My skype sex one shot which turned into a two part story has returned as its own book.

Please read the tags before continuing.

There will be sexual content as well as an instance of bullying in this but besides that I don't believe it contains any triggers.

I have made a few minor changes to this story. They aren't very significant but I'm curious to see if anyone catches the new bits.

I am so excited to be putting this back up in this fashion and I hope you all are too.

I love you all.

((((new story vibes))))

- starr

Frank stared down at the crumpled piece of paper in front of him, running an agitated hand through his hair as he waited for his computer to boot up.

He was stalling really, giving himself one more chance to change his mind about this, but apparently his dick had already made the decision for him, the semi in his pants twitched slightly as if in protest to Frank's last minute case of nerves.

Once Frank's desktop finally decided to stop being a piece of shit and actually load, Frank immediately opened Skype, typing in the name on the sheet in front of him with shaking fingers.

A huff of frustration escaped his throat when he saw the small line of text that said xoxog wasn't online yet, which he shouldn't have been surprised about. He still had ten minutes until this person was supposed to start the chat anyway, but now Frank had nothing to do but wait, and he had no idea how to waste his time until then.

So of course, Frank spent it overthinking, which was a bad habit of his, but he was still on the fence about this whole thing.

This seemed different than porn somehow, even though it was basically the same concept, but Frank had never participated in a skype sex chat before, and the fact that he would be watching someone get themselves off in real time sent shivers caused by a mix of anticipation and fear to crawl up his spine lazily.

Frank didn't even know this sort of thing existed until last week. His best friend Ryan had brought this particular account to his attention when Frank had been bemoaning about his terrible sex life in the staff room during lunch hour.

Frank had laughed it off at first, but he had still taken the information despite his hesitance, and now he found himself anxiously counting down the seconds until ten, his fingers drumming against the desk absentmindedly as he glanced over his email just to have something to preoccupy himself with.

According to Ryan, who was apparently an avid follower of numerous sexual skype accounts, it was run by a college student who was using the funds he made from this venture to pay for his schooling, which had set alarm bells off in Frank's head at first.

He was a college professor, and getting off to someone who could possibly be his student was wrong, but hell - half of the people taking Frank's class were older than he was, and Ryan had assured him that this boy was an adult, and also that Frank would love the show he put on.

And even though Frank felt sort of pathetic reverting to this to get some semblance of release, he had a hit a metaphorical wall relationship-wise, his daddy kink being the main cause of that.

Frank's last boyfriend had initially been into the lifestyle at first, but once he had discovered how dedicated Frank was to it, he had changed his mind. Now Frank was alone again, and asking his one-night stands to call him Daddy and let him have complete control didn't go over very well, so Frank had stopped trying to find a partner months ago.

But if Ryan could be trusted, this account owner specialized in daddy kink. The boy who appeared in the videos would always dress up in feminine clothing, acting as if his viewers were his daddy, and that was what had convinced Frank to give this a go, no matter how deplorable it made him feel when he allowed himself to ponder on it.

And as stupid as it was, Frank had decided to put his faith in his best friend. Ryan was a little himself after all, so if he liked the show, it must be decent.

Frank was still a bit nervous about it in general since he enjoyed all aspects of the CG/L lifestyle, not just the sex, but he was so desperate he was willing to give it a chance.

So that was how Frank had ended up on the website Ryan had scribbled down for him, reading through the information on the page with a soft smile on his lips caused by the hilarity of the official layout of the page, the professional aura hiding its risqué purpose to the uninformed eye.

To receive the elusive skype name, you had to make a donation first, which Frank was more than happy to do, and if this panned out in the way he hoped, he had made a mental note to return here so he could continue to fund this inventive student. So he had done just that, receiving an email the next day with the skype account included, which this G person would be hosting any minute now.

Frank's thoughts were derailed by a soft pinging from his computer. Frank's heart literally began racing as he saw that xoxog was online, the chat that Frank had requested was now in the process of loading, and fuck - Frank was nervous, more so than before any first date, which was ridiculous when he thought about it, because he wasn't even going to communicate with this person at all.

