Page 40 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

As soon as I open this, he’s gonna see that I’ve read it.

That thought gave a momentary pause, but dick-brain quickly took over. I opened the message.

“Holy shit!” I gasped.

Mormon Boy waspacking. He had to be at least eight inches. As someone who made a living sharing nude pictures of myself, I was a master at angles, and I could tell the picture wasn’t doing him justice. Porter was in his car—I could see the very bottom of the steering wheel in the top of the frame. His proud, pink mushroom-head stood proudly at attention through the zipper slot in his blue jeans. My own dick was already more than half-hard, and my mouth watered looking at his swollen tip and small curls of blonde pubes escaping around the base of his cock.

Wait… did he take this in Mandy’s driveway right after he dropped me off? Right after I asked him to send me a nude?

That thought was enough to make me leak. I immediately saved the image to my camera roll to enjoy whenever I wanted. Then, I opened up the album I kept my OnlyFans pics in and started scrolling through, trying to find one I liked enough to send to him.

I’m 99 percent certain he literally snapped a pic of his cock 30 seconds after I got out of his car.

I was more turned on than I had been in years. Being in the adult entertainment industry can have a desensitizing effect on arousal, at least in my experience. Don’t get me wrong, I could get hard whenever I needed to, but having it happen organically like this only added to the thrill.Maybe I’m a freak.I felt like a teenager who’d accidentally stumbled upon one of his dad’s old Playboys for the first time.

He deserves a picture that was taken just for him.

I made quick work of grabbing my shampoo bottle from the side of the shower and poured a generous amount into the stream of water pouring from the spigot. Suds immediately began to bubble up as I started splashing warm water on my face and hair. Once my hair was damp, I used my fingers to ruffle it around in the mirror, carefully placing some of the wetter pieces down my cheeks.

Once the bubbles had banked nice and high, I turned the water off. On my phone, I opened my front-facing camera and set the phone on the edge of the tub, leaning against the shower wall for stability.

I took a seat on the edge of the tub and stuck my feet into the warm water. I spread my legs and bent over to skim some suds off the top of the water and started patting them around my torso and chest, obscuring large patches of tattooed skin. I scooped up some more suds for my legs and inner thighs, leaving my hard prick pointing straight up and completely unobstructed.

I leaned back against the wall of the shower, positioning myself in the camera’s frame and brought one soapy arm up behind my head. I positioned my sore arm delicately across my chest,squinted my eyes slightly, tilted my chin up and just a cunt-hair to the left…

“Hey, Google, take a photo.”

Like I said, I knew my angles.

I put my arm down, raised one leg up out of the water, and braced my foot up on the edge of the tub. Deliberately, I pushed my hips out so the camera could see my hole, letting my erection lay against my thigh. I tilted my head back to expose my throat, wet strings of hair sticking to the side of my neck as I rolled my shoulder blades back and closed my eyes.

“Hey, Google, take a photo.”

Click.

I wiped my hand on the towel hanging from the side of the shower rod and grabbed my phone to examine my handiwork as I finally sank down into the soothing water, my shampoo bubbles giving off a hint of jasmine.

One hand subconsciously found its way under the water to touch myself as the other selected the second image. After a moment's hesitation, I bit my lip and pressed send. Holding my phone with one hand and typing was proving to be difficult with my wrist. I sat up a little straighter in the tub and laid my phone down flat on the edge of the bath. Hovering my hand above the phone and typing was a lot slower, but it wasn’t as uncomfortable.

It couldn’t have been more than a few second before I received his response.

PORTER:Oh, wow. You are gorgeous, baby. So hot. I’m not worthy.

PORTER:Are you in the tub right now?

ME:Were you still in Mandy’s driveway when you took that pic?

PORTER:Yes. Kissing you made me rock hard, and you asked for a nude. I figured I’d let you see the boner you created.

I laughed and started typing my one-handed reply. My other hand was… busy.

ME:That’s really hot.

PORTER:I thought so, too. I was a little nervous having a hard on outside my pants in a public place. I’ve never done that before. You make me so fucking horny. I want a poster-sized printout of that on my wall to look at every day.

ME:Please don’t do that, lmao

PORTER:All joking and sexy talk aside, I would NEVER show anyone the private pictures you sent me.

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