, and my concerns washed away by pride. Next thing I knew I was posing at request, shaking my hips or spanking my own butt, answering questions under Dylan’s guidance:

“Yes, I like showing off my little body!”
“I play with myself every night!”
“Do you like my penis? I love people playing my penis!”

Under high demand I performed my first masturbate in front of a live audience, brought my hand to the camera so they could see my cum. Comments and bells were ringing mad, like I just won a talent show, and it felt great!

Dylan let me chat for an hour and took me offline. He showed me the credits I earned, which worth about 4 bucks. I never had so much money in my life!

Later I learned that I could earn more performing tricks, such as playing one of my toys. Dylan moved my stage to the bed where there’s more room. Yes, he called it my “stage” because this was my “show”, those words turned me on like a star, and I was hooked!

He would work behind camera, reading the incoming messages, panning or zooming on demand. I wore nothing but my cool headset, spreading my legs or sitting on a dildo, intoxicated by the ringing of credit bells, like they were applause from my audience.

He also taught me how to talk dirty, saying things viewers like to hear:

“I love a big cock! It’s all I can think of at school!”
“Oh! It goes so deep! I wish my gym teacher could fuck me like this!”
“Don’t you wish this is your cock fucking me right now?”

I love the attention so much I shared my videos with them, I know it was crazy but Dylan said it’s time I show them my full potential. He uploaded them for my special fans, so I could read their comments over time.

“Wow! Love to invite you to my pool party!”
“Want to suck your little cock right now!”
“I want to lotion you up with my cum!”

I received gifts, not emojis but actual gifts, from fans who wished to see me with them. My first gift was a set of sailor uniforms from Japan, it amazed me that I was talking to someone from another country.

The set had a white shirt with big black collar, black dress and white socks. At first I thought this fan made a mistake sending me a girl’s dress, but they said it was what they liked me to wear.

Seeing that they sent me a gift from across the globe, the least I could do was carry out their request.

It was my first time wearing a dress, but I couldn’t deny the freshness wearing a dress, it’s like I wore nothing underneath. I rolled around in bed, posing under instruction, lifting my dress here and there, and masturbate on demand.

More fans sending me gifts, there was a set of dog collar and leather cuffs, that Dylan helped put on my wrists and ankles, ran them through chains that made me look like a captive animal, that I must address my viewer as Master, and perform tricks like crawling and barking, begging to suck a cock.

Later Dylan told me I could also make money selling things, such as the clothes I wore, or toys that I played with, just about anything I used on my show. At this point I was having so much fun gaining popularity, that I didn’t care about credits anymore.

We started selling the underpants and socks I wore, worth more if they saw me use it to jerk off. But soon it became a problem for I had to explain why my wardrobe became a shortage.

Later Dylan came up with the idea of condoms. I would sit in front of the camera jerking off to the world, once I shot my cum, Dylan would seal the end with a knot, kept them in the fridge, ready to be shipped to buyers around the world. Sometimes I thought it’s funny that my cum could reach more places than myself.

People in chatroom would buy anything, some even demanded the dildos I used, ones that been inside my ass! I never understood why anyone would want it, still I washed them thoroughly before Dylan packaged it. He had this fun idea to paint my crotch and had me sit on a piece of paper, and when I stood it left a print of my penis, balls and ass.

“You’re a Star now, and this is your autograph.” Dylan explained to me. “You are just as popular as those celebrities on TV. Everyone wants to get close to you, so to be able to own a piece of you brings you closer to them.”

My heart was excited by his words I almost cried. I was invisible at school and home, but here I’m a celebrity, people actually want to see me, talk to me, even have sex with me. I felt so grateful I met Dylan, he has shown me a world where I belong!