The Webcam Boy (Scomiche)

You Can't Be Serious

~Present Day~

~Mitch's P.O.V~

I started to rub my length faster and faster toying with myself as I was pushed over the edge. A camera sitting on a tripod recording my every move, every sound, and of course every moan. I still can't believe I'm doing this after two years. A perfectly angled camera showed only my mouth and down, not reviling too much of my face. After calming down I smiled at the camera and blew a kiss before turning it off. 

Since I've been doing this for a while I've gained a lot more followers, watching as I pleasure myself for money. I can't say I care about my "Fans". If I'd even call them that. The most support I've ever gotten from one of my "Fans" was a comment saying something like:

'I wish I could make you make those same sounds when I'd Dominate your ass." 

Great. I love my job. 

I reluctantly posted the video after checking it over at least three times to make sure my face was never in the shot. I do admit, its really weird watching yourself masturbate. I guess that's one thing I've never gotten used too. Of course, I have done... Other stuff. I have refused for the longest time to fuck myself. Even with my fingers. I've tried off camera, to see if I could get it right, but it always hurt too much. I sighed, cleaning up the mess with a few tissues, and putting my clothes back on. 

I heard the front door open and close. Wow. Perfect timing. I ran down the stairs greeting my parents as they walked into the kitchen. 

"Hey mom! Hey dad! How was your day?" I asked sitting down at the kitchen table.

"It was great Mitchy, Thanks for asking." My dad smiled as he answered.

"Um.. Mitch? You, your father and I need to talk." My mom said taking a seat next to me.

"What is it..?" I asked. My dad sat across the table from us.

"Well, today at work your father got a promotion!" My mom said smiling at dad.

"Really?! Wow! That's great!" I said standing up. 

"Mitchy... You may want to sit back down for this next part." My mom said he smile fading. I slowly sat back down looking concerned. 

"W-Whats wrong..?" 

"Mitch.." She sighed. "Its very hard for me to say this, but... We have to move away.." My mom said frowning. My dad looked guilty also.

"What?! You can't be serious!! This is a joke right?!" They didn't say anything. "RIGHT?!" I screamed.

"Mitch calm down, It's going to be okay!" My dad put his hand on my shoulder but I swatted it away.

"NO!! I can't move! What about my friends?! My music?! All that practice FOR NOTHING?!!?" I screamed, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I sat down and covered my face. "Please..." I whispered. I want this to be a dream. I don't want to move! L.A. has potential for me! I can't just let it all go to waste! This isn't fair! 

My dad started violently coughing. My mother rushed to his side giving him his pills to take when this happens. I instantly felt guilty. I took a deep breath letting myself calm down.

"Where..." I sniffled. "Where are we moving?" I wiped away my tears. 

"Arlington, Texas."