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A moment of shuffling noises, and then the video stopped.

ME:That was fucking spectacular.

Watching Porter come on video was enough to get my spent dick half-hard again.

PORTER:So…

PORTER:When do I get to see that beautiful body in real life?

I finished toweling myself off, and threw my bathrobe around my shoulders.

ME:Literally whenever you want

PORTER:Tonight?

ME:Pick me up at 8?

PORTER::)

Chapter Twelve

Porter

I cleaned my phone off, hoping my excessive ejaculation hadn’t done any permanent damage to my camera. Apparently, it hadn’t. I took a quick shower and changed into some clean clothes.

I was suddenly in the best mood I’d been in for weeks, and more than a little impressed with myself, actually. I had not only sent my very first dick pic to a boy, but I’d done it openly! In said boy's driveway! Inbroad daylight!

What's more, afterward, we sexted! Tian sentmea video of him coming. I shook my head in disbelief. Then, I sent one back!

That was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever done with a guy. I’d had full-blown sex tons of times, but it was always rushed and quiet. Dark alleyways, lots of looking over your shoulder. It almost became about maintenance instead of real pleasure.

I blinked a few times as I remembered that I was picking him up tonight to do it in person.

“Holy cow.”

Was he going to let me… have him?

That thought sent a wave of goosebumps down my arms and a swift pang to my groin. Lord, what if I only lasted for 30 second?Tian would think I was a two-pump chump. I might have to watch that video he sent me and jerk off again before I picked him up.

I was still a little bit in shock that all of this was even happening. As of this morning, Tian wouldn’t even reply to a text message. This afternoon, he was touching himself in the bathtub and sending it to me in high definition.

I thought back to our brief conversation when I’d dropped him off, and how he’d apologized for ghosting me. I really appreciated the apology, and I’vecertainlyappreciated all of our communications since, but I was still nervous that I didn’t have a good grasp on why he’d decided to let me go in the first place. I wanted to understand. I wanted to make sure I didn’t do or say anything else that would make it happen again. We needed totalk,but the thought of me having come on too strong the first time was sending off alarm bells in my brain. I wanted to make Tian happy, and I wanted him to want to spend time with me, and keep sending me dirty pictures.

It was interesting how turned on it made me to exchange pics and clips like that. I’d never really thought of myself asintothings like that. I wasn’t even really a big porn guy. Growing up, it was pounded into my head how sinful it was. And then, when I finally watched it and tasted the forbidden fruit? I was less-than-impressed. It always felt so… well, staged. Fake. I drew better pictures with my imagination, honestly.

But Tian… and whateverthatwas that we just did? Mmm. I wanted it every day. I let my mind wander to some weird alternate universe where Tian and I had been happily married for years. I'd be going down the driveway of our nice Craftsman-style house somewhere on my way to work, and my phone would buzz in my back pocket. I’d get into the car and check themorning nude from Tian. Then I’d get so turned on I’d have to run back in the house and ravish him, causing me to be late for work again. (In this daydream, I apparently had a very forgiving boss.)

Hmm.

The pain in my ribs had dulled to a low throb, and I was finally able to fully draw breath without wanting to double over.

That jerk.

I had managed, by the grace of God and Tyler, to not lose my job and living arrangements, but I was gonna have to figure something out. Jake wasn’t going away, so I would have to deal with him. He was a complete prick, but that washisproblem. I had let him get to me. So much so that I’d lost control and put my entire situation at risk. That was stupid, and I vowed to not allow myself to get to that point again.

I wasn’t sure how, but I wasn’t going to let an idiot like Jake pull me away from Tian. Losing my job and place to stay would make it a lot harder to be here with him. I hadn’t even heard of any other place in town hiring. There were a lot of farms in the surrounding areas, I knew that much. I didn’t want to take bets on who might be hiring, however. Baker Farms was my only realistic option in Caloosa Springs, and Ihadto make it work.

I’d consider myself to be a pretty level-headed guy. After all, I had spent my whole life thus far ignoring things I didn’t like. The nationalist and oppressive propaganda the church shoved down my throat, theslightlyhomophobic comments my parents made when they saw a flamboyantly gay guy at the supermarket or heard about trans rights on the news. The whole time, I bit my tongue and ignored my desire to tell them to all to kick rocks.The one thing I didn’t think I was going to be able to ignore anymore were my feelings for Tian.

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