He was just one of many lonely men, and maybe women that were going to be watching the show, but still, Frank couldn't seem to calm the tremors coursing through his limbs, and his shaking only increased when the video finally popped into view, revealing a dark haired boy to Frank's eager eyes.

At first, Frank couldn't see much, G was still sitting at his desk, his head tilted downward as a look of concentration furrowed his brow slightly, but even with his limited view, Frank could tell that he was gorgeous.

His black hair had been straightened slightly, the soft waves brushed his shoulders which were clad in a white blouse, the neckline revealing a dainty black collar which hugged his neck tightly. His hazel eyes were rimmed lightly with makeup, and a soft shade of pink stained his thin lips.

But when Frank looked a little closer, he realized something that caused his breath to catch in his throat, and not in a good way, because fuck - he knew this person, and ironic as it was, he was actually one of his students, unless Frank was mistaken.

But no - when the boy gazed straight into the camera, a soft smile pulling his mouth upward into a crooked grin, Frank was one hundred percent positive that this was Gerard, the quiet kid who always sat in the back during his nine am math class.

"Shit," Frank cursed aloud, his eyes widening as Gerard backed away from the screen slowly, revealing a pleated pastel blue mini skirt to his audience, coupled with high socks embellished with silver bows at the top, the fabric stretching snuggly over his chubby thighs, which was a dramatic change to the oversized hoodies and baggy jeans Gerard typically sported in Frank's lessons.

Gerard was one of Frank's favorite students, even though he didn't participate much in class, but he had asked Frank for tutoring several times earlier in the year. The concept of calculus baffled the younger man, and Frank had been more than happy to help, even though it meant working later hours to accommodate Gerard's heavy class load.

Frank quickly discovered that Gerard was exceptionally bright, his aversion to math notwithstanding, and despite his silent aura in lessons, Gerard opened up when it was just him and Frank, exclaiming animatedly when he finally worked through a question properly, causing Frank to smile down at him proudly each time this occurred.

Eventually, the sessions evolved into much more lighthearted occasions. Gerard even went so far as to hang around so he could exchange small talk with Frank once his assignments were done, sometimes taking Frank out for dinner as a thank you as well, even though Frank always protested heavily, but Gerard wouldn't take no for an answer.

Gerard had caught on to the lesson plan much more quickly than Frank had expected him to though, and they had stopped their tutoring sessions last month.

Gerard really had no need for them anymore, but Frank missed his presence. He would much rather stay late and spend time with someone as enjoyable as Gerard if it meant avoiding his empty house for a little bit longer, and maybe Frank had started to develop a slight semblance of a crush on the younger man, but he had ignored it in favor of maintaining the strong bond they already had.

But now all of those illicit feelings were flooding back to the surface. Frank seriously considered closing down the skype chat and forgetting this entire thing had ever happened, because no matter how orgasm deprived Frank was, he couldn't do this.

There was no way he was seriously considering getting off to one of his students, that was immoral, and okay - he knew Gerard was twenty-two, so it wasn't technically illegal, but it didn't matter.

This was a serious breach of the teacher/student relationship that they shared, and Frank knew he would never be able to look Gerard in the eye again if he went through with this, not without instantly getting hard that is.

"Hey Daddy," Gerard cooed, his high pitched voice emitting loudly through Frank's speakers, and shit - Frank's dick instantly jumped to attention, the sudden swelling in his boxers attested to that.

And even though Frank had every intention of walking away and jacking off alone in the shower for the millionth time in a row, he couldn't force himself to get out of his chair. His body remained paralyzed, his ass was figuratively glued to his seat, and no amount of wiggling produced any upward movement.

Frank reluctantly admitted that he had already lost the battle between his libido and his conscience, so he stopped fighting, settling down into a more comfortable position as he awaited Gerard's next move, doing his best to pretend that this was a complete stranger he was watching, and not his student that he may or may not have a strong attraction toward.