Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
About twenty replies confirmed this. The admiration turned Jude on even more.
Then one comment caught his attention: Bet u wish ur straight boy wd suck it for you.
Fuck. The jerk of Jude’s cock was involuntary that time. The image of Shawn’s flushed face, lips stretched around Jude’s dick as he fed it to him, had Jude gripping himself tightly as he took a shuddering breath.
“Yeah,” he said huskily. “Yeah. I really do.”
After that it was a battle to make himself last. Jude did all his usual party pieces, tugging on his foreskin and then getting close up to the camera to roll it back and forth over the head. When the tips got to seventy-five, he took his underwear off completely and kneeled backwards on his chair to show off his hole. By the time he’d earned one hundred, he wasn’t in the mood to make himself wait any longer.
“No, I’m not going to fuck myself tonight. I want to come. Are you guys ready to come with me? I’m so fucking close now.” He leaned back in the chair, thighs spread, stroking himself hard. Tension and need coiled tight, ready to explode.
Do it
I’m ready
Right there with u
So hot
Jude bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut, and imagined Shawn again—on his knees waiting for Jude to come on his face like the dirty little cum slut Jude wished he was—and that was it.
“Oh fuck, yeah….” Jude groaned as his orgasm ripped through him, his hips lifting as he fucked into his fist. In the moment of pure, blinding pleasure, he forgot about the camera. The world receded, and all that mattered was the perfect physical sensation of climax. Hot splashes of come hit his stomach and chest, and he worked himself through it until he was done, breathless and quivering.
When he came back to earth, he smiled lazily at the messages of approval.
“I’m glad it was good for you. It was fucking awesome for me.” He moved his hand so the camera could pick out the semen pooled on the dark hair below his navel. “See you again next time. Midweek show on Wednesday and same time next Sunday. And don’t forget—you can follow me on Twitter, Tom underscore Hard underscore On.”
Reaching for the mouse, about to end his session, a final message caught his eye.
Get ur straight boy to join u next time. That wd b hot.
Jude chuckled. “Shit, yeah. That would be really hot. But I can’t see it happening. Only in my dreams. Okay, night guys. Sleep well. Till next time….” He clicked the mouse and the cam screen went blank.
He sighed. Now the high of the show was over, he slipped abruptly into the strange flatness that usually followed. His room felt too empty. It was only ten-thirty; he’d been pretty fast tonight. Maybe he should head back downstairs for some company? But he wasn’t in the mood for hanging around with the happy couples.
It wasn’t that Jude was looking for a relationship. He had mates, and had no trouble hooking up. But sometimes after doing a cam show, he got a weird sense of isolation. He’d shared something intimate with a host of strangers on the other side of their computer screens, and for that hour or so, they made him feel special, as if he was important to them.
That was an illusion. He was just a good-looking guy with a decent dick who knew how to work it for the camera. If he stopped doing his show, nobody would miss him. They’d find another pretty guy to jerk off to instead.
CHAPTER THREE
On Monday, Shawn made it through his shift at Boots with the help of energy drinks and paracetamol. His head ached from the beer the night before. That was understandable.
The ache in his chest was harder to explain.
At least he wasn’t on the tills today. Instead he was stacking things onto the shelves, taking some comfort in the mindless, methodical work.
Why am I such a dick after alcohol?
He was ashamed of his outburst the night before. Jez and Mac were his friends, and although he didn’t know Ewan and Dev very well, that was no excuse for what he’d said.
When Jez and Mac had first come out—well, not so much “come out” as been forced out of the closet when Shawn walked in on them in bed together—Shawn had been shocked to his very core.
He’d had no idea that Jez and Mac were gay. No, not gay—they were bi. Not that you’d know it since they were monogamous and sickeningly in love with each other. But Shawn had learned a lot in the last year or so, and he understood now that Jez and Mac would always be bi even if they never fucked another woman in their lives.
He’d got used to their relationship, accepted it, and tried not to be a dick about it. But deep down it still made him uncomfortable seeing two guys together, and the discomfort made him guilty, and the guilt made him angry. Somehow his break-up with Beth had been the last straw